identity

Posted: April 23, 2013 in identity
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Identity is the special guest in every anonymous crowd.

Every life is the same as itself and not less.

Gender is the identity of wonder.

My skin is not what I am, it’s just the casing I’m within.

Princesses come in every tone, their value is as deep as bone.

Darker is not a place marker.

Sweet are the uses of the face, to sort and sift both friend and foe with grace.

None of us are what is commonly thought we all should be.

The fool never meets anyone different from himself.

Earth shifts, character uplifts.

Purpled spring, summer green, orange is fall — changing all.

No one is alone within; every psyche houses a family.

Respect for others is nonnegotiable, for each precious life is royally stamped with the divine imprimatur.

treachery

Posted: April 22, 2013 in treachery
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Beware the crocodile that wears the smile.

Blessed are the treacherous for they shall inherit themselves.

Hatred makes a person a bomb.

Step on a head, it will blow off your leg.

Extremists apprehend innocence nowhere.

Treachery arises from a stinking psychic pit with no love in it.

Treachery is softly fungal, creeping through the psychic jungle.

An oppressed people will detonate.

There is one brokenness that extracts treacherousness from the soul, and another that injects it with a treasonous hatred.

In the soft coils of criticism slithers a fanged treachery, hissing in the soul, undulating through the mind and boring an oily and venomous tunnel into the heart.

Some idealisms make you sane, and some just venomize your brain.

The loyalties of our best friends are the sweet and soothing salves that heal us from the treacheries of our worst enemies.

The beginning of the understanding of treachery lies within.

wow

Posted: April 16, 2013 in wow
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Five receptors, five wow detectors.

“Wow!” was the first prayer.

Our best woof is, “Wow, wow, wow!”

At birth astonished, at puberty thrilled, in middle years astounded, in old age amazed, and at death’s dreamy door — totally knocked over and plowed under with wonder.

The fiery lava below, the flaming sun above, and life between well-warmed and wowed with love.

All wow and bow within the spectacular now.

First smile, word, step, grade — from sets of firsts unfolding life is made.

The little girl riding in the wheelbarrow is the gardener’s greatest triumph.

Life is now and how and often wow!

The bomber’s shock and awe descends into death’s maw; and all that’s done to cow another brow is never wow.

To wow takes an ow.

Wowism finds in every fray, a tattered and triumphant yea.

facebook

Posted: April 9, 2013 in facebook
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Facebook was born among books and raised among faces.

A Facebook a day keeps anonymity at bay.

Never share on Facebook what you don’t want your grandmother to know.

Every face is a book.

A hotel doesn’t wear it’s guest’s clothes neither should a host own its guest’s posts.

On Facebook don’t brag, rag or nag; just wag and tag.

Technology will never replace the need for an apology.

Bots fill in the dots, but sales pay the bills.

A “like” is not a life.

Facebook comments are like bacteria; they thrive on rich content.

Facebook saved us from anonymity, then made us all a like.

FarmVille is like a dirty, little secret; it’s best kept to ones self.

Every life is a face, a post and a book.

Modern life is seven hundred friends on Facebook and no one over to dinner.

yes

Posted: April 7, 2013 in yes
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There is a small yes in the bottom, corner drawer of every no.

Play your highest yes; it always trumps your lowest no.

When life says no, we most need yes.

Most men see only no in other men; men of wisdom see the yes within men everywhere.

Your friend will tell you yes; your best friend no; your wife, “Hell no!”

“Yes” is a superfood: eat up and go back for more.

The best teachers in the world carry stick-on gold stars and pack a high-powered yes.

The first yes is found inside you, sitting alone, waiting, in the dark.

The yes within the yes of the very yes is your best inner guest.

The divine yea is not found in a list of nays.

A yea a day keeps the shrink away.

Great souls fly the furious flag of Yes.

No separates; yes unites.

no

Posted: April 5, 2013 in no
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To thine own “no” be true.

Let your “no” be “maybe” it will drive you crazy.

Every step forward fires a steel-jacketed no into the heart of the psyche’s impulse to quit.

No has a home on every wise tongue.

Every “no” launched against selfishness is a battle won for generosity.

The one who knows no “no” will do the most good.

You’ll find it best to under no and over yes.

No thy self; yes thy health.

