All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Shall that be shut to man, which to the beast Is open? or will God incense his ire For such a petty trespass? and not praise Rather your dauntless virtue, whom the pain Of death denounced, whatever thing death be, Deterred not from achieving what might lead To happier life, knowledge of good and evil; Of good, how just? of evil, if what is evil Be real, why not known, since easier shunned? God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just; Not just, not God: not feared then, nor obeyed: Your fear itself of death removes the fear. Why then was this forbid? Why, but to awe; Why, but to keep ye low and ignorant, His worshippers? He knows that in the day Ye eat thereof, your eyes, that seem so clear, Yet are but dim, shall perfectly be then Opened and cleared, and ye shall be as gods, Knowing both good and evil, as they know.”

“This year has taught me the simple craft of belief. I believe in the things I’ve nurtured and built this year. Slowly but carefully. Such as understanding, knowledge, passion, strength; the hundreds of songs I’ve written, the 365 poems, the books I’ve read and the miles I’ve run. The resolution to breathe, to meditate, to not harm my mind or body even when I’ve felt like it. ”

“Upon This Age, That Never Speaks Its MindUpon this age, that never speaks its mind,This furtive age, this age endowed with powerTo wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oarInto the rowlocks of the wind, and findWhat swims before his prow, what swirls behind—Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,Rains from the sky a meteoric showerOf facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.Wisdom enough to leech us of our illIs daily spun; but there exists no loomTo weave it into fabric; undefiledProceeds pure Science, and has her say; but stillUpon this world from the collective wombIs spewed all day the red triumphant child.”

“You are not white,but a rainbow of colors.You are not black,but golden.You are not just a nationality,but a citizen of the world.You are not just for the right or left,but for what is right over the wrong.You are not just rich or poor,but always wealthy in the mind and heart.You are not perfect, but flawed.You are flawed, but you are just.You may just be conscious human,but you are also a magnificentreflection of God.”

“What if the poem loses?What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with?”

“Бе истина, а лъжа е.Бе щастие, а сега се учим от плача си.Бе смисъл, а безумие цари.Бе приказка, бе магия,а сега – ЖИВОТ Е.”

“WONDERLANDIt is a person’s unquenchable thirst for wonderThat sets them on their initial quest for truth.The more doors you open, the smaller you become.The more places you see and the more people you meet,The greater your curiosity grows.The greater your curiosity, the more you will wander.The more you wander, the greater the wonder.The more you quench your thirst for wonder,The more you drink from the cup of life.The more you see and experience, the closer to truth you become.The more languages you learn, the more truths you can unravel.And the more countries you travel, the greater your understanding.And the greater your understanding, the less you see differences.And the more knowledge you gain, the wider your perspective,And the wider your perspective, the lesser your ignorance.Hence, the more wisdom you gain, the smaller you feel.And the smaller you feel, the greater you become.The more you see, the more you love –The more you love, the less walls you see.The more doors you are willing to open,The less close-minded you will be.The more open-minded you are,The more open your heart.And the more open your heart,The more you will be able to Send and receive –Truth and TRUEUnconditionalLOVE.”

“If You Forget Meif you forsake meI shall forget you toodon’t take me for the lone redbud that lay barebehind your windowin the gardenwith branches naked,robbed of lifein the dead of winterwaiting once againto embrace springwhich has forsaken it before.”

“Oh dear heart,save yourself. will you not sing yourself to sleephumming wishes you thoughtyou wouldn’t make.will you not step into territoryyou know you should avoid.will you not believe words over actionsbecause you want to trust in pretty little lies.”

“Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.”

“Love is the seeking of a way of life. A way that cannot be sought alone. Poetry is the residence of all spiritual and physical things. Love is the transmitting of the acceptances of the things we find whilst we seek. Poetry is the blending of both love and art. Love is the giving of life, it is not charity, which is the giving of things. Poetry is the giving of self, it is the taking and giving of beauty. When combined, love and poetry colludes to turn on the light of our inner folds, done so with the appointed awareness of being in the presence of Source.”

“(Poetry) helped me to find a silver lining in even the darkest emotions, experiences, observations and topics; find positivity even in the face of extreme negativity; find strength when I was being forced to feel weak; and find hope that my tomorrows would be brighter.”

“Beauty can be born out of not only love, but also pain and other motivations.”

“I wanted to feel my life while I was living it. I did not want to get to the end of my life not loving what I was meant to love.”

“Find the beautiful;The perfect;The wonderful in life,And then remind yourself that you are part of it;Therein, you are ALL of these things and more.”