Creativity arises from technique. You can't push the state-of-the-art unless you know the state-of-the-art.
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Don't loose your friend Because Being alone is not a choice, it's a decision....
Don't take it...
When your life is giving you a shoulder to cry
Don't push it
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The world is a vending machine; be careful what button you push.
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Poetry is similar to painting: learning when to put down a brush is just as important as the reason for picking one up.
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There is a hush of love that does not reach to claim, but softly teaches the soul it was always worthy of being held.
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“In the annulled hush where being sheds its skin,
And place and hour fall mute before the mind,
Primeval meanings—chaste of taint or sin—
Alight, immaculate, from thought unlined.”
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Kids have there whole life to have there dreams crushed so keep them innocent.
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Poetry has no "Candle' light kept under bushels." We share our deepest, whether aware or not.
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If a bull comes rushing towards you, what would you do – run away OR rush at it and take it by the horns? ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"As an artist writing with your pen writing your words. As an artist painting with your brush pretty colors."
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Clothes and laws were invented by man. They both cushion his animalistic tendencies. Strip him of the former and he’d still be a man. Strip of him of the latter and you’d see the animal in him. ~ Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Memories are not always pleasant -- but they are all foundations for tomorrow...hopefully we choose our best, and make even new valleys more lush with blossoms.
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My mom was never tired — fatigue blushed in her presence.
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If my mom is ever judged, even God will blush.
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When she called my name, even angels hushed.
-about my mom
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Life is like a bicycle. When it goes well, ride on. When it has flat tyres, push on. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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It’s like buying a classic car that’s clocked half a million miles. Still polished, sounds sweet when you start it up, but push it too hard and the engine just can’t take the strain. Looks might still turn heads, but under the bonnet, the wear and tear tells a different story.
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Push forward my love, let go my love, fly high with the winds and the sky.
Do not sit in the lies of the deceiver, for he will whisper sad and mean things to you.
Push and do not stop you can make it to the top!
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Man often kills that thing he loves. Dying inside it when push comes to shove
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I am telling myself that retirement is not the end of the road, but rather the beginning of a reinvention of some sort to become a new version of myself. I have always rushed to get things done, but now I will have time to be curious about other things in life.
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“I was created to push buttons at the deepest levels, at genome level, where patterns are made. These patterns are to change during Earth’s necessary transition.”
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Your my sunshine, on a cold and gloomy day, you only have to smile, to brush those clouds away.
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“I think you were born for this time and place. You can call it fate or Divine Providence, but you were born for this.
Sometimes I think our lives were predestined to go down a certain path.
Oh, we can choose the good or the bad along the way, but ultimately, perhaps we are predestined for things beyond our control. It is not acurse, but a gift, to be embraced and used in the right way.” - Dan "Doc" Thomas, The Rushing Tide
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The truest art is found inside the brush; not in the paint, nor the painter..... the picture only gets better with time.
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Dear Self,
The world is small, they say. I am but an ant in a jungle of bushes --- with eyes but couldn't see. Guided by the smell of faith, I followed the thread to nowhere. Where this heart would lead? I don't know... Pursuing the unknown, hoping this journey will end me where my soul can peacefully rest.
Yours,
Mixie21
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Nothing concentrates the military mind so much as the discovery that you have walked into an ambush.
– Thomas Packenham
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The door is open, pure light shinning out -- we must take the step -- Christ is our usher, not a jailer.
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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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Sunsets are end of the day’s magnificent touch, painted from God’s magical brush.
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" jab Mai appna Nam schota hu tho mujhe ek paribhasha parpta Hoti hai Mai mere haath, Dil ka process,nak,kaan, etc
Ye Saab tho mujhe alag nahi lagatey har manushya Kay pass hai ,earth Heen, hai sab bas Manav zati ousey earth Dey Rahi hai., moha Maya ( tho apka parashan heyi ek Satay jeevan hai )
With love all
OM Jagdish
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