“Turn words and thoughts into finished works. Chase greatness, not the temporary fix. Believe in your glory, always. Some days will be great, some days amiss.”

White balloons floating away. Expel the energy wasters, they just prey. Move from the clutter, the haze. Clear pearlescent white from the grey.

A warrior that never stops. A fire in mind, forever fighting. No surrender during war or peace. Only in death the sweet release, finally subsiding.

When all has failed and you have given up, And not a glint left in your eye. Pick yourself up and start again, Say to yourself: “life is short and one day I’m going to die”

Numbers on a screen for merit, A falsehood of an ideal you. Roll the dice and pay your price. A great pride in your work you must pursue.

They all walk by on the grey path. Different stories on the move. Their eyes reveal it all, who’s lights diminished? Who has something left to prove?

Will you tell yourself it’s not true, when those around you all doubt? Will you believe in the power? Cast your net, pay your debt and to yourself be devout.

Will you preach to your former self? Leave your old habits on the shelf? shed the skin of days gone by. A human butterfly.

I started chasing excellence, And they started chasing me. You’re trying to impress the unworthy. I’m on the path, no hesitation. I have all the belief.

Will you seize the day or waste it away? The finitude of time always on the mind. Will you see your future glory, or will you still remain blind?

Endure and overcome. Pay no heed to what others have done. Unless they have achieved unspeakable things. Unless they have vision, see the way you see. Rather die on your sword a hero, than die on your knees.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

Who will you bring into battle? Who will blindly follow your lead? No questions asked, no hesitation. Have your back regardless, all doubts paid no heed.

Go forth and attack, don’t hesitate and wait. For its always yours to win. Take what you want out of life. Is a life truly lived, if a life is without sin?

You have everything you need, For pastures new, greater things. Thoughts to grow, new bonds to seed. Be not what they want, be what sets you free.

The war on yourself, Never in total comfort or surrender. Chase your dreams daily. Margin for failure, success, A turning point so slender.

I believe that it is as much a right and duty for women to do something with their lives as for men and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

My father believes that Western religions are death cults, which I agree with.

He gave me a look at myself I’ve never had before. He saw something in me nobody else ever did. He made me see it too. He made me believe it.

It is commonly believed that anyone who tabulates numbers is a statistician. This is like believing that anyone who owns a scalpel is a surgeon.

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.

Facts are true whether or not you believe them.

I was raised to believe that religion is a beautiful thing, but it’s fiction.