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the gods play no favorites.

the gods seldom give but so quickly take.

I think i should get love inked on my skin. Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

Natural Beauty This is the nation of peas with oceans, rivers, ponds and seas The beautiful vegetable farms people helping arms in arms hand in hands the beach with water and sand the bright sun children playing and running the bright, colourful rainbow, birds sing sweet trees green the beautiful thing you have ever seen!

Don't be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Love is wind for the soul

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed in the moon and breathed out the world.

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.

Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains that only one truth...

THREE BASIC TRUTHS Three things have a limited threshold: Time, pain, and death. While truth, love, and knowledge – Are boundless. Three things are needed For humanity to co-exist: Truth, peace and basic needs. Everything else - Is irrelevant.

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

MOM Wholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side.

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.

Beloved' His eyes contain the history of the world Of all its inhabitants who come and go He yields his wisdom freely for all So human hearts may follow his well-worn tracks Peace and grace surround him As Nature shields him in her protective embrace She moves through him speaking softly Enchanting tales of her wilderness Quietly as a leaf finds the forest floor She brushes his cheek with faintest touch Reminding him she is his true home Guarding his footsteps over all terrain She brings him comfort when darkness falls Through flickering flames and dancing moonlight And when he closes his eyes to sleep She guides his dreams to his soul’s remembrance Of life as one with the Nature he loves

you don't lose a person like a set of keys because you don't find them again and you can still get to where you're going.