Engineering is the art of systematically making things boring. When a bridge falls down, that's interesting. When it doesn't fall down, that's engineering.
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In politics saying what you don't have to say, at the expenses of others, and not being able to prove it is not in the best interest of the American people.
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In the vast tapestry of nature, every thread is a life, every life a story. To cherish and protect both the web and the weaver is to honor the true interconnectedness of all beings.
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When I start to write, I try to make of myself a blank slate...left with just the impulse that got me there, at the lone scrimmage. I sit quietly...waiting.... Until an interesting thought or phrase, can be even one word eagerly presenting itself. Then I begin the poem, letting the impulse lead beyond. To me, poetry, along with everything else a writer uses for definition and motivation, above all else is viewed as sacred -- alive and independent literary expression in a manic, schizoid way:)
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"Gan Travieso, Why do you always use free tools to do your projects." - Interrogator
"Cause I have two free hands, a free mind and I practice free speech. I Like to draw freehand, and drive on the freeway." - Gran Travieso
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"Maybe the trees need a warm coat to wear in the cold winter snow."
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In relationships, we often focus on hearing what we want to hear, missing the most important unspoken words. These silent messages speak louder than anything said, and misinterpretation can lead to unexpected hurt.
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The truest art is found inside the brush; not in the paint, nor the painter..... the picture only gets better with time.
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"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." ? Napoleon Bonaparte
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The trouble with conspiracies is that they rot internally.
? Robert A. Heinlein
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All encounters you have will intertwine creating the mosaic of your life
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Greed leads to selfishness, it's an irradicable habit that all crafty thieves purse for the interest of their gains.
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"Painters paint with paint. Writers paint with words."
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"Colorful leaves coming down, wave goodbye as winter arrives."
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When you internalize so much?
It inevitably explodes on the page.
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Interrogate your soul, forgave your self, claim your birth right, then forgave the next person.
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I pledge my loyalty to only those who want my best interest at heart, I choose to suffer only for the real.
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A poet can live without...but not internally without love.
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Deep within, there is a interlude in the sidereal time, many is misconceived by character.
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“Build a life that radiates internal happiness, not merely an external facade.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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If this is the hideous society we live in taken over by greed and immorality: intervene stating your rage. It's not a worthless try, some may listen and transform their conscience from evil to goodness.
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I believe God has a plan...and all will work-out in His way and time. I don't believe that He wants animals to destroy one another in order to survive. We are missing something in our understanding of creation and Divine Purpose. Free Will is not interpreted correctly, speaking of man's profound relationship to his social and physical environments. We have far more control over things, than mankind sees, and when he does, is willing to consciously admit to his soul.
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Intervention is the devil's worst nightmare.
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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.
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My winter days are spent forgetting you …
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"When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens."
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In the dead of winter
I walk the college campus
With a spring in my step
And a thirst for knowledge
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I heard a bird singing in the morn' on a bitter cold winter day- it was so sweet and magical.
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"Winter is always coming. It is an axiom of life evermore." Max Burchett
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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