God help me, for it is not my want or need, for which I require or insist; it is to know that I am truly wanted and needed, the thing that I cannot resist.
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Don't be too eager to become popular Popularity fades quickly But an influencer legacy lives on.
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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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Quiet time between, like tranquil rests in music, can be important for health and balance as any focused volume.
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Quite your mind, let your heart speak. The whispers within hold the key.
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like it or not, the problem with this beautiful Zambia isn't anything rather than greed. Every single Zambian who gets an opportunity to make sense, will rather only want to quickly enrich himself/ themselves at d detriment of others. And yet, nothing, I mean, NOTHING! will happen. This, my brother is the problem.
Patriotism comes when there is progress. Nobody want to tap his chest and say that mad man scavenging from that Waste bin is my son, brother, father, etc.
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like it or not, the problem with this beautiful Zambia isn't anything rather than greed. Every single Zambian who gets an opportunity to make sense, will rather only want to quickly enrich himself/ themselves at d detriment of others. And yet, nothing, I mean, NOTHING! will happen. This, my brother is the problem.
Patriotism comes when there is progress. Nobody want to tap his chest and say that mad man scavenging from that Waste bin is my son, brother, father, etc.
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Slow learners are not at all dumb actually their are quite the opposite. They are like moths that slowly transforms into magnificent butterflies.
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"' People do change
" They are never quite the same Man
Or
Woman
Again.''
Gender change.
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One Road leads to tension and worry; one road leads to fear and dread. My road leads me home to tranquility, to peace, serenity and solitude.
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The quicksand of anticipation
— the fire below
A changing experience
— is not an experience of change
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.
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" Beauty lives in the things you avoid quit often in your daily life's. "
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Let our independence roar louder than any oppression. Let our unity forge an unbreakable shield against any tyranny. Let our freedom steer us towards a destiny of equity and justice, peace and prosperity for all. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Technology, imbued with wisdom, adorned by ethics, and draped in compassion, possesses the power to address complex challenges, steer positive societal change, and foster an inclusive, equitable world. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Liquid indulgence,
catching you on my tongue
in the rain ….
I’m wet all the way through..
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Crona and death is received by mosquitoes
Aghori mhabharamnad
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"Reeds love rivers, as the fading and transitory things of the world delight us. If, however, anyone shall pluck up this reed from the Earth, and strip off it's useless parts, spoiling the old man with his deeds, and guide it by the hand of a Scribe writing quickly, it begins to be no more a Reed, but a Pen, which impresses the precepts of the Heavenly Scriptures on the Hidden Places of the mind and writes them on the Tables Of The Heart"
- St.Ambrose
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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The Journey To The Library Is Embolden by the Equivalency's Of Sound And Expression!
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When it rains I walk out the door instead of sitting indoors,
Choosing to drench myself with a promise of cold.
All but to find solace in the gentle embrace of liquid poetry.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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"Children are not sent to schools just only to get knowledge, but also to think themselves. For a good knowledge can be acquired through thinking of new sublimations, experimenting life's equations and exploration; —so as to arrive with the light of philosophy, self-awakening, realisation, actualisation, esteem and confidence and ignite fire on every junky view."
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We live in, and transverse, shadows of our own deception...let conscience be our alternative guide when light is dim and the voice of reason near silenced. God is no ventriloquist nor illusionist --
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Most of my writing done in the quiet, settling vibration of night -- Night, my notebook for inspiration, opening with a starry twinkle.
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Quit on a goal...but never on your life.
September 2023
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The more intimately acquainted you become with the genuine, the quicker you will detect a counterfeit.
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Don't make the vow to never love again because of the pain you felt from loving before. Love is sacrificial. It requires the death of one's self. Even if past love was beautiful, love always ends in pain. They are one in the same. The greatest example was the love of Jesus Christ being demonstrated when He died on the Cross.
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When your world is moving too fast and you are lost in the chaos; end your day with watching a beautiful, tranquil sunset.
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