Activities of Chris Wiggins

If happiness were so way to acquire, we would all be standing round mopping floors

I sit with nature, among the quiet and the calm.
Where a cool tranquil breeze runs across my brow. And the sky above a majestic blue, I wonder how: this could not be heaven.

How more divine must heaven be? Compared with blossoming flowers on a magnolia tree.
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The ingredients in our bodies were assembled in the hearts of long dead stars over billions of years and have assembled themselves spontaneously into temporary structures which are able to think and feel and explore. And at some point those stuctures will decay, and some time in the distant future there will be left nothing at all.
Whatever the problem, however painful, however tough, perception is the key.
Perception is the ability to obtain the power to unlock mental and spiritual freedom which is held within us all. The mind works in accordance to what the mind believes. Your thoughts are constrained only by your imagination. Whether you think you can, or you think you can't - you're right!
The world is as beautiful as you wish it to be.
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You fall, as silent as snow, into a hole
of unwanted thoughts and panic.
To slow a fast beating heart while still
In fight, is as impossible as it is to pull
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Our differences could spread the length and breadth of two continent's.
Where as, our similarities could fit through the eye of a needle and still have room to spare.
I sit across from him in the office.
Oh, how i detest and loath that man.
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Poetry is about finding beauty in unlit places.
We can all agree the ocean is magnificent,
But what of the barnacles hidden beneath the pier,
where crustaceans lay year after year.
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Poetry is about finding beauty in unlit places.
We can all agree the ocean is magnificent,
But what of the barnacles hidden beneath the pier,
where crustaceans lay year after year.
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She resides in beauty, so delicate,
So perfect nature dare not conspire.
God himself an admirer of his work,
Heavens soft clouds desire.
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You fall, as silent as snow, into a hole
of unwanted thoughts and panic.
To slow a fast beating heart while still
In fight, is as impossible as it is to pull
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Dedication is the wind that sails the boat towards a land called victory Chris Wiggins