All Quotes By Tag: Poem
“Received much knowledge throughout the yearSermons are absorbed pulpit to earSituations test your walkTribulations make you talkApply wisdom to all you hold dear- A portion of ‘Applications”
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“Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth…”
“Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a kind of carpenter from some square-type place like Galilee and he starts wailing and claiming he is hep to who made heaven and earth and that the cat who really laid it on us is his Dad”
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“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.”
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“Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.”
“Don’t be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.”
“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 inthe moon and breathed out the world.”
“Love is wind for the soul”
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“There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.”
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“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.”
“I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto the apparitions of the sky,They purpose nothing but their ease and dieUrgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;”
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