"What I have Learned about Broken Promises is Priceless."
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Love! No more powerful a word when sincerely spoken, crosses and cooperatively links in brother and sisterhood all imagined divides of spiritual faith.
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Hope is a strange ride
Its destiny unpaid, an invisible token
We cannot afford to hide
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We can't have peace outside if no peace inside. Peace inside doesn't stem from peace outside. Roots in the soul. Give an addict a million dollars and in short time he will be dead or broke again and yet an addict. Such peace is short lived, as those quick blossoming seeds poorly cultivated. Plant in the loving nature of Jesus. And the Father will show us abundance.
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Two broken pieces
healing each other
and becoming one whole
not an ordinary kind
but a masterpiece.
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I am embarrassed by the Christian I was 10 years ago, and 10 years from now I will be embarrassed by the Christian I am now. (Don't be unequally yoked in any relationship. We are to be set apart from the world). Dr. Richard Phillips
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Fast cars and cigarettes feel the temperature rising easy women you won't forget smoke on the horizon.
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The poet's proper function is to invoke the gods.
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AI bots smoke pot. That's the best explanation for some of their responses.
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I wish, while I blaze and shatter in forbidden love, that you might wake unbroken by oppression.
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My Joker and my ace card?
I literally want to do EVERYTHING.
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The Soul is not something outside of you. The Soul is integrated within your very cells. It moves, travels, but never leaves you body fully until you take your last breath. It carries your encodings with it where it goes to continue its lessons. It is hooked into the physical Heart as etheric thread. So do not look for Soul in the heavens. Use it as it presents in material form in the here and now with mind as the tool.
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The great poets of the world have never patched things up with plasters. They have gone to the absolute root of issues, the cause of ills & courageously spoken & written about these with all the sharpness & beauty that language can muster. This is the challenge as Earth expands consciousness or we are just playing pastime games.
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One special gift that is often overlooked is the spirit of perseverance. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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We don’t care for truth, only for how beautifully a lie sounds when spoken with the right smile.
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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane."
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One special gift that is often overlooked is the spirit of perseverance. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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You perceived the silence
but read it
as if it bore your imprint.
And in the emptiness,
you heard
the voice no one had ever spoken.
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"A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories."
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Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
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"Love is the quiet promise in a held hand, the unspoken warmth in a shared glance—endless, yet found in the smallest moments."
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Broken hearts are worse than broken bones often. Love is a gamble...and the heart our greatest fortune to lose.
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So many lessons I have learned from the present...
Broken promises, betrayal, and situations that were unpleasant.
You'd think that I would have learned from the past
But instead, I repeat the patterns I've cast.
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Will the merciful Lord strengthen me when dreariness abounds and desperation revokes hopelessness? Only when my weakness becomes strength: I can rely on myself, not on others who may mock me, thinking it's foolishness. Success in everything cannot be achieved. Avoid stubbornness and settle for a simple life, never recurring to want more than need.
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Often in the space of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides
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Only if ambition had a stink, it would smell like burnt human flesh: the acrid smoke rising from a human pyre of moral combustion.
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If you love someone put their name in a circle not a heart, because heart's can be broken, circles go on forever.
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Oh my gosh
oh my goodness
Holy smokes
what's up.
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“Memories fade or are
relinquished like rose
petals from broken vases”
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A smile can mend a broken heart, can even make one sing like a lark.
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