It takes but a spark to kindle the woodland of a creative mind into a blaze, a great forest fire. But not one which destroys the trees. Each rises again to stand Phoenix-like until the next spark of inspiration.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Friday, May 27, 2011
Her
Across the room she speaks to me with her eyes
Her scent kisses the deepest part of my soul
She is the air I breathe, and a little part of me dies
When the sun sets in her eyes
And the little dove flies
And I have nothing to hold
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Her scent kisses the deepest part of my soul
She is the air I breathe, and a little part of me dies
When the sun sets in her eyes
And the little dove flies
And I have nothing to hold
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Ants
Think about it. Millions of ants can work together to achieve a single purpose, and it's all two humans can do to do the same. Why? It may have something to do with the ant's self-image, or lack thereof. Soldier ants of South America have been known to ford rivers! Some of the ants, though, must give the ultimate sacrifice, their lives, so the group may find food. It is this lack of selfishness and alertness to the collective that helps ants to survive in a world of creatures much greater in size than themselves. In humans - the dominant species of that world - we see stuggles not only between countries, but between countrymen, and no less, between persons of the same heritage, of the same locality, and, at times, inside the family circle. Imagine how much different man's technological achievements might be if he were more ant-like. I'm not suggesting that we all become drones with one brain, but let's strive to have understanding, so that, as Solomon said, it can cool our anger. If we do thus and exude love and, as the ants, put the congregation - local and worldwide - and our brothers before ourselves on our priority list, we will have a little taste of what the coming new world will be like, and we will reap inner peace until that time.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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I whisper softly through the night of love, life, tears and fears. Whether they're what is noble and right, their morality is untold by years. For I sing an ancient song in a strong, young voice. Whether it beckons free or balks wrong, the fire goes from head to hand without a choice, exuding light and flame with both zeal and shame. Everyday I reach and touch our collective humanity and return to find I've lost my taste for sanity. My eyes grow stubborn and my pen grows rough. I've said a little piece; that ought to be enough.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Obsession
If you were wine, I'd be drunk all the time. If you were the sea, I'd surely drown.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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Life
To look is one thing.
To see what you look at is another.
To understand what you see is a third.
To learn from what you understand is still something else.
To act on what you learn is all that matters.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
To see what you look at is another.
To understand what you see is a third.
To learn from what you understand is still something else.
To act on what you learn is all that matters.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998
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