tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618226187282935832024-02-07T21:20:34.878+01:00IDEAS THAT ENTERTAINED A SOULSuperficiality races to extremes, over bona fide means and inclusive dreams. Together we are better. Keep shining on! ☼Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-63419573113425571432013-01-08T22:04:00.002+01:002013-01-28T15:41:11.032+01:00Civeo's Magnum Opus<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am not sure what it will take to serve, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">except for that we will need integrity, courage, and compassion. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Look at us! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We’re soldiers already, each fighting some sort of battle every day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Pity we so often take up arms against one another, mistaking our despair. You see? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Where is cause for such madness when here and now, not beyond a good will to better understand our own humanity, are lush golden fields? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If we go today, we each put on our poetic breastplate, souls ablaze, rouse our moral fibers and use our greatest weapon, our words, to defend our dignity. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">May we stand tall together, as tall and purpose-filled as a spring poppy! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-49872435618546162512012-11-29T23:17:00.001+01:002013-02-17T13:43:19.332+01:00O the hour<span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">In
this second is everything. A simple moment, yet illimitably deep and dynamic.
In this minute life everywhere is budding with purpose and in it I, alive with
intention, bubbling with joy, flowing over brim. And you, a gem. Unique. Pure
wonderment! Nothing alike and it not unlike you. Sometimes I can hardly believe
my eyes. Better I trust. It's here and now. Happening in a snap. Already gone.
So seize. Flashes of inspiration. Jazz hands. We're riding the storm or the
wave and I wander closer to and farther from. And what marvels beyond the Tree
of Knowledge but the sacred Tree of Life? Imagination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Rockwell","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As
I step onto the sidewalk, I'm amazed at the gentleman walking toward me with
his air and that smile. Not long after, I cross a river bridge, and over there
I see a child. She’s running to the poppy garden, and crouches to touch a bushy
bulb. I wonder, and I think she wonders too, if she's gunna snap one of those
flimsy intoxicating flowers off at stem. She hesitates. It has its place, its
peace. Who’s to yank it from roots and leave thirsty and dry? Water, water, O
holy water! Moving like there ain't no boundaries. Like we’re all one and this
is all the same old story but unraveling in another way? Hopefully this time
better than last. We might learn from ourselves or those hanging golden stars.
Blanket of warm light in darkness. Hark! It may be love which holds the
firmament. Maya Angelou. We hope, and it's faith in dawn that keeps us going. Go,
go, and stop. Ready, set... soar again! Glide like a butterfly, sting like a
bee -Muhammad Ali. Suddenly, there's that ol’ boxer buzz. Pollinated vibrations
electrically charged. I put my finger on it; can make your hair stand straight
up! Absolutely enthralled and I know I am freedom! Fertility I tell you. Dance
because today is given to us. And the greatest art gallery we'll see is the one
we're already in. It's better than any factory production. Enchanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Rockwell","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">All
this excitement has me tired now. I rest, breathing, still in a turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless, neither coming nor going. Zen. Natured and nurtured.