To say “No” to one habit, say “Yes” to another.

To say “no” to a request is to give the person asking an opportunity to be responsible.

Rest your “Yes,” finesse your guest.

Within “No!” creativity is born.

China

Posted: March 28, 2013 in china
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The wise glide silently upon low rivers, but fools celebrate on the top of Chomolangma.

To make a home for a cricket is to love the universe.

Out of water come dragonflies, out of danger opportunities.

China looks ahead looking back.

Every stamp adds to the collection, and every Chinese child enriches the planet.

The Great Wall is a silken thread in the fabric of China.

Chinese parents are the honor of their children and the children the honor of their parents.

As the carp swims so the Chinese child studies.

As the Black-necked crane eats the fly so one day the fly eats the blackened crane.

The water wheel turns so life glides forward.

The Gobi, the Karakoram and the Pacific are the loving arms of China.

To lose face is to discard ones soul.

The Chinese put on white, weep a river of tears, then build the house again.

bravery

Posted: March 24, 2013 in bravery
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Screw your courage to a job board.

Raise courageous children; take vacations without them.

The soul that’s smart brooks no tart heart.

Cowards cheat; the brave compete.

Bravery lashes down the watery hatches, sets the slashing sails and takes the spinning wheel when no one comes on deck to help.

The very brave fear greatly, then they charge.

For the courageous it will suffice, step to the plate and miss it thrice.

All suffer; the courageous simply weep in a corner more quietly.

Cowards and valiants die many times before their deaths; valiants just break out of their graves and flush their sorry corpses out into the open again faster.

The brave let the irresponsible solve their own problems.

Death’s not a flattened end to fear; it’s a high vaulting premier.

architecture

Posted: March 19, 2013 in architecture
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It is the magic of architecture that a line on paper turns into a tower in the sky.

A home is all perpendiculars, parallels and love.

Architecture arose from hairlessness.

Castles are born of fear; cathedrals of love.

The beautiful edifice seduces and swallows its architect.

Function is the finest face of form.

Ruins were invented to keep architects humble.

Light levitates the vault.

The first cathedral was a forest.

Great structures are vacations.

We visit ruins to discover ourselves.

The soul needs a banality to know an eternality.

The pillar, the arch, the crown — the architect’s renown.

Great buildings function, endure and enchant.

Yesterday was designed by inspiration, today by collaboration, tomorrow by virtualization.

Sustainable is unmaintainable.

old

Posted: March 12, 2013 in old
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Dare to rove, leave on the stove, they’ll lock you up as crazy old.

Old, we increase, then we shrink.

The old may wonder why they are still here; their grandchildren know.

We’ll end as we began, gathered up and carried to our beds, blinking and drooling, and there with tucks, and pats and hums we will be lulled to sleep in a cradled, rocking world that loves us.

To be old is to be rusted, pitted, painted steel.

Forgetfulness is the curse of old age; it’s also the blessing.

To forget a friend’s visit yesterday and to remember a slice of wedding cake eaten seventy years ago is the magic trick of aging memory.

Old is rest and old is jest, and old is a sly wink at death.

When the old are moved to the place called a home —  it won’t be.

Age graciously not pugnaciously.

Long life gives the gift of frequency, old age the gift of intensity.

The old out-remember the young, out-dance the middle-aged and outlive themselves.

None outlive love.

wit

Posted: March 6, 2013 in wit
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Wit may prompt a laughing fit, and yet omit truth’s needed hit.

Veracity is the soul of wit — and brevity.

We live by our wit, but we die with no snarky remarks at all.

At wit’s ends find the words of friends.

Sell with euphemisms, buy with witticisms.

Brevity is the sole, heel, vamp, tongue and eyelet of wit — except when it isn’t.

A half-wit beats a whole twit.

A repartee a day keeps wit in play, and a pun amps up the fun.

A household wit has three low muses: bawdy, naughty, and potty.

Wit sunders; love mends blunders.

miracles

Posted: February 23, 2013 in miracles
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Despair not; every person miraculously healed of one thing will expire by another.

Death is the miracle by which a bit of dust is made out of a bit of whine.

The miracle no one can perform is to remain unchanged.

It is reasonable to expect what is impossible.

The supernatural has a twin sister — the natural.

What’s lost is sad; what is gained in loss is a miracle.

