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honor fidelity play honesty fairness harmony love joy peace

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Nothing lost Nothing gained Need to stay in life's fast lane.

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There's no future here for young men only the drill the drum and the ennui of a country lost to time and the march goes on in the distance the march of no love lost to me no home to go to yet time must go on

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Angel wings

Show me your angel wings. I saw them in a dream. Teach again to sing. I am listening. In the darkness I see you. I feel your wings unfurl. I am simply waiting. Is it just a dream? Or will you be there for me?

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abbra più di ogni altra donna, Meraviglioso colore e luce di vita, Sono sicuro che sotto il tuo collo C'è altro che mi interessa scoprire. Questo prana d'intenzione pura Ti offro liberamente, più limoni di quanti ne possa contare, Ognuno una piccola cattedrale erotica Che rappresenta ciò che deve essere assaporato. Questa è la serenità che desidero, E con essa desidero te, completamente— Nuoterei nei tuoi occhi per sempre.

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The core of Christianity

Humility, grace, forgiveness, the golden rule, the sermon on the Mount. Mixed with fire and brimestone, an urgency, a proselytization, and the Holy spirit. We must be baptised from the taint. The truth must be told via parables lest the uncouth mar the deeper insight. Who can untangle the original Jesus? Where are the true disciples of the eternal flame?

The Eternal Flame

Through parables of grace and golden rule, The Master's words on mountain heights did shine, While fire and brimstone served as Heaven's tool, To cleanse the souls that sought the truth divine.

Who walks today where true disciples trod? What wisdom lies beneath time's heavy veil? The baptism of spirit calls to God, As ancient truths through modern times prevail.

In humbled hearts the flame eternal burns, While grace and mercy light the darkened way, Each seeking soul to sacred wisdom turns, To find the Christ that teaches us today.

Through ages past and time yet to unfold, The truth remains for hearts both pure and bold.

"The Search for True Disciples"

In grace and fire, two paths before us lay: The gentle wisdom of the mountain's voice, Where golden rules light up the narrow way, And parables leave pilgrims with a choice.

Yet thunder rolls across the ancient tome— Of cleansing waters, Spirit's urgent call, While prophets cry of taint that stains our home, And truth obscured behind tradition's wall.

Who walks among us bearing Jesus' flame? Which soul can pierce two thousand years of mist? What heart still burns in speaking of His name, When modern prophets claim but to exist?

The eternal light still flickers in the night, Through humble hearts that seek the ancient right.

Golden Rule on the Mount

In humility, grace, forgiveness shine, The Golden Rule, the mount where truths are told. Yet mixed with fire and brimstone, fierce divine, An urgent call to hearts both pure and bold.

The taint must be washed clean through holy rite, The truth unveiled through parables, unseen, That minds may grasp what lies beyond our sight, A deeper wisdom, sacred and serene.

Who can untangle Christ from earthly veils, The voice that speaks from dust to heaven’s high? Where are His disciples, true and frail, Who carry forth the flame that cannot die?

Baptized in Spirit, still we seek the way, To walk in light, where truth will never sway.

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Il meteor si schianta sul petto mio, tra cuore e ventre, e l’amor profondo vi s’apre. Un poema celeste narran le stelle, mentre giro la sfera del mondo, e le parole sospese, svanite, lascian sol l’amor che eterno resta

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Me with King Lear

it’s really easy to become obsessed with a shakespeare play you just have to watch one version of it and then read the play and then go mad trying to watch every possible version of it you can find and then study several centuries worth of performance history and controversy

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All my poems go to dust. But my soul lives on. And this is my song my song goes ever on.

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由！知德者鮮矣

Confucius ("Those who know virtue are few")

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Olivier | Richard III

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I belong to the world of dreams. Nothing about me is as it seems. You run backwards finding where I have been. But turn around you find me again. I used to strain a gospel to proclaim Now I simply wait patiently with chains. Am I there delicately in your sleep? As problematically, like Priapus, you keep?

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How is it possible when speaking of you, not to think of Proust? You belonged to that "grand, magnificent and sorrowful family of highly-strung individuals who are the salt of the earth. All that we recognize as good comes from them. They are the ones, and not others, who founded religions and composed masterpieces. The world will never know what it owes them, and how they suffered to achieve their ends." (16) ... Creativity is, first of all, a struggle against oneself, then against everything and everyone. A constant struggle. I don't believe in passive geniuses waiting for inspiration. The real ones are martyrs: Flaubert, Proust, Tolstoy, Joyce, Celine, Genet. I've only mentioned writers, but there are others: painters, musicians, philosophers, and sometimes fashion designers, even if fashion is not an art.  I can testify you were one of these martyrs that i am writing about, that your life was filled with fear and anguish, although I must admit, the terrible years were your most creative ones. Baudeleire already said it. How can one forget those collections? The runaway shows where we'd hear entire acts of Tosca and Tristan and Isolde. Insane collections, sublime collections. (81)  ..  If only these people, the journalists and others, knew that sex was the real driving force, and not art! It was sex, and my forcing you to discover it, that was the motor for: our love, our fashion house, our collection, our lives! The two of us were reading Marque de Sade instead of Bernardin de Saint-Pierre. Sex triggered our first meeting, sex reconciled us when necessary, and it's the remembrance of sex which w so often evoked and united us till the end. (29)

-Pierre Berge, letters to Yves Saint Laurent

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Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-DT

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Beneath the luster of faraway space. In a pulsar I find new type of embrace. The time is fading, where love means "one" The time is coming, when it means the "sun" The more galaxies you have in your glance The more your love can be enhanced. So chart a pathway to faraway lands, And like a fairy, jump as far as you can.

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Roses are read, Just like leaves of tea. Blow northern wind, bring my suetyng to me.