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People so numbed by corruption and violence that their friends and relatives don't realize that they themselves are doing it.

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Funny how in my attempt to write something current, I wrote about the only topic I know very well. Me.

29

Sometimes life often reminds me to have faith in the goodness of humanity. That love and compassion does transcend death.

28

What memories etched in my soul have I forgotten? My mind stretches out. A weathered hand clawing the past's darkness.

27

My soul sings. I do not know the words but I do know the piece. Familiar melodies sung with love.

26

Have you felt the dizzy, terrifying high of allowing yourself to be seen? Your mistakes. Blunders. Your truth. You. Unmasked.

25

How do you see life? the world? your home? your family? your friends? your boss? We are what we see.

24

Why does one always try to want what they don't have, instead of wanting what they already have in life?

23

We daughters, love our fathers. It is the strongest, deepest, devoted and most steadfast bond we'll ever know... and cherish.

22

Your visits are getting rare. Still pleasantly shocking. I blinked and saw you clearly. Standing right in front of me.

21

My Dad recorded our voices, took lots of pics... mom said it was a waste of cassettes and paper. Not!

20

Chance is a gift. Act on chance when given the opportunity. People deserve a second chance, but not a third.

19

Fables. Legends... sometimes stories are like paintings. It is through such lies and fabrications that we see the truth.

18

Equality? why strive for such thing? Equal Opportunity, yes. Equality, no. Actual "equality" is sameness, we do not need that.

17

How many times do I say your name to feel you close to me? With each waking breath. Each heartbeat.

16

Toss me a phrase.
Let us see what the mind creates.
Gathering each dream.
Building each story.
Spinning tales.
Quick! Toss me a phrase.

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I know where one can get an endless supply of stories. We all have them. In Dreams my friend, dreams.

14

Soul searching is when our mind wishes to connect to our soul. Remembering lessons, aspirations and what we believe in.

13

History tells all sides of a story. Accurate. Revealing. Politics isn't about what happened, but what you THINK happened.

12

I realized... sometimes, to change the world, you have to change "your world" first. A habit at a time.

11

Everyone wants to change the world but feels powerless about it. We don't need power. Just the WILL to care.

10

Perhaps one has to be a bit insane to create stories. Surely not all fantasies are rooted in the dreaming.

9

Flowers for a lady, a candy for a child.
A promise for a lover, a prayer for a mind gone wild.

8

I'm beginning to forget what my father looks like. His face flickers in my mind. Is identity that fragile? Scary.

7

There are days when you just don't want to work on something. The mind stops. I freeze not knowing why.

6

I looked up and saw a hundred clouds racing with the birds across the sky. Feels good to be alive.

5

i am the goddess of destruction.
drinking the blood from my own anger.
Heaven and hell cannot stand in my way

4

Symbols have no power, only if you make it so. Pictures can evoke a thousand words. Symbols, a hundred thousand.

3

Staring at my father's portrait, contemplating on his death. Realizing that I'll miss the little things he'll never teach me.

2

I marveled at how a child could have the time of his life with a wooden stick and his imagination.

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Deaf poetry. To a deaf person, seeing is speaking. Hands flutter and faces brighten creating a visual poetry of movements.