Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.
We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
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In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
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I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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Stil en strak,
gevangen in een bundel licht,
het hart dat hamert,benen verlamd.
Een wereld vol ruimte,ineens zo smal,
adem ingehouden, geluidloos,
wachtend.
Ogen groot en glanzend,
gevangen in het moment,
waar alles beweegt,behalve ik,
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Why is it, it seems
That all the trouble comes from me?
I’m the reason,
no other explanation
All the pain seeps from me.
Pointing fingers
Frantic eyes
Desperate seekers
To nothing I find
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belief held too dear
another facet to fear ~
let go of matrix
BE
LIEF helD
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I don't get scared easily
I'm the tipe of person who'd watch a horror film and laugh at it
But the thing that truly scares me is being alone, is being obandent
When you're alone you don't have a wall to hold on to, there would truly be no point, no point in doing stuff, in existing, in living
If I ever was alone in this big horrifying thing called life
I'd just give up, give up and die, die alone in the cold harsh would that we live in
Don't you agree
I'm truly curious what do you think
If you're alone in the cold harsh would would you just end it before you realize how sad and alone you are
Every night I stay awake
Then curse upon the sun
Until my dreams can swallow me
And from myself I run
Stumbling up the stairway
I ignore the field of flags
Convince myself they’re burgundy
And shred them into rags
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