“The soul doesn’t shout — it writes in metaphors.”
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“The creative process is more often than not euphoric. When euphoria becomes overwhelming resistance kicks in bringing doubt and self-doubt. To end the cycle of euphoria and doubts which hinder the creative process, we need to develop equanimity towards both, making creative processes unending, instead of a stop-start process.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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children grow to teenagers and forget innocence, teenagers grow to adults and forget freedom- once you experience freedom, no drug will ever give you the same euphoria.
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No institution can exist that purportedly upholds the rule of law by breaking it. No institution that has become the prime offender of citizens rights can claim to protect them. Experience has shown that governments are not immune to corruption and therefore are bound by necessity, when required, to reformation. Prudence dictates corruption abrogates the ability for self correction and so remedy must be accomplished through external means.
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In the beginning, there was Chaos; God spoke, and there was Symphony.
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When you can fall no further and you have hit the hard ground.
The only way now is up so pick yourself up brush yourself down and rise up like a phoenix and smile.that knowing smile that you have come back stronger better and wiser.
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No truth is harder to swallow when it contradicts its noblest values. Be the upholder of truth: it's your pledge of integrity,
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TRISTICH:The most well known being HIKU the English language version of HAIKU 'the phonetical&cultural original ' Japanese' poem form in verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format&still inherently enigmatic with a caesura and surprise ending
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I have some very old photographs, postcards -- the images have changed with age -- someday soon to be all gone -- life is like Polaroids, but faith and love above all, I truly feel in my heart, somehow transcend the lethal memory of time.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
ROBERT SHERRIFF: my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Kellie Marie Sherriff
"In the echoes of laughter, there lies a map to joy, guiding us through the labyrinth of life with its cheerful resonance."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER - DEDICATED TO Hayley June Brooks
"Wisdom is a river, flowing through the landscape of our thoughts, carving valleys of understanding and mountains of insight."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Robert Lloyd Sherriff 3rd
"Time is a sculptor, carving moments into memories, each second a chiseled stroke shaping the essence of our lives."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Robert Lloyd Sherriff 3rd
"A book is a portal, each page a step, transporting readers from the mundane to realms of infinite possibility."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
true worth
“Only a great leader will show their true worth.
It is what they have between their ears.
Not between their legs.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER-ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Jayde Sherriff
Red Roses
"In the quiet of dawn, ideas bloom like red roses, unseen but fragrant, whispering secrets to the early morning light."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Charlie Sherriff
"Mountains stand as silent poets, their verses etched in stone, telling ancient stories to those who climb high enough to listen."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO E.J Brooks
Rain
"In every drop of rain, a story is written, a tale of travel from cloud to earth, a cycle of rebirth."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Addison Brooks
Dreams
"Stars are the dreams of the universe, scattered across a canvas, waiting to be deciphered by curious minds."
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Pure Socialism, its essence absent the heavy hands of self-serving Totalitarian enforcement, is not so far from a pure Capitalistic Society, absent the overt Greed of pontificating freedom loving phonies.
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I am a Free bird, the phoenix in the shadows, hailing a white aura, I walk ablaze as an Earth Angle igniting the souls of love with only the truth of our Father, the Universe infinite.
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In a world where no one understands, it's good to finally find someone who can. That's where you'd go to do what you have never done before and say things you have told no one. This is how new words and new actions are born, but not in hospital, in a lovely telephone box.
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Sad truth is.. when you really know someone intimately, their thoughts, their deepest desires, who they are when no one is looking... Loving them is difficult. Our phones reflect our true identities. And that is why these days a relationship/marriage can end just by checking his/her phone
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The scaly skin is often moulted by the snakes permitting replacement of old worn out skin, disposal of parasites and is thought to allow the snake to grow....so is when people abandon us....
The fierce fire is the cause of propulsion....so is needed for the rise of phoenix...
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I pick up my phone and dial..
Hello, love???" i say.
"Who is this???" she asks from the other side.
"ouch?? has it been that long that you even forgot?"
"it's me Gerishon ??" i answer.
"aww??Shon? How have you been?" She asks...
In the background i hear a baby crying ????
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Waiting is the daughter of patience, but she is also the cousin of quitting. During moments in which you are idle, you must think of what you're waiting for. If you find a loophole where your waiting has no end, gather your strength, and push forward!
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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