How intricate yet punchy this second. Weird and wonderful this minute. This is
luscious stuff and O the hour. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-79712506217273275972012-10-28T17:02:00.002+01:002012-10-30T20:21:31.016+01:00Au delàPast the Tree of Knowledge, stands the Tree of Life.<br />
You'll find me there.<br />
And so it goes -<br />
By an endless turn of imagination, <br />
A fruit tree, rooted and still, embraces all seasons. <br />
Alive with intention!<br />
Zen child, natured and nutured. <br />
Come rain, come shine. <br />
Grateful for the shade.<br />
Faith in Dawn.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-40067705676031957512012-10-12T15:01:00.001+02:002012-12-12T22:55:21.131+01:00Crystals in a Glass JarCrystals growing in a glass jar.<br />
Amid all this reflection,<br />
I ask,<br />
where is the light coming from? <br />
<br />
Refraction,<br />
Deflected truths and dancing illusions <br />
play with mirrors of a brilliant diamond.<br />
No clarity.<br />
<br />
Wake-up.<br />
Don't believe everything you think.<br />
And, yet, know it when you see it.<br />
Soul's afire.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-15933707374395590022012-08-14T15:05:00.004+02:002012-09-11T18:06:45.630+02:00Ever Short <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
I. Truths - however short. Questions - whyever short?<br />II. <em>How</em> ever short of truth, <em>why</em> ever short of wonder?<br />
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III. Whyever short of wonder, however short of truth?</div>
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IV. However tall a truth, whyever short a wonder?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-51965812228230332442012-08-03T12:49:00.000+02:002012-08-13T08:57:48.173+02:00Ode to MLK JrPortrait<br />
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Of a man who lives –to see to it–; whose fisted hand firmly holds humanity’s dignity, who raises it high in common brotherhood and lowers it with courageous conviction, whose arms are links in an unyielding demand for freedom and respect, whose mind dreams on and on, whose feet march on and on, whose soul hopes on and on, whose heart loves on and on, whose spirit struggles relentlessly to bring: Power to the People!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-36646077300075956092012-08-01T14:13:00.002+02:002012-08-13T09:02:38.034+02:00Strength of VulnerabilityUnguarded, uncertain, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking. Questions making way for potential, for tolerance, for understanding. Open to groundbreaks, to heartbreaks. Belief in self-worth, turning pain to power. Ready to chance, dare, serve, love. Vulnerability, a warm hug, the courage to feel. Are you alive?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-86052527631634229542012-07-28T14:31:00.001+02:002012-07-28T14:31:19.693+02:00for LoversEmbarce that you won't know <br />
<em>why</em>, it is so. And so it is, <br />
better that way. Just as lovers are better <br />
apart. (Well, not really, but a certain differentiation helps<br />
<br />
to hold onto perspective, be thankful,<br />
stay wildly curious about another, build<br />
passion in the tension between connection, find <br />
mystery in how you act out your play). <br />
<br />
If they're you, and you them, then you're bored <br />
all over again. Unable to will yourself to move, an awkward<br />
four legged two headed monster stuck in a fear driven draw between<br />
whose numbskull is going to shoot first?<br />
<br />
The world's on fire! You've got to pick up your feet, darling!<br />
We'll fuck up. So forget about it. <br />
Love often. Go! Where these words don't mean a thing. <br />
Talk about shit with integrity. Smile because it's happening. <br />
<br />
O, Yes! It's happening, <br />
like the engagement we're born into. Be <br />
glad you're alive to see<br />
how this old flame still burns.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-15311442942908672072012-06-12T11:25:00.001+02:002012-06-12T11:25:08.882+02:00In an InstantIn an instant I grew <br />
a horizon wider... a sky taller... an ocean deeper...<br />
I thought surely this is it;<br />
one of those unforgettable happenings.<br />
So far, <br />
so true.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-59261610178413938772012-06-06T21:50:00.000+02:002012-08-01T14:21:43.986+02:00To-do's...<m:smallfrac m:val="off">
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</m:narylim></m:intlim></m:wrapindent></m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac>To turn the hands of time... To slow it all down and pick the ripe low
hanging fruit of our hope trees... To act out a dream, exit stage left, and
make way for another play... To be a fool for a lover who could do with more
than what’s called for... To strip down and tear it up... To turn up and put it on since our minute-hands are like chalk and cheese... To go merrymaking and
cherry-picking more often... To sweep a tint of radiance over another’s
tip-off, recognizing they’ve somehow enhanced our own… To just do it... To find irresistible...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-37185126067428897992012-06-06T11:56:00.001+02:002012-06-06T11:57:43.863+02:00Matrix<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Open Your Eyes Your Open</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your
Eyes Open Eyes Your</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eyes Open Your Open Eyes</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-73673381058714942842012-05-31T09:52:00.001+02:002013-02-11T17:15:05.866+01:00Ode to Pens<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">You’re seeing this now,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">what I wrote then, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">somehow brought together </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">by this silent instrument.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I flow through its narrow passage to colour the surface, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">my tone polishes the inks <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>poisonous rivulet; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">or so I hope, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">for your burning ears on the other side. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Listen, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">and know my words don’t mean a thing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">compared to how I carry them,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">for its integrity which lifts the soul. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-47136072318452102692012-05-31T09:21:00.001+02:002012-05-31T10:07:18.929+02:00"The Ultimate Guide"Reality is, <br />
the truest story told<br />
