The only true currency in this bankrupt world are the moments you share with someone when you’re uncool. ― Cameron Crowe

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“If you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times. In the kingdom of love there is no competition; there is no possessiveness or control. The more love you give away, the more love you will have.”

― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you. ― Rumi

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“He walked as he’d learned to walk, with only a minimal limp, back straight, head held high in confidence rather than cockiness. He walked like a man who had learned to lean into God for whatever strength he needed.”

 

― Robin Lee Hatcher, Fit to Be Tied

I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.

― Jonathan Franzen, The Discomfort Zone: A Personal Journey

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We, too, ‘ve been waylaid by Time’s robber band,

And yet, the Poet’s rhyme it cannot thieve,

Nor can it plunder what we both believe,

As long as we two travel hand in hand.

 

http://www.bernus.de/poems-en.htm

When you can stop you don’t want to, and when you want to stop, you can’t.

― Luke Davies, Candy

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Nicked from the site of ”Mothers of Addicts”.

Hello,
My name is Jana….I have recently lost my beautiful sister to a heroin over dose. It is heartbreaking to say the very least. She was my only sister. My brother was lost as well to alcohol addiction. He had been drinking heavily and had a motorcycle accident. It was so odd that they both had severe head injury. My sister’s due to heroin over dose. My brother due to the accident. I have a poem about addiction that I would like to submit if you do not mind putting it on your site.  If it can say it to just one lost and lonely addict then I will feel I may have done something worth while.  Here is the poem:

"powder"
I long for sleep,
but can it bring me rest,
or peace for a time at best,
I think not,
for theres no rest for the weary,
and its hard to see through eyes filled with teary,
salty liquid that falls on my page,
and I am so very aware of my age.
And I long to go back
to start the journey again,
to never have found
such a dark dark friend,
who torments the soul,
where the drug addicts go,
when they travel the road of snow white.

http://www.mothersofaddicts.com/Voice_Of_The_Addict.htm

Mothers of Addicts United – Voice Of The Addict

He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.

― Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Stories and Poems

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Frogs in chorus

by Andrew Barton Paterson.

The soaring spirits that fain would fly
On wings of hope to the starry sky
Must face the snarls of the jealous dogs,
For the world is ruled by its chorus frogs.

Celebration lifts us out of the glass cage of personal experience.

Ormerod Greenwood

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“What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked.
"A cage," Éowyn said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg not by smashing it open. Arnold Glasglow

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There is a place in distant seas
Full of Contrarieties:
There, beasts have mallards’ bills and legs,
Have spurs like cocks, like hens lay eggs.

http://www.johnkinsella.org/essays/idiosync.html

Like Robin Hood….Not real, but true. ― Janette Rallison

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“This wavering paradox is a pillar of the outlaw stance. A man who has blown all his options can’t afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can’t afford to admit-no matter how often he’s reminded of it-that every day of his life takes him farther down a blind alley.”

― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels

The reason that ‘guru’ is such a popular word is because ‘charlatan’ is so hard to spell.

― William J. Bernstein, The Investor’s Manifesto: Preparing for Prosperity, Armageddon, and Everything in Between

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Let the fragrance of humour play in those eyes.
Imported midget of a soul, brown eyed,
Cuddled in cologne-sodden hands;
Worked out devil, doped in cognac.

Written by naturemithya

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/25136-charlatan/

a thousand nows the busy hummingbird in the garden

http://www.hummingbirdworld.com/h/haiku.htm

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Our tiny but beautiful friend, the Hummingbird, is the totem for Clarity.

“For those who confuse you, recognize that their confusion is theirs and your clarity is yours.”

― Barbara Marciniak, Family of Light: Pleiadian Tales and Lessons in Living

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humour no more’n he’ll let the humour blot out the pain.

― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

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“What the Chronics are – or most of us – are machines with flaws inside that can’t be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by the time the hospital found him he was bleeding rust in some vacant lot. ”

― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. ― Rumi

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One Step at a Time
by Joseph Morris

In the morning with the journey all before us on the road,
It takes courage to begin, that is sure;
For the first step is the hardest, and we always think the load
May be greater than we’ve power to endure.
When the first mile lies behind us we can say, "Now that is done,
And the second and the third will soon be past."
So we trudge on through the noontime, and the setting of the sun
Finds us coming to our stopping-place at last.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

― George Eliot, Daniel Deronda

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Comete
Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day
a woman is walking ahead of her hair.
Like teak oiled soft to fracture and sway
it hung to her heels and seconded her
as a pencilled retinue, an unscrolling title
to ploughland, edged with ripe rows of dress,
a sheathed wing that couldn’t fly her at all,
only itself, loosely, and her spirits.
                                   A largesse
of life and self, brushed all calm and out,
its abstracted attempts on her mouth weren’t seen,
not its showering, its tenting.  Just the detail
that swam in its flow-lines, glossing about—
as she paced on, comet-like, face to the sun.

from
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

LES MURRAY.

http://www.lesmurray.org/pm_c.htm

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with breaking up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with losing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eighth grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with  finding out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …

Pascale Ost

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ten-grey-hairs-and-a-silver-one/