The Axe Forgets; The Tree Remembers.

your ❤ is the Light.

Homage for a Fool

My debauchery has been effective enough, to become tired, at least enough for my tastes. And I have lost more than I have won, but still I live on. The hedonist has mostly mortified, and awaits eulogic sympathies. Rest oh you depleted trapping, do not rouse, your time is spent, damage quite done.

“Can You Believe These Homeless Beggars, Marjory?” by Eugenia Loli

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Nick Knight - Body Language (2010)

Your potentiality...

"Every man can, if he so desires, become the sculptor of his own brain."-Santiago Ramón y Cajal

¿no mas solomente's?

Plundered poetry (is) More divine than sacred prose Speaks languages of forgotten magic spells Becomes supine, opens like a rose Whispering incantation for a lovers yells

✌cultivating awareness✌

David Zinn ~ chalkart Sluggo's Adventures www.cubebreaker.com

my courage was dashed

Calmness is the cradle of "true power"