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And a youth said, 'Speak to us of Friendship.'
Your friend is your needs answered.
Love is all embracing,
Pure and sublime
Which flows and keeps flowing
Like a never ending stream;
Red, orange, yellow
green, blue, indigo- violet
It is time to say good bye,
amidst small gathering and cry,
Soul to depart from body and fly,
No one knows where and why?
All actors look for them-the defining moments
When what a character does is what he is.
The script may say, He goes to the door
And exits or She goes out the door stage left.
And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken."
"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately shining forth like a king, for the delight of voluptuous people...
"By far, the vault of heaven is overly impregnated with massive clouds, that are similar to the gleam of blackish petals of black-costuses... somewhere they are similar to the glitter of the heaps of well-kneaded blackish mascara... and elsewhere they glisten like the blackened nipples of bosoms of pregnant women, ready to rain the elixir of life on the lips of her offspring, when that offspring is actualised...
'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,
And they were butterflies to wheel about
To Ernest Brace
"And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was
about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto
Simon makes it all come together, perfectly,
placing antiques 'n curio's on dusted black shelves,
window-sil ledges with geometric widgets,
navigating his world, by touch, and by texture.
I lived not up to expectations
Thus raised distrust and many questions,
Had promised to keep words,
In the name of God and also Lords,
In long breaths expectations lead me to die
I want to take loan some times to omit sigh
Your love is one color in the coat of colorful life
The wings of heron flying on the village of blue sky
The Pastor's Wife
A Tribute to an Outstanding Woman
She serves in a lofty position not sought by her in life;
Who can perceive self
in front of a mirror
exploring your anima?
Though hatred rages against this noble heart
With its deadly griping piercing claws
Yet will I stand to face the green-eyed beast
Standing against such infinite odds
Life may not stop for a while
If you walk with me for an extra mile
Sweet talk with fragrance and smile
Unique and gorgeous with different style
The girl in the room beneath
Before going to bed
Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide
I'm sorry I'm autistic,
That I don't fit your expectations,
The shimmering eyes hold no light, the brightest smile holds only lies. The once innocent child now burdened by darkness no longer holds the hope for the future she dreams. The downing of her life chains her to the expectations that she is all too perfect to the world when inside she hides who she is and cries from the pain of pretending for the world so cruel.
Most individuals, as I have noticed, in pleasure and strife
Are always expected too much from life
They try to fly set free
But collapse because the society disagrees
In the journey of effort admonished,
Struggle, hardship, enmity & conflict;
Time ferry through pain flipped,
We deal with the situation tipped,
No one can be completely successful
No one can be completely failure
Success and failure are tied together
"Those expectations set in stone.
Leave them alone."
A knife that cuts the owner and everyone close
Expectations are deadly samurai blades
Waiting to pounce
On the ladder of wickedness
Ego is the number one source of wickedness
Selfishness comes at position two
Expectations is tied at position two with selfishness
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