has not been written<br />
in a language<br />
we can understand.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-18206058376245977642012-05-30T09:52:00.001+02:002012-05-30T09:53:13.060+02:00Exposed BrickBecause there is a new fashion in town <br />
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you may not have heard how once</div>
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dry hands placed red brick by red brick</div>
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to build this brawny structure.</div>
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How times have already changed!</div>
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Now cracked hands are swiping evenness over </div>
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lines of red brick by red brick</div>
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grey cement hiding the hours of dry hands. </div>
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Eventually weather crumbles </div>
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exposing brick at the edges</div>
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How time changes</div>
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complexity’s beautiful dry hands</div>
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red brick by red brick --</div>
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by simplicity’s beautiful cracked hands</div>
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grey swipe by grey swipe.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-61795459143710516172012-05-18T14:42:00.000+02:002012-05-21T12:53:04.021+02:00On Potentialism<span lang="EN-US">Do you notice the capable of being? The not
yet in existence, but which silently devises it all? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Potentialism</i> is a theoretical extension of the word ‘potential’ and
otherwise means ‘budding’, ‘would-be’, or ‘impending’. This work attempts to illustrate the practical daily
effects <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialism</i> has on our
overall livelihood. My motivation is to
find resilience in each moment, effectively strengthening our buoyancy to
adapt. How to live a life of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialism</i>? Based on a literature
review, the research suggests that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialism</i>
is generally damaging and dangerous. Following it’s assumption whole heartedly
can lead to massive disappointment if an aim is not reached. To the best of my knowledge, that is a
pathetic examination. What truly comes
abreast from a system of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialism</i>? If hope and ability coincide at every moment,
then a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialist </i>attitude
overcomes emptiness. I tested my
hypothesis against criticism and found that hope and ability, two mind’s eye
elements, immediately render critiques defenseless. Here, I recognize that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">potentialism</i> can be damaging if met
blindly. Even dangerous if approached with narcissism. However, those who consider living with arms
and eyes wide open will find the theory an enriching experience in practice. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Potentialism</i> is a way of seeing an exceptional concurrence
that each moment gifts to our universe. The mission is to heighten the awareness of the destiny of hope and
ability, in order to enable a perceiver to seize significance in transitory
time. Bareness is overcome by the concurrent
coupling of a widely available up-lifter which inspires what can be learned, if
not naturally endowed, upon the perceiver. This conclusion is not based on realism, liberalism, socialism,
constructivism, opportunism, positivism, individualism, pessimism, classism,
racism, fascism, protectionism or sheer optimism. My study is based on Gratitude-ism, and
Namaste-ism, and Luck-ism. In sum, your potential
mission is already aborted if you don’t see it. Conversely, if you do see potential, your mission only may fall short in
practice. Either way, your odds of fulfillment are better if you try. So, do!</span><br />
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</span></span><i><span lang="EN-US">Potentialism</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">believes
in the<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>concurrence<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>of hope and ability at each moment,
regardless of circumstance</span><span lang="EN-US">. </span></div>
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</b></span></span><i><span lang="EN-US">Potentialists</span></i><span lang="EN-US"><i> </i>are inspired to see hope
and ability regenerating existence, regardless of circumstance. </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-33695898769106847942012-05-18T14:33:00.002+02:002012-05-30T16:07:20.728+02:00Magnitude of MultitudeSilence is full of it – a magnitude of multitude. <br />
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Particles parting on tangents in any direction,<br />
their fractals colliding at some funky intersection.</div>
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No wonderin' if lost; sure to be wanderlust.</div>
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You’re bursting with it too; no one can figure you out.</div>
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I like it that way, to be kept on my toes.<br />
Surprise! Here comes the ho-hum prose,<br />
Taken high with rocks and rolls, dropped low<br />
with rhythms and blues, songs of our souls<br />
dust settles onto tired bones rocking in a chair. <br />
That's the truth; so better dare. Run where</div>
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fertile fields of fascination buds the allure of imagination. There,<br />
the wildflowers grow. Come<br />
to my garden to reap what I sow! A fruit-<br />
ful(l) lover clogged in the gutter. Left<br />
to explore perplex. Figures to simplify<br />
complex. Suns burn around black holes; haven<br />
in your eyes. Not as empty as they look; merely their disguise.<br />
Don't you see? There is no vacuity.<br />
Potentialists see hope lighting up our ability!</div>
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Find the youth of the mortal, meet the catcher in the rye.</div>
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Live words to a portal, see the wink of an eye.</div>
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I’m full of it, so are you –<br />
