Shells on the Sea Shore

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Btw, thanks for all these

Im going to create a collection of quotes etc

[Reyna ♔]

Looks like Maya Angelou is the expert

I need to go read her work

I love that quote she made about people who they are...."when a person shows who they are, believe them the first time round" (paraphrasing). Oprah always uses

This is something I need to learn

Im very impatient

Yes

Something I've learned... anger is good for u

It always get me back on track/my own path

Cheeky

*Insert Janet "I'm Gone" gif*

Btw, thanks for all these

Im going to create a collection of quotes etc

Maya has always been quite the inspiration. Never afraid to tell it like it is, while saying it in the most eloquent way. You really should read into her work. You won't regret it. You have my word of honor on that.

We all can be, lol

Absolutely. I have to work on releasing anger myself. I have a very bad habit of internalizing.

No problem at all. Excellent idea

[Reyna ♔]

Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason mastery demands all of a person.

Albert Einstein

[Reyna ♔]

THE ELUSIVE SHADOW

Even though I traveled far

The door to my soul stayed ajar

In the agony of mortal fear

Your music I did not hear

Thru twisting roads in memory lane

I bore my cross in pain

It was a journey of madness

Of anguish born in sadness

I wandered high and low

Recoiled from every blow

Looking for that stolen nectar

In my heart that long-lost scepter

In all those haunted faces

I searched for my oasis

In a way it was in a drunken craze

A cruel hysteria, a blurry haze

Many a time I tried to break

This shadow following me I could not shake

Many a time in the noisy crowd

In the hustle and bustle of the din so loud

I peered behind to see it in any place

It was only when I broke all ties

After the stillness of the shrieking cries

In the depths of those heaving sighs

The imagined sorrow of a thousand lies

I suddenly stared in your fiery eyes

All at once I found my goal

The elusive shadow was my soul.

-Michael Jackson

[Reyna ♔]

Mark of the Ancients

He had lived in the desert all his life, but for me it was all new. "See that footprint in the sand?" he asked, pointing to a spot by the cliff. I looked as close as I could. "No, I don't see anything."

"That's just the point." He laughed. "Where you can't see a print, that's where the Ancient Ones walked."

We went on a little farther, and he pointed to an opening, high up on the sandstone wall. "See that house up there?" he asked. I squinted hard. "There's nothing to see."

"You're a good student." He smiled. "Where there's no roof or chimney, that's where the Ancient Ones are most likely to have lived."

We rounded a bend, and before us was spread a fabulous sight — thousands upon thousands of desert flowers in bloom. "Can you see any missing?" he asked me. I shook my head. "It's just wave after wave of loveliness."

"Yes," he said in a low voice. "Where nothing is missing, that's where the Ancient Ones harvested the most."

I thought about all this, about how generations had once lived in harmony with the earth, leaving no marks to scar the places they inhabited. At camp that night I said, "You left out one thing."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Where are the Ancient Ones buried?"

Without reply, he poked his stick into the fire. A bright flame shot up, licked the air, and disappeared. My teacher gave me a glance to ask if I understood this lesson. I sat very still, and my silence told him I did.

-Michael Jackson

[Reyna ♔]

A Moonlit Night

"There is a way from your heart to mine

and my heart knows it,

because it is clean and pure like water.

When the water is still like a mirror,

it can behold the moon."

[Reyna ♔]

The Last Tear

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "These are the last tears I'll ever cry for you." So you left.

I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration.

I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness.

I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair.

How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and bent over for a kiss.

"Why have you come?" I whispered.

"To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me."

-Michael Jackson

[Reyna ♔]

"Open Minds Discover Truths and Treasures That Closed Minds Mark As Impossible and Unrealistic"

"Dreams and Nightmares Are Always Visions Of Hidden Truths and True Destinies"

[Reyna ♔]

“Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion, when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing— until there is only. . .the dance.”

-Michael Jackson

[Reyna ♔]

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

Mohandas Gandhi

When restraint and courtesy are added to strength, the latter becomes irresistible.

Mohandas Gandhi

It is my own firm belief that the strength of the soul grows in proportion as you subdue the flesh.

Mohandas Gandhi

[Reyna ♔]

Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.

Oscar Wilde

The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will.

Vince Lombardi

[Reyna ♔]

one thing i dont need

is any more apologies

i got sorry greetin me at my front door

you can keep yrs

i dont know what to do wit em

they dont open doors

or bring the sun back

they dont make me happy

or get a mornin paper

didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars

i loved you on purpose

i was open on purpose

i still crave vulnerability & close talk

& im not even sorry bout you bein sorry

you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna

just dont give it to me

i cant use another sorry

next time

you should admit

youre mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out

steada bein sorry alla the time

enjoy bein yrself

[Reyna ♔]

I found God in myself

And I loved her

I loved her fiercely

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Maya has always been quite the inspiration. Never afraid to tell it like it is, while saying it in the most eloquent way. You really should read into her work. You won't regret it. You have my word of honor on that.

We all can be, lol

Absolutely. I have to work on releasing anger myself. I have a very bad habit of internalizing.

No problem at all. Excellent idea

Yep, Maya is so eloquent

Loves it

I've always been very confrontational, hot blooded, angry... if someone pisses me of.. u better watch out

But for some reason, over the past yr, I changed, and made myself sick... I started internalising everything. I just shut down. I think I was done with fighting... sick of fighting and having battles. A person can only fight for so long .

Maybe that was my lesson to learn... that there was nothing wrong with me... I had a lot of self doubt creeping in

[Reyna ♔]

Yep, Maya is so eloquent

Loves it

I've always been very confrontational, hot blooded, angry... if someone pisses me of.. u better watch out

But for some reason, over the past yr, I changed, and made myself sick... I started internalising everything. I just shut down. I think I was done with fighting... sick of fighting and having battles. A person can only fight for so long .

