This is a compilation of the words Most would generously respond To the call of emotions, and of peril A lexicography of fear, patience, virtue A telling of emotions An expression of love And the enclosure full of songs By the soul ultimately attaining The very essence of freedom Not in a way too violent Nor the aspect of destruction To be entertained, no; it wasn't Anything like that would Spit fire all over Turning everything into a pile A very toxic concentrated ashes But the flame was indeed there Manifesting, burning Bravely consuming Even the materials to be used With grace, and hope Were no much to the fiery substance An eternal flame waiting to be controlled By a higher being maybe Or simply by the casual rectification Of things, by order of Management A trace, an evidence of fear Of the many enclosed feelings Even though a higher ground Of purity of goodness Everything desirable existing Truly, goodly Exquisitely But by what extent? Shall destiny prevail Was she a mere cre...

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have never fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. William Tecumseh Sherman Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love. Charles Maurice de Talleyrand The safest road to hell is the gradual one -- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts. C.S. Lewis xXx There is a door and it is locked, and for a good reason. Beneath the waters is a place that is dreaded by the many who are afraid of eternal death, because a certain door under the corals (of this unlikely fluid) leads to a fiery furnace, which is a destination to those who lack the faith, courage, purpose, and the complete view of the infinite promise of the natural fruits of genuine love and goodness.  Luckily though, the door was secured by seven unidentified scrolls that nobody can dare to...

 Not everything is created equal, and absolute fairness is not entirely possible. Even in the realm of the many species of the dangerous Dragons, this truth holds to be self-evident. In magical terms, or even in the simple secular understanding of things, the key to the order of the universe is by keeping the healthy balance between the two major cosmic composition of good and evil. In so far as the case of the natural evolution of the several species of these Dragons is concerned, the discriminatory mechanism, as described herein, is not at all too obvious to the naked eye or familiar to the inexperienced heart, and it will require a higher level of a fair intellect to ascertain the value of those that characterize such negative thoughts to be separated from the rest, either by selective surgery or physical force, lifted from the same conditions of the locality of the Dragons, as it also relates to the astounding vanity of the human experience. Even in the midst of the unfocused i...

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it amyway except a slow way, (instead) leave it the fastest  way you can.  Never turn back and never believe  that an hour you remember is a better hour  because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones,  vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. Beryl Markham, West with the Night Renew, release, let it go. Yesterday's gone. There's nothing you can do to bring it back. You can't "should've" done something. You can only DO something. Renew yourself. Release that attachment. Today is the new day! Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it. A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh I've been doing this a long time --manipulating people to get my way. That's why you think you love me. Because I've...

 Again, several intimate voices can be heard. Replying, cursing, asking questions. They are speaking all at once, but with a certain form of authority. It was deep and at times hoarse, yet still curious. It was truly a sound of an inquiring tone. Sometimes impatient, but many times provocative. Strong. A sure pillar of devotion. It persists, and also passionately informed. However, it is chilling to a certain extent. It evokes fear and confusion. To wit, the detailed transcript is hereby provided: "In which Enclosure shall we focus our attention on? We want to make sure that these Waterbred Dragons will not interfere with the nature of the Demons as we go on our way to invade the land of the Cyborgs. Do you have the information that I wanted to know? Speak at once!" "Of course, my Dark Prince. We are looking for a possible path from the Enclosure based in Boston, Massachusetts. There is a certain route there that involves a lot of bypass and intricate tunnels that we can...