a magnitude of multitude. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-79798012589463124382012-05-18T14:15:00.002+02:002012-05-30T16:03:58.960+02:00Active Addiction<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I have an active addiction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">A prescription I mix myself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Try some? However you’d like.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">You can shoot, inhale, swallow, or dream it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">(There are a hundred more ways, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">just as long as you free wit)</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">To be high on junk is an out of body experience, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">to be low on junk is the mind’s inexperience.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">It will draw me to crowds and isolate me to caves,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I get so built-up. The absurdity saves!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Luckily, there’s abundance.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I neeeeed my fixx. I love the concoction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Overdose to the point of exhaustion. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I have noticed side-effects. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">I go astonishing places with company or on my own-some,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Always a friend there, not at all lonesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">The doctors say there isn’t a cure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">And I’m delighted they’re right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Does it suffice to say, I’ve got free my psyche?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">There’s too great a force to keep the lid tight.</span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;">Imagination</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"> is my preferred vice.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-80182158369789544542012-05-18T11:18:00.004+02:002012-05-18T12:11:58.410+02:00Circumstance<br />
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Under no circumstance, shall I be</div>
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too
smart to learn</div>
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too proud to admit</div>
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too greedy to
give</div>
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too guarded
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too blind to see</div>
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too dark to
shine</div>
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too pity
filled to overcome</div>
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too hurt to
try</div>
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too rigid to
smile</div>
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too lazy to
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Under no circumstance, who shall
be you? <br />
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Sweeping a tint of radiance over another’s tip-off, </div>
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recognizes they’ve somehow enhanced our own.<br />
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You’re beautiful.</div>
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From your twinkle eye to your sparkle core.</div>
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You forget how brilliant you are.</div>
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All those
spinning twisted thoughts drawing your skies grey.</div>
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Picking up your home pieces
and moving them farther from your sparkle. </div>
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When you're wondering why all the tangled chaos left you
with this? </div>
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Open your twinkle eye. <br />
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Whirlwinds circle hastily inwards, closer and tighter to their hollow. </div>
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They
can't handle spring, caught uneasy between searing and chilly pressures. </div>
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Lightning beats tornados with jolt-bolts, shocks to energize their sparkle core. </div>
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Thunder
whips and grumble-rumbles when tornados haven't listened. <br />
Still they bully out of control, unable to open their twinkle eye. </div>
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They twist most in May when once frozen buds are growing-up,
pushing up-right --</div>
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becoming stronger than the weight of the world.</div>
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Light your sparkle core with your twinkle eye; </div>
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no twisting tighter
towards the hollow.<br />
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You think you have nothing?</div>
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You have everything!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-79817027054809626072012-05-01T17:22:00.001+02:002012-11-04T12:30:43.610+01:00Crimson Ruby<div class="MsoNormal">
Yes, I’m here to see you. </div>
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No, I’m not a thief. </div>
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This is lust, drop some fear, pick up some trust.<br />
I didn’t come to take it. It’s yours. </div>
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Besides, I fall up. Better if you keep it. </div>
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Plus, I’ve already got one of those crimson rubies. </div>
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It’s cracked like anything else, except somehow not broken. </div>
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I’m fond of here. There are put-rights all around this harbour. </div>
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Perhaps I’ll get to mend my sail. </div>
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Could use some help though. </div>
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The seams are rough and raw. Needles, they poke; threads, they choke. </div>
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A fine work takes careful patching. We’ve got time. </div>
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Destined for our haven! Meanwhile, come closer. </div>
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I’m generous. I'll open my chest so you can see it. </div>
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Take my hand. Take even my breath. </div>
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Just don’t run off with my ruby. </div>
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Wait. </div>
