Tombs are places where the living come to periodically reside.
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Never seek guidance from someone who has shown little empathy, it will add to your misery; instead, rely on the ones who believe in your ability to transform a dump into a palace.
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EVERYONE LOOKS FOR A DOOR, A PLACE TO HIDE FROM LIFE, WELL I FOUND MINE JUST THAT IT IS IN LINES WRITTEN IN BLACK OR BLUE
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Colorful memories still remind me of times without solace
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Black is Beautiful, White is Beautiful, at the end of the day, Which one is beautiful?
The Presidential Center of Barack Obama symbolizes that Black is Beautiful while
Hollywood symbolizes White is Beautiful. Which one is beautiful at the end of the day?
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Do not mistake the silence of a library for the emptiness of a mind; it is the loudest place for a revolution to begin.
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The greatest love and joy in the world belongs to those who place new life on earth.
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Zebras are black and white so as to remind us that that this world is naught but light and shadow
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The waves of life flow back and fro, looking for the place to go.
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No two can stand exactly in the same place at the same time...we rightfully view horizons differently.
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A man who lives with manly grace, makes a home a sacred, peaceful place.
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To travel, not only to get to know places, but to get to know yourself. April 2026.
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Where I lack in brains I compensate with faith.
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Embrace your opponent, if only in your mind, as that may be the only place your opponent will accept your embrace.
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You have been a place of refuge for a friend; now discover the place inside yourself where every disruption finds its momentary end, and murmurs of love gracefully ascend.
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“In the annulled hush where being sheds its skin,
And place and hour fall mute before the mind,
Primeval meanings—chaste of taint or sin—
Alight, immaculate, from thought unlined.”
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“To burn in frozen fire I sought to name Love; ended I both furnace and glacier, yet neither warmed nor chilled the soul.”
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Shivers through your body in the strangest places. Mystic creatures with skin torn faces. Bleeding hands bones show through bright red rivers and a misty dew.
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Money can always be replaced; people cannot be replaced. Choose life.
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Purity of form in life is a fallacy. In Poetry this is the same. More and more poets will need to combine forms to stay relevant to the evolution of energy & its true expression. This does not, by any means, negate the movement towards perfection, since perfection is only the exact expression of the Now.
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The constitution was deemed perfect but the legislatives are putting up gray holes in its laws. It needs not amendment because the law, by nature, is fine. What's lacking is compassion and faith. For the law is made for the human; it's not the human is made for the law.
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The knot of feud wrings out the fallacy n misconception resulting into faux pas, when the basic ingredient called ego is missing n the beings are receptive.
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Each individual is like a 'Grain of Sand', and you are the only one who are able to filled that spot which God has placed you will then.
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Cynicism is a luxury of the comfortable. Tyranny is a weapon of the wealthy. Complacency is an affliction of the lost. Kindness is a gift of the enlightened. And philosophy is a dictionary for the rest.
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Counting on the well-rounded edge of complacency.
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Contests exist to assist us towards self-validation. When AI, as algorithm, is involved in contests they become highly suspect in such assistance. All involved in keeping a system of Contest placement in place using artificial intelligence are involved in fallacy & cannot call themselves poets. Poets, like other artists, are to advance authenticity & consciousness, not impede it. Competitive life as part of Dark Ages will therefore be maintained holding humanity back.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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We breathe in what we need -- make it our own...then breathe it back to share and thus multiply its goodness. Our importance on the blackboard of every Nature-schooled green plant.
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The quote "home is a place where when you go you are welcome" by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah is a reference to a piece of writing from Providence Lunch by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah published in Unlikely Stories Mark V, in March 6, 2019 at www.unlikelystories.org. It emphasizes the feeling of belonging and being welcomed as a key aspect of what makes a place feel like home, beyond just a physical location.
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Probably, after food and safe shelter, a quest for wholesome novelty is our greatest challenge in life. A lack of it, often leads to destructive behavior.
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A true leader should be like the spring season—bringing light to a place once covered in protracted darkness. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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