Maybe that was my lesson to learn... that there was nothing wrong with me... I had a lot of self doubt creeping in

Definitely

That's pretty believable lol

There's a time to fight and a time to settle within. As you get older and gain wisdom, you learn the difference between the two.

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Definitely

That's pretty believable lol

There's a time to fight and a time to settle within. As you get older and gain wisdom, you learn the difference between the two.

Yep

my body actually shut down

I couldnt control it

it was like... I was done... And I tried to fight it.. but the more I did, the more hurt/pain I caused... The moment I gave in and *surrendered*, is the moment i felt better

Ive gone thru a death

[Reyna ♔]

Yep

my body actually shut down

I couldnt control it

it was like... I was done... And I tried to fight it.. but the more I did, the more hurt/pain I caused... The moment I gave in and *surrendered*, is the moment i felt better

Ive gone thru a death

Losing someone you love is among the hardest things anyone could ever bear. Trust me. I feel that pain indefinitely with you. But you learn in time to celebrate the little memories they left with you, and they become what you know most. The hugs, the kisses, the wisdom, the times they were just there. The journey is never easy, and it is one that lasts a lifetime, but it is one you will always be thankful that you had the courage to endure.

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Losing someone you love is among the hardest things anyone could ever bear. Trust me. I feel that pain indefinitely with you. But you learn in time to celebrate the little memories they left with you, and they become what you know most. The hugs, the kisses, the wisdom, the times they were just there. The journey is never easy, and it is one that lasts a lifetime, but it is one you will always be thankful that you had the courage to endure.

except i didnt really lose someone i love

i think ive gone thru a death of my former self

[Kim]

You always cry when you hear it, too?? :tear: :tear:

Yes. And all because of a fuckin tree.

[Reyna ♔]

Send in the clowns- the high dollar clowns, send in the multi-million dollar banking clowns.

We don't deal well with reality, so we'll gladly pay for high-priced shiny distractions.

Beautiful clowns with their cosmetic faces, angelic voices, and heavenly bodies plastered on the silver screen, crammed into our iPods, or cast upon the stages where we pay to watch them dance for us.

Athletic clowns with Adonis bodies that bound across a court or field, worshipped by the young and old alike while paid a king's ransom to play a child's game.

Ooh, how we feel like kings and queens, when we grovel at the feet of our godly jesters- who live more luxurious lives than the soldiers, the teachers, the butchers, the bakers, and building makers.

Is reality so horrific that it's come to this? That the false idols of today, those models of success our children hold in such high esteem are none other than those paid handsomely to distract them from that which is real? Those who set the curve of the beauty standard with lives under knives, and Photoshop touchups on their magazine covers? Is reality so horrendous that we send in the clowns every day just to pull us away and pretend that it isn't real? Just to buy us some time between birth and death when we don't have to think about that problematic world that exists beyond the stages, and arenas inside our simple-headed minds?

I'm just as guilty, my friends. I too send in the clowns, but they keep me sane- they're easy on the eyes and soft on the brain. So I'm left here hoping every day the wealthy world-owners in some small way have the best interest of the people in mind. But do we peasants deserve that when we keep ourselves blind? This self-subterfuge where we take the blue pill, close our eyes, and wish the world away is not an action that merits sympathy from those in control. It's just so damn hard for weak to wrestle power from the strong and so much easier to send in the clowns. But listen, friends, with all your might- something being easy doesn't make it right.

-"Grappling Ignorance" on Youtube

[Reyna ♔]

I am a skeptic

Do you know what one is?

Don't worry; I'll just tell you

This isn't a quiz.

A skeptic is someone

Who won't just believe;

One who wants to make sure

Nothing's hidden up your sleeve.

A skeptic insists there be

Reason and facts

That support someone's premise

Before they'll relax.

A skeptic doesn't say, "No,

I refuse to believe!"

Instead they say, "Convince me,

with evidence, please!"

This is why a skeptic

Could never be in the church

Because their insistence on faith

Leaves one in the lurch.

It tells you to settle

For insufficient data

And you won't get the answers

Until much, much, much later;

You know...like when you die

And go to paradise.

(Which I don't think exists,

But hey, it might be nice!)

Anything that might tell us

Whether god really exists

Is hidden by faith

Clouded in its mists.

No skeptic could ever

Agree there's a god

So long as the evidence

Is shrouded in fog.

But if you can show one

Something tangible and certain

Instead of playing faith games

Doing your best at divertin'

Our attention from reason,

Evidence, and logic

With insistence of existence

Bordering on demagogic,

You'll have the skeptic

In the palm of your hand

Because you've brought authenticity

To your theistic brand.

With regard to religion

What makes me most suspicious

Is how faith is espoused

By the most credulous and vicious.

As a skeptic, I can't see

How faith is a virtue

Belief without evidence

Makes me pooh-pooh

The premise under question

And with legitimate grounds

Belief-without-proof just goes

Straight out of bounds!

So when you've got facts to show

To prove there's a god

Come get me, and show me

With no clouding facade.

And I'll be here waiting

Until you can make that link,

Not running on automatic

So, instead, I can think.

-"Bionic Dance" on Youtube

[Reyna ♔]

If I'm that woman who, at the end of the day, some people can't stand her yet have no reason not to. If I'm that woman that men feel they need to step up to impress. If I'm that woman that other women may curse in public, yet in private see as a goal. I know I'm doing something right.

[Reyna ♔]

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

-Maya Angelou

[Reyna ♔]

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

-Maya Angelou

[Reyna ♔]

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-William Shakespeare