To open oneself up completely, with our fears, our weaknesses, our strengths, our love, is the risk we take in human form. We trust that familiarity will not lead to contempt, but that our subconscious will strengthen this thing we call love. As long as the ego is kept out of the equation by the will of our spiritual nature.
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Oh, what a slippery slope we weave, as we alter nature to conceive.
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What is awake, if not open to our own growth and new inspiration which when in tune with spirit is infinite? Awake should simply mean alert and nothing more. Only a fool thinks he really knows anything.
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I ran a poem of mine through AI just for analysis, not to change or improve anything -- the opinion was frightening. Better than any person I have encountered, as if this thing was inside my head. The next generation really does have something to worry about. We are dinosaurs my friends -- hope our bones will retain truth enough to inspire when we are gone, to be really read as they are dug up and carefully dusted, by facsimiles of living souls.
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“Hope gives us the courage to imagine a better world; equality gives everyone the right to build it.”
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Woman is like a rose you have to treart properly.
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Woman is like a rose you have to treat properly.
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If I’m gonna claim to be best…I’ve gotta step up to the plate and show I’m the best…if I can’t do that I’d be telling another hopeless lie.
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Hopes and expectations are prison
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Hope and Expectations are beautiful illusions that slowly turn into mental prisons.
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Hope is the audacity to believe in a narrative that hasn't been written yet.
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Do not wait for the door to open; the impossible is best accessed by walking through the wall of your own hesitation.
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I'd rather dwell on the good in life, in relationships. Just the way my mind works. I am not big on victim-hood. Have been hurt seriously...and forgiven. Hope others will do the same for me.
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I hope heaven has pizza parlors, and little establishments with local craft beers. And jukeboxes with hits from the 50's. And good Italian ices. And drive-ins, and moonlight canoeing. And And And.............. The best of earth would be heaven enough for me.
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How many times i open my eyes
hitherto, how many times i realize
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Rule No 3: All that glitters is not gold, learn to see things in the proper light.
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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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We belong to the last generation that will make intellectually significant contributions. After that, the best to be hoped for is 'Not bad, for a human.' But then, if computers had to run on million year old technology, they wouldn't do so well either.
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Sharp & Brutal Truths
?"Fake friends are like shadows: they follow you in the sun but leave you in the dark."
?"Real friends value your presence. Fake friends value your absence."
?"An open enemy is better than a false friend who praises you to your face and stabs you in the back."
?"Fake friends believe in rumors. Real friends believe in you."
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"I hope your wonderful imagination comes alive as you go writing away."
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Hope is a strange ride
Its destiny unpaid, an invisible token
We cannot afford to hide
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"...what I feel now becomes, the kick me sticker in the back of my mind, the undone zipper of my heart"~ Fandom of the Opera
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What we plant, how we nurture will be our fruits -- how future generations of our ways will know -- and how God will decide, in His graceful time if humanity to terminate or continue to hopefully let flow.
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Maybe results are not as important as trying...I think, hope, that is the way God looks at us.
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Creativity...a moment with God! Yes, spirit is everywhere one is open to receiving. The everything that went into a small blossom -- each wonder an introduction, a doorway to one's greater miracle of divinely seeing and expressing. Nothing exists outside of God...and all are connected, meridians of The Infinite. Write...paint...invent~ a never-ending journey.
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The lips that ope their treasure to the wandering wind shall find release;
For words that roam, when freely shared, unbind the captive heart to peace.
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“God hath given you one face,” sister, daughter, wife and mother: Not even Vermeer could hope to trace let alone paint you such another.
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Existence converges in trinity: desire undone, fear dissolved, hope unbounded.
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I’m so excited to come back to sharing my writing and excited for feedback and criticism to not get better. Poetry has always been so important to me. Please follow or take a look at my old published work on her under Briyanna Lawes from 2010 ( my old account I follow) I was grateful and overjoyed by the support on here and hope to bring that back into my life! Can’t wait to share my work to you all emotionally brliantpeo with you art of poetry!
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“Poetic intellection operates beyond all jurisdiction; therefore, all claims of proprietary legitimacy over poetry are invalid.”
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