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I know now toSeek my fondnessIn her moment.Her eyes,Her skies,Her dreams,Her gleams.Her brazen selfBleeds the sun into the horizon. She liftsHer light aboveThe outstretched sea.She curls her eyesTo set herself. I am entrancedBy coming daysWhere I can pray,Where I can dance,Where I can open myselfTo the memories. Life is the open book.She is its pages.She…
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“The book is the design of knowledge. Yet, what would its use be, if no one could read it? What’s the use in having recordings, documents, theater, if there’s no one to view it? Why would there ever be authors, or painters, or musicians, or anything else of a creative field, if there was no…
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“No perception can be, without the necessity to share it. Loneliness remains as a human’s greatest torment, in the realization that we have no one to speak to, about what we’ve seen. For what use is there for a library, if there is no readers? There’d be no books, if the author had no second…
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“The quality to the quantity of a friendship, should matter more over its opposite. Why would a person believe that their 1,000+ online-only connections matter more than the few they truly trust to be physically close to them? It seems the trust factor has been completely ommitted in online friendship, to the point where it…
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I come with blank slates,To render your fires empty of passionThat you have lifted to Heaven.You pass onWith eyes that reach to the delicate wavesWhere there is no storm.Your arms reachTo the corpses trailing an avenue,While stench is left behindAt the ends of your fingers. You grow thorns for the making of flowers,Wrestling with the…
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“Some will argue that their way to be ‘able’ in this world, is being drowned out. Yet, in the form that ambition takes, something far greater always emerges. For to be capable simply refers to being able to lift the brick, to place it in another location. To be ambitious means to envision an entire…
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“If betrayal of trust, to the personal level, can be met with reaction through vengeance, then it is love, itself, to do the same. It will be, in such a latter case, on a global scale.” – Modern Romanticism Love is the emotion of trust, to be physically close with another enough to not believe…
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Drop your roses,Drop your feet,Drop your eyesDown to where each thing falls.Drop those wallsThat have stood youJust a mite so tall Your prideIs the musing of a thousand moreGenerations to come.As I see it,As I comprehend it,It is weak as glass.Let yourself go, to where you may collide. Find yourself,Shine yourselfIn the sun’s warmthOf exercise,…
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Your eleganceTransformsThe notes I etch outFrom this violinTo your sidesPurloined by the curves of many wavesIn the theft of weight. You draw out the oceanBy the streaming breathsOf your parted lips. Salt remains in your hair.As I reach for you,You draw back. Let your sweat trickle downThe arms,Beneath the sunAs you’ve runThrough the fragrant meadowsSo…
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Bled upon a thorn, New music hollows me In the entrancement of singing voice, By her entertaining sound Of drums upon skipping beats Whenever she’s fallen In arms as wide as the sea. I created the ocean For the faces of the moon, Using hands that could not ever stand Were my eyes to be…
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“As humans manifest their power in terms of numbers, it is love that remains the oneness. In a scenario where a human believes they can bury their memories beneath the grave, hurl the past behind, it is simple denial. A human denies the ‘existence’ of God, in the same way that they deny their own…
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“Humans have a fixation to multiply themselves, making their power to be believed in terms of numbers. Yet, it is the loss of control upon that power, that objectively proves a human to have none, neither over themselves nor of Nature. For what creates a human, being of Nature or God, or of a father…
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