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A lasting trace, is the smile captured for yearsBeneath the fabric of long tresses, like curtains to rain over her eyes.Eyes that blossomed many tearsFor joy’s sake, and for the end of suffering.I muse over her face, like an artist with his brushTo paint the many years in picture. She was all the pain of…
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Love is radiation. Intended to spread its presence over those trusting of it. What do we have of love, other than simple belief? We believe in love to do the right thing. It is never expected to manipulate, and then ask for something in return. Love, when denied, creates Hell. One sinks, without love. One…
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Idea: Those problems in which people face, are met with two roads to travel with such burdens to weigh upon their shoulders: The road of personal acceptance. The road of the problem exterminated. We are humans with wounds for show. But, what does “personal acceptance” do for a person, other than for the mention of…
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Q: How is it true that the way standards have “fallen” is by our today’s focus on “fear to motivate”, rather than “creativity to inspire”? A: Standards are everything to be raised. However, when a world focuses on logic, not comprehending that when it comes to logic, love holds logic in domination, fear is soon…
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Threads wrapped aroundIn barest silver,To her complexion of fullest white. Spread across her cheeks,As white as the snow,As kindness will be to her, everything she knows. To love forever, as we had promised.For I love a beautyWrapped in a love, as old as time. Graceful, in the art of movement,Around a home, called our comfort…
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The world fumbles aroundThe entirety of you, and that is meThe man who watches with eyes that can only glimpseYour bared and vulnerable beauty.My eyes were drowned in utter darkness,Though, now are stung by golden light.For you dance, before me,To show me,Something that will extinguish me of misery. Love glowsIn my hands, like hoops called…
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Miss Beauty,With all radiance to spend,Like what the sun does, to spread color,As you have done, to my mind of black and white. In losing you,My mind has turned to grey. I sought to see your hips move with the wind’s twists,And hear your sighs among the delicate sheets. Love was once all to be…
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Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet with the contentsOf her bleeding spirit.My beating heartResonates not with…
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“What use does the slave-master have for the slave who they’d not call a slave, but a human, because they love them? When we, as humans, are cruel tyrants, we will call humans ‘tools’, and we will not love them. Moreover, we will not believe ‘love’ to be useful, when the slave, should they be…
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Q: You believe that personal experience is superior to a written credential, such a University degree, or by simply being well-read within the subject? A: I believe it to be true that one’s own credibility is meager, without personal experience within the subject chosen. Why should a person ever be allowed the title of “marriage…
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Stare up to me,Child of my sight, beneath me.For I love, and have loved, a woman so frail in her plight.And among all the battles to fight,I have stopped hereTo see beneath me, a woman who stares up to my light.But, I make myself humbleEven in my radiance. Her kisses have been a wondrous consumptionOf…
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“When we love, we realize there is more to the world than simply ourselves. For if all we knew to repair was ourselves, we may as well live alone on some deserted island, never seeing any other reflection besides our own. In the glassy waters of the ocean, we will peer into them on that…
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