"A hooligan cat homeless and tattered, hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye, brought him inside and life was never the same ."
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I have learned more from Silence than anything I have ever read nor heard preached. Quieting myself from the chatter of the world, from egoistic, pompous platforms, the many scientific podiums raucously orating -- God is always speaking to us positively within the Silence, while the Devil, a voluminous orchestra of brassy-pride, doubts and fears rattling our physical senses, negatively affecting our thought processing. Silence is our larger ear, wax free:)
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Science is the catalyst of truth, a torch that illuminates the darkest corners of ignorance, transforming mysteries into knowledge. - Aloo Denish
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The western Christianity is that which Fact-check a Preacher of the gospel (deliberate orchestration from the kingdom of darkness) to make the Truth of scripture subject to scrutiny by mere man
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I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat bees drone,
explaining how easy it was to find if you knew where it's hiding...
('Salat Days' by Michael R. Burch)
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sittin on the porch pickin ideas like fleas
swimmin' in the space between words
crushed suddenly by the slammin of opportunities door.
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That the orchards of life are not blooming as it should, doesn't mean the garden of our time should whither in misery, wait for the rain for its arrival herald hopes
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Slowly but steadily your rights are being taken away by the hysteria orchestrated in the communist country. China always wanted to force barbarism on the rest of the world. they seemed to have succeeded with coronavirus. This, if allowed will be goodbye to Freedom
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"It's better to be a star, small and faintly twinkling, for a million years...Than a torch light's narrow shaft, brightly showing, for only an hour."
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Sitting on my front porch, thinking about my past, wondering how I got so old so fast
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On my command she said, lifted from the grass. Like the lady bugs...flying from the blades. Into the intense grip of the scorching June heat.
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Our minds process symphonies of orchestrated word's allowing the mind an body to stay in harmony a climax of the soul.
Mind the symphony insane insanity orchestrated by the body in climax.
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