Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
ABERJHANIValentines Day itself, like most holidays in the modern era, has been heavily influenced by commercialism that focuses on the appeal of romantic fantasies.
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What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
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In short, the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indicate finality at all but rather signify a metaphysical and metaphorical leap forward.
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Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
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Literary genres and techniques tend to take form in one’s mind somewhat the way computer templates provide form for different computer tasks.
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Emancipation Proclamation represents both phenomenal political symbolism and a victory of faith in democracy that should not be lost on any American.
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A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
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Others would say it was the triumphant meaningful way he lived that allowed him to rise heroically above absurdity.
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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
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Journey through the Power of the Rainbow represents a condensed compendium of literary efforts from a life dedicated to transforming the themes of injustice, grief, and despair
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Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.
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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.
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An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety
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Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love’s liquid sigh.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.
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