We are but shadows: We are, not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream,--till the heart be touched. That touch creates us--then we begin to be-- thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity. The very meaning of life is to find your gift, the purpose of life is to give it away if you can never find the meaning or the purpose you are but a shadow and until you spread your wings, you'll have no idea how far you can fly. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the pure substance of those precious moments that take our breath away--it makes you wonder is all what I am reaching for what I want? The Moments are precious like silk, wisps of happiness that can be remembered and not forgotten, Like the soft kiss of an angel, the warm touch of happiness in those single breathless moments are what counts in the purpose of life. Variety's of these pure moments are the source of joy below, From whence still fresh revolving pleasures flow, In books and love the mind one end pursues, and only change the expiring flames renews;
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Spoken Word and Songs (2013-2018)
PoetryA collection of songs and poems I have written over time, they have my collection of things I have written from 2013 to 2018, The newer things are within the second poetry book; Spoken word 2019 I will be making a new one once the new year rolls ov...