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How did I end up with yours? I didn't mean for that. </div>
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Did I mistake your gem for mine? They’re the same shape and colour. </div>
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Maybe I am a crook. </div>
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Wait. </div>
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Where is mine? Did you steal it in avenge?</div>
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This is demeaning! </div>
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Since when did two wrongs make a right? </div>
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And now where has my sail gone? Do you have that too? </div>
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Is that what we get, a bunch of twisted unfamiliar knots in the ropes of our vessel? </div>
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Are we really left with less than with what we came? </div>
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I’ll be a ghost if I lock my chest. My shadow is anchor enough. </div>
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I followed the light of your home.</div>
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Or, was it the light of the moon?</div>
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Ah, the curse of the crimson ruby! </div>
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So that’s how the legend has it. </div>
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But we all carry one; there must be a great value. </div>
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We can't all be damned from the start. </div>
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I believe in all its treasure-- its power, its pleasure. </div>
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I’ve heard you can find blessings in disguise. </div>
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Besides, I know that you can’t possibly have mine. </div>
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You don't even mean to go near it.</div>
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You're just following your own. </div>
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How could you hold onto mine when you’re always falling up? </div>
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How would you break mine into pieces? It’s already cracked. </div>
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Let's put this right. </div>
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Why was it I came here? Oh yes, some light. </div>
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Its curse must be a dark misunderstanding. </div>
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Love is in disguise! </div>
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<b>Your ruby has an irresistible charm.</b> </div>
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I believe it’s in the way you polish it. </div>
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I love you with all of mine you know.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-1473655948418807282012-04-30T17:25:00.003+02:002012-05-18T14:36:36.190+02:00une rencontre incroyable<span lang="FR">Je vous remercie
tout simplement et de tout cœur<br />
votre présence, votre tendresse, votre résilience<br />
un souffle frais qui remplit l'âme d'espérance<br />
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Comment sais-je que c'était juste incroyable?</span><br />
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Je suis toujours souriante!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-38967068674251615012012-04-30T12:54:00.000+02:002012-11-06T09:48:51.012+01:00source d'énergie<span lang="FR">Qui disait qu'aucune source d’énergie n’existe en quantité inépuisable ne disait pas « merci » </span><br />
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<span lang="FR">Qui disait qu'aucune source d’énergie n’existe en qualité infinie ne parlait pas d’amour. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-43193008527929221362012-04-26T13:42:00.000+02:002012-04-26T13:54:02.244+02:00Backwards is Forwards<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;">
<i><span class="textexposedshow">philosophy: love of wisdom</span></i></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow">Passionately insightful.</span></div>
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<i><span class="textexposedshow">yhposolihp: wisdom of love</span></i></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow">Insightfully passionate.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61822618728293583.post-20002061359442801652012-04-25T16:57:00.001+02:002012-04-26T13:34:23.745+02:00Catch-22There you are. Just-in-time!<br />
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--Time, for what?</div>
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For here. Now, what’s the forecast?</div>
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--Ah, hazy.</div>
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How will you cope?</div>
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--Not sure. </div>
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No, the answer is Yes.<br />
--Hey, that's not square.<br />
Who said anything about fair? Truth or dare...</div>
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--Why me?<br />
Why not? Ready...Get set...G-<br />
--O! To fly, or not to fly? That is the question.<br />
No, <i>that</i> is the fact. This is your circumstance; face-it.</div>
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--Attention crew and passengers, this is your captain speaking. Hold on to your seat!</div>
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Right, you’ve got it.</div>
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--This is absurd.</div>
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Wrong, this is resilience.</div>
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--Like a rock? </div>
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Like a rubber band.</div>
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--If I stretch too far?</div>
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Snap back. Keep on your toes. Now jump!</div>
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--Like jumping rope?</div>
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No, keep your feet on the ground. </div>
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--You told me I had to fly.</div>
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You do. Now fly, like you mean it!<br />
--This is ridiculous.<br />
Indeed! That's it.<br />
--Thank you.<br />
On standby...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776775334604484740noreply@blogger.com