WWJD III
Title hijacked from @RichWithey. A library... Ancient books gilded in gold Holding truths and many stories untold Conspiracies galore... And yet the questions are ignored They fall on deaf ears...
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Title hijacked from @RichWithey. A library... Ancient books gilded in gold Holding truths and many stories untold Conspiracies galore... And yet the questions are ignored They fall on deaf ears...
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
It quickens and it slows, In opposite directions, It teases and it taunts, And it plays with my affections.
Tranquil serenity, most peaceful by far,. The flickering shadow beneath the stars,. Such a brilliant sadness, wonderful, true,. Liquid beauty, eternal, ever so blue,. Lit by fires that rest in flies,.
Is forgiveness given or taken. Will past hurts sleep or awaken. Can you relent, so others find solace. Can you offer it fully or an empty promise.
I stand at the edge of the world. The abyss looks soothing in its darkness and unimaginable depth.
If you've never lived, you cannot die. No hello then there's no need for goodbye. If you hold nothing tight, it's no task to let go, And if you have none, then your feelings will never show.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Life to life and lust to lust, Soul to soul and earth to earth, From death to death and birth to birth.
Review of 41 lessons Review by Terry Telford Richard Butler is a man who is travelling through life literally and figuratively.
Starting at this pebbled path. Many stones with options. Must be walked over. Left and right the branches sway. Giving glimpses of love ones. Who try to come.
The sugary sands pile up on the ocean floor, soak in the glittering salt and violent waves.
United in our travels, A fog of light and ink, That drifts across the face of earth, With no ship left to sink, A legion and a nation, Of single souls and minds, Rogue wanderers of all creation, And...
There are changes being carried on the wind. The endings end and beginnings begin. Moments have been enjoyed and shared. Moments have been traumatic or scared.
Why am I lost. Can I be found. For what reasons am I lost. Will I be found. I'm sick of being lost I long to be found What did I do To deserve To be lost.
Hundreds of thousands of years go by and slowly change takes place. Evolution gradually happens in creatures and landscapes through time and space.
Explain love. How can you. A rush of emotion, an eternal bond, a pulse of pureness, a dream come true. Everyone will tell you different. So what is love really.
If you could shake the happy tree And dance beneath its open glee, Would the World change. If you could shake the happy tree And hear its leaves and wind agree, Would the World change.
Is it love that we crave. longing for the warmth depth and tenderness of it's sweet caress. Or is it lust that drives us. getting lost in the hotness of it's passion as we fall from morals grace.
Many, many years ago Battle raging far at sea The Admiral took a fatal blow Which rocked him to his knees As he was dying, A nation crying, He beckoned to the mate "Kismet Hardy, Do you believe in...
Stop, good and bad, Stop, dark and light, Stop, opposites. Stop this fight. See the beauty, See the meaning, The colours bright, Their beauty gleaming.
The surface is still, quiet, silent. The reflections are sharp and crisp. There is calm. The world is settled. IMPACT. The epicentre sends energy away from it.
"Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse.
If I could have more I would, If I could save it I would, If I could stop it I would, If I could fast forward it I would, If I could rewind it I would not.
Some people say everything is possible. Well obviously they never knew that THESE are truely impossible. Teaching a person with no sight how to see.