Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.
ABERJHANIWhen a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge
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Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely — whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else–it presents us with the gift of ourselves.
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Stars ink your fingers with a lexicon of flame blazing rare knowledge.
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Movies can provide tear-inducing or comically-entertaining representations of love, but many agree that its deeper conflicting complexities often seem unfathomable.
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Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
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Peace is not so much a political mandate as it is a shared state of consciousness that remains elevated and intact only to the degree that those who value it volunteer their existence
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The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
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Some have speculated that the way [Albert] Camus died made his theories on absurdity a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice– sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
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And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. –from The Light, That Never Dies
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Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence
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You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.
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Life’s beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.
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I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.
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And the relentless suffocation of that singular breath which makes human beings individuals.
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