Indeed, most all of us need love, seek love...and some give love even when not returned. It is love's true way.
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Thy kingdom business they've turned into personal business, supremacy their race. Heaven on earth not after death!!!
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Adversaries can be turned into victorious lessons
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Reading a book is akin to embarking on a journey; every page turned is a step closer to enlightenment. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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I dropped a friend to a spa. When I returned to pick her up: she looks like a stranger to me. Hebert Logerie
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"And my face , exquisitely lovely in its misery was upturned to his" from shadowy satisfaction
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After all the vaccine mandating and evil bullshit that transpired, I will think 3 times before I put anything into my body now.
My government turned me into an anti-vaxxer.
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What defines you? ..... Your partner? Your kids? Your friends? Your beliefs? Your looks? Your job? Your car? Your clothes? Your house? Your bank account? Your online status?
If you lost everything, what would define you? If your life burned to the ground around you, what would you be? You don't have to answer me....or answer to me. I'm just wondering. My take (...my humble opinion): You are still perfect. You are still worth it. You are. :-) xox
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When I started counting my blessings my whole life turned around
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"Our intelligence can only have fun when our creativity and imagination has been turned on."
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The first million dollars I ever made . . .
was on business I turned away.
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"I've made allot of mistakes in my life, this is my confession. But my mistakes aren't mistakes at all, Because I've turned them into lesson's."
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Come, you—the last one I acknowledge; return—
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.
('Komm, Du' or 'Come, You' by Rainer Maria Rilke,
loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Once we have flown, we will forever walk the earth with our eyes turned heavenward, for there we were and there we will always long to return.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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My God is a poet
singing me home
with their
genderless pronouns,
sticky love like blood
tar the tears in my eyes
the black heart is fixed on,
feeling the sum of the parts,
communion is served
best without -
heavy armour
worn gospels,
the insides torn,
turned out.
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My God is a poet
singing me home
with their
genderless pronouns,
sticky love like blood
tar the tears in my eyes
the black heart is fixed on,
feeling the sum of the parts,
communion is served
best without -
heavy armour
worn gospels,
the insides torn,
turned out.
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Listing A Personal View Of What Poetry Is
1. Poetry is a stone, turned to expose to searching winds in a once hidden earth.
Robert J. Lindley
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I wrote so much self hate on my skin that it turned the water green
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By right we arm but by love, disarm. Now is the nation called to love. By gun control we challenge not your rights to arms but your heart to sacrifice that love entails. So give me not a reading of the law but tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes -- how racks have shed arms like autumn leaves and turned the land from red to gold.
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Even viewed through rose colored glasses
a bridge, once burned, retains the color of ash.
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Fear me, as fate has turned me wildly fearless.
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If you can not stand the heat that burned them, do not judge them and do not think you know everything about them.
the things that you think you know about them are measured by the level of your understanding and the capacity of your sight.
I believe how you see things around you or far is controlled by your mind.
that is why you are you and they are them.
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By right we arm but by love, disarm. So give me not a reading of the law but tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes--how racks have shed arms like autumn leaves and turned the land from red to gold.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Within a blink of an eye
she turned from a baby into
a young Lady
Many Years you are more than Blessed
We Love you Breanndra Bahe
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Though all seems crystal clear the insightful light is turned off
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Blessings at our table,
the garden; beggars always welcome... they will be asked to help weed, thieves are not turned away as they are only steeling when "what" you have is not already free.
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What does the world miss by the blind eye turned to truth and the judgmental one turned to rumor ?
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For the hope of tomorrow, a page is
forever being turned.
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Freedom is never appreciated when present and mourned continually when lost.
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Crusoe's shipwrecked on an island rock* Along came pirates fearing his flock* He threw the book at them* The best seller's a gem* Turned the pages and laughed pirates' shock
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