Heart Attacks:
God cuts man slack
in which man foolishly
ties knots – Soul Clots.
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Love is The God Particle -- the elusive particle science seeks, from which all things came and will go back to -- Love is pure, unchangeable omnipotence. It can be lied about, mimicked, but children know the Real-deal, our beloved pets know, a faithful spouse knows...only politicians and bankers remain entirely oblivious.
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If it’s meant to be for you
It will surely find its way to you
If it’s not for you it will find
excuses not to come to you
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Sleepless another night, I hasten to empty my pen of all ink -- to add a period on this present journey, already feeling the insurmountable pressure of a new unimaginable.
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"A poet is born not manufactured. Many times words come from some kind of pain. Then the words can be felt by the reader."
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Why treat me special if I'm not the muse?
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For those who know me, no explanation is needed, for those who choose not to know, no explanation is possible
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Indeed, enjoy nature, being one -- no drama in cities is not also enacted in a forest canopy as well as its shadowy, mysterious plotting depths. Perhaps more honestly? A sprinkle of sunlight blooms a long way.
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Rejoice to the success of others... yet refrain from any pleasure of their demise.
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A white dot in the endless sky can illuminate the whole world with its power of light.
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Character is not supposed to be an act.
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As I have often said, I know nothing...my writing is another way of inviting others, who are perhaps yet somewhat bewildered as I, to join me with a word-candle in the labyrinth of human, poetic consciousness.
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Hocus Focus.
A strategy in which one or more parties create a distraction or focus on a subject largely or entirely irrelevant to the topic at hand, in an effort to get others to do the same. Often used by mass media and politicians.
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There is a place it’s different for each of us, where your monsters lie.. Mines and endless hotel and the doors are red with baby blue wallpaper lining the hallways. My philosophical question and answers produce a key, and I am greeted by a mirror, no reflection, my hair raises a tumble begins, and a ripple across the surface revealing the monster I face inside, then I go to wonderland but… Idk how to explain it, just when it’s over the pen hit the floor and woke me up, ink is in the page.
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‘In reality’ there is no questions worth answering other then why do you not exist in it hence the creation of the phrase…
Life’s existential meaning is death and reproduction, I know not poetic that’s why I implore you don’t believe it, seek texts, something to lie to you or pray I am wrong, or life’s going to be sad knowing your just a bag of dirt.
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I can see horror writers, through their work, not physically it’s a unique thing to say. I can see how far you went in to pull your piece out, if you faked it or crafted it without etc. Has a melody, a siren lament, that draws the reader in. There is horror and there is macabre. The difference is, Dracula was crafted by idea versus if I make him, it would be because I met him, shook his hand.
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Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
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A poet can live without...but not internally without love.
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Cut from the same cloth never meant cut for the same clothes.
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A little slip a little slumber, a little breach little blunder, a little mistake a little meander but life without these is a total failure.
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When I am connected, in my right mind -- I can do nothing else but love.
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We are equal only an official document, not on actual facts. Are we capable of knocking down the walls of contradiction, or continue
to ignore social oppression and not bring those needed changes to reinstate morality?
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If God chooses a person as a model of humbleness, He bestows upon him many blessings. A slice of bread, a glass of milk is not opulence but divine providence. Whenever that person goes, His favor will follow him.
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Piffle fills the stubborn brains of idiots. They prefer sticking to their creed rather than attest their pervasiveness.
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Poetry should be felt, rather than understood. In other words, a poem should make the reader feel something—not by telling them what to feel, but by evoking feeling directly.
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You do not need a sign to seen, be loud to be heard, or a heart to be felt, when all you feel is within you.
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“Death marks not the end, but the transition into realms unknown.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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“The path to greatness is paved with persistence, not perfection.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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“From the mysterious depths of the ocean to the towering peaks of mountains, let us be stewards of all life forms, protecting the precious balance of ecosystems with unwavering resolve.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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“In the hands of humanity lies the sacred duty to nurture, not deplete; to protect, not plunder. Our legacy is not measured in conquest but in conservation.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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