Sometimes the Sun really burns me --
too clear, a blabber of truth...while
the moon a bit more sympathetic, willing
to hide some blemishes, though a
great-deal more deceptive when it
comes to matters of heart.
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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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Writing poetry is similar to, a very independent mistress.
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Cleanse your mind unblemished like this immaculate new day from GOD..
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Integrity is the ability to keep a promise to yourself when no one else is around to hold you to it.
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I am Adejola Joseph from Odo Jesha Ilesha Osun State Nigeria. I believe in God. I believe in truth, integrity and honesty. I believe in firmness of character, discipline and hardwork. I am optimistic and realistic. That's me.
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The mind is a danger if left to wander,
going after all that it wants to plunder,
haunting its hunger like a mad hunter,
flexing its power and then to ponder—
Did I make a mistake?
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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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"What I have Learned about Broken Promises is Priceless."
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As we converse with computers, there comes a need for a contraction of 'she/he/it', most naturally 'sheit'. With an emphasis on the 'h', to reflect the dual genders. A particularly able instance thereof might be termed 'deep sheit'. And conversely, a potential dismissal might be referred to as 'sheit's going down'.
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All hatred will inevitably lose -- hate is founded in, loss of mind, loss of soul, misguided love. Hate is love of evil! "Love thy enemy...." I know, I have a lot of trouble with that one also.
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We are billions of spiritual atoms of clay compressed, myself doubting that God made me that quickly, haphazardly as biblically misinterpreted. Maybe just my daily garment off the rack.
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Hurry, Honey..." When an old mother dies You miss what you had."
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Hurry, Honey..." When a young mother passes away YOU miss what you would have "
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Until we confront our contradictions, progress will remain a promise, not a reality.
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I miss my youth. If I could have back only what I wasted.
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Trickle down economics is euphemism for urination on all those below.
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Your kiss is what I miss, it felt so bliss on my lips.
Your kiss made me feel special down to my hips.
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Even the sky misses you at night.
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It's better to reduce your mistakes than to increase your sorries
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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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The worst mistake a poet can make is to try to be one of the acknowledged legislators of this world.
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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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What we witness is the tides and swirls. We miss out on noticing the calmness within. The fact is that' it never spills out of the bowl which bears it's weight in what ever state it remains.
To some the cat's cradle is delightful, while some get entangled.
Simple strings of life are most melodious. And when beneath the raging mist, blind trust silently sails... No navigation is required.
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What could be worse than being dead and deprived from making a difference? Don't let your mistakes weigh you down, stand up and do the needful immediately.
If you're not dead, you're not done.
Greater things are still to come.
Don't walk again in the path where you tripped and fell in hell.
The bleeding Pen.
Blossom Monyei
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“Part of my Poetic Mission is absolute transparency because God has no secrets, Mother Nature has no secrets, the Sea and Sky has no secrets. When one’s Consciousness expands, secrets automatically dissolve.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Ignorance and misbehaviour are traits of the weak, only the strong seek discipline and wisdom. June 2025.
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Even the mountain, wrapped in its own mist,
for a while, forgets the valley exists.
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It is always told to that the mistake should never be repeated , but everyone has to experience life in their own way.
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The creative work/life analogy. Some seeds don't implant. Some don't germinate. Some auto-abort. Some are clearly miscarriages. And a few actually see the light and breathe. And, quite a few need to spanked into taking that first breath.
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