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It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical
Self-realisation does not come when you expect it. It is beyond being aware or understanding your situation. It involves radical thinking Awakening happens when you’re fed up And you want to break the vicious cycle Unchain yourself from what society
I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary
Mind has different roles in realizing life’s goals. It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results
The Joy of Bing Skits zoid When just a whippersnapper of a little boy Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed For doctor removal of my adenoid Less to prevent their only son from being coy Than fear of said
My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We
The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,
It’s a very subtle change in the words I find clues Even though it feels quite strange through a spyglass I see blue A very peculiar day unraveling pictures that haunt hue I sit on a boat and float away
Days they end and the years may pass, He’s coming soon and He’s coming fast, I reflect on my life and what I might say, Would I be ready to meet my Lord Jesus today? Is my life in order,
The soft ticking Of several coasting bicycles Fills the streets. Kaleidoscope streetlamps Dance their light down to the pavement Through fingered trees. I almost wish cobblestones Lined the street. That way we could put our feet on my house And
Grandma… What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47? Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun? You had it all and you showed us all… From your first to the last two, you
From here to you a legacy of dust was deepening. I was reading a lot between the dots. You will get another master I will get another pain. In the maze of tunnels a fear of fall snips. A window
Well my mother might be almost sixty But she’s still one damn good-looking Woman, inside and out she’s has such A kind heart and her feelings run deeper Than any ocean can and such a beautiful Beautiful woman who could
A distraught moon takes a misstep and goes behind the hill to take a holy bath. Disconnects with a trespasser and sends to night, a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. Shades of lies haunt, in flames of faith. A
It all began with a simple hello And, she gazed towards my direction Her bright eyes met mine, ours lit in unison All along, I never believed diamonds could describe eyes And yet, in that instant, how wrong was I
The day begins with a melodious theme And ends with memorial splendor The life of a man begins with melodious ululations And ends with memorial lamentations If indeed life is an adventure A restless adventure of entirety and supreme wonders
Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare
You loved me many years before we met, In corridors of past forgotten time, When many lifetimes proved certain our fate, As one destined for each other’s sweet rhyme; Events, fateful, have paved each trodden way, Not just by chance
All I feel is sorrow. Without your love I am sure there will be no tomorrow. Your love seems to only bring me pain. It is like a stinging rain. You lie and cheat. All I feel is utter defeat.
When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet
Love… The definition of Complexity in it’s entirety It’s never a stranger To it’s stranger ways Yet, in flux What shall I do Wade within caution Hope for tepid waters Nay, I say But, unafraid dive right in Rules here
“Mum, what’s that noise?” asked Johnny Duboise as he sat on the comfy settee. “It’s your father”, she replied as the dishes she dried, “says he’s trying to set his mind free”. “By singing a song?” he asked with a
Lord, thank you for grace For you are with me always as I run my race Inspite of my nakedness, you shield me with your lace By faith, I can move mountains For you’ve made me an ace Christ is
The light of my life Is not from the sun, But is from the eyes of my children. The happiness of my mind Is not from the worldly attractions But is from the words of my loved ones. For the
I have driven on snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois. In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars, vans, and bobtails without air conditioning. I have driven the curving two lane road of
One heart so full of love One sky so pretty from Sunrise to sunset, one Moon sometimes silver Sometimes red, sometimes Gold, one voice singing I love you whether or not You love me yet… Oh ONE RAISED, one red
Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it
Each morning as I get up out of bed, All kinds of thoughts go through my head. In my heart I search for peace of mind, Just one certain answer I hope to find! Another day with all things that
Oh just playing We were just so simple But developments occur Astonishment was trembling Much noise Laughing and arguing Oh a day I call it a day of remembrance Meeting new people All things changed Never knew about it It
I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing
When I started to open my eyes in wonder I could see nothing but my mother fair For me feeding, bathing, sleeping ,and loving Like a goddess who is blissful in tending Me ,a tender plant to grow into a
Mother, they said I would find you if I looked deep in my heart – an image of love I shall see there that glows in its ramparts. So I looked behind all the walls upon which the drums did
Paper shredding,streaming down like a waterfall at the side. Flowers begin to appear from the spring line. Mountains rise up from beneath the surface, no water at the bottom which will quench the path inside. Foaming with the hotness of
My bubbly son do you know that you are not just a son to me you dwell in every beat of my heart you are vital breath of my life that always inspires me to be a loving Dad you
The voice of good education Echoes through the hall Drowning out even the droning of the fan Solid silence suspended above and between Minds being moulded into something acceptable This is the way forward, we are told The only way
You descended Into my being Like a pixie Had mesmerized Me and bestowed Me with vivacity. You met me Mingled with Shared secrets Suddenly left Shocked and Stunned Couldn’t discern Causes of your outset! Life is a mystery We keep
Did you see sparrows any more? Did you listen to the songs of dropping rain? Did you ever dream of sunshine…? This what we have done to us So close to life yet so far This is what we have
Like a testudine wanderer or a gastropod tramp, the weight on my shoulders shrinks my home. Holes and scars of a limited life; duct tape and pants on display. For in such a tiny home, lives such a tiny voice
Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities
The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.
Gone are the days When we used to be Selfless— When we used to Help others Without expecting Anything in return! Today, We no longer Help others Out of sheer Love And concern! We dish out favours to them And,