I believe in the resurrection; everyday I resurrect from the bed.

Nothing sees miracles like misery.

Vision is the miraculous elixir that heals boredom.

Every athletic leap into the record books is a miracle of the will; every one-crutched, cane-assisted, wheel-chaired venture out of the house is a miracle of courage.

Birth and death are cut from the same magic fabric, dress us in the same supernatural transformation and strut their soft, fleshy and fantastic stuff on the same glitzy runway extending infinitely in both directions.

jealousy

Posted: February 18, 2013 in jealousy
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All submit but none admit — to jealousy.

Jealousy wears the smile that cloaks the wile.

Jealousy makes good TV — and bad reality.

Cure your own jealousy; succeed.

Three and tea make jealousy, but two will do if three are few.

Jealousy is the poison seed which germinates in the dank corners of our saddest losses.

Jealousy clings to what envy snatches away.

Jealousy wears a sweet smile over a hidden frown.

In enough is ecstasy, in not enough, sad jealousy.

Preference is the mother of rivalry.

Success is the race horse bearing the overweight jockey of jealousy, ever flagellated forward with the unrelenting whip of mad dissatisfaction and desire.

Jealousy is the honored guest in every star-studded room; the evicted tenant of every humble heart.

What has been trellised may be toppled by the sharp ax of a jealous mind.

Jealousy is that one ugly piece of clothing we just can’t bring ourselves to throw away.

perfect

Posted: February 9, 2013 in perfect
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Connection is no child of perfection.

Shy is a bullseye.

Score ten; love kin.

Aim for perfect, then adjust.

Practice makes perfect — and it makes humble.

Be perfect, precisely in the manner that everyone is perfect.

Perfection’s aim is a fool’s bane.

Let go; be flawed.

Perfectionism will be  loved the day it weds realism.

Enjoy the exhausting assault march on perfection’s peak and the crazy bounce down reality’s stream.

Those who never strive for perfection should beware of relaxation, and those who can never relax, they should beware of always trying to be perfect.

The perfect body is like the perfect car; both won’t wait long for the perfect scratch, or the exquisitely perfect wrinkle.

kindness

Posted: February 4, 2013 in kindness
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Kind to need is kind in deed.

Kindness is no judgment — and complete discernment.

The true course of love always has run kind.

Kindness carries a gentle tongue; meaness packs an automatic mouth — and an extra clip.

Every kind voice is a round stone polished by a roiling stream.

It’s a grind to be nice to the kind; it’s easy to be hard on the sleazy.

A kind voice may cloak a cruel heart.

I can only be as kind to you as I am to me.

Cruel can be wicked fun; cowardly, a cluck and run.

Kindness can calm the raging sea, in thee and me.

I have no tackle or gear by which to hoist my ragged soul above your gapping need, but I can stand beside you and hold your hand..

passive aggressive

Posted: January 28, 2013 in passive aggressive
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Passive aggressive sends the wrong message.

The first angry fool is yourself; the second is your first angry henchman.

Smooth water may hide a powerful undercurrent, so a calm face may conceal a rip tide of resentment.

The most complimentary become the most treacherous when they become the most overlooked.

Humor percolates out of confidence; dour is the stench that arises from grievance.

Storing up a criticism is like notching an arrow, pulling it back and aiming it at someone’s chest; it will find its way to the mark.

He who broods silently over slights and then explodes suddenly with judgments is like a man throwing hand grenades through open windows at night.

The passively furious smile, fawn, compliment and affirm — until they blow.

The employee who becomes furniture may eventually turn into fire wood and burn the business down.

The passively aggressive wow and strut; the aggressively passive bow and duck.

An obstructionist wears out the toes of a perfectly good pair of dress shoes dragging them along behind the organization.

color

Posted: January 22, 2013 in color
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Dream in color; plan in black and white.

There is no color that has a rank; every shade is bon vivant.

Color is the gift given to grateful surfaces.

Color is the soul’s picture window on the world.

To awake dead souls, speak in living color.

Blue above, blue below, blue best sandwiches the whole.

Yellow was made for the daisy, for the sun and happy-crazy.

Cool black suits, hot black boots, these may seduce Miss Chartreuse.

You can’t park color at the curb; color is an active verb.

White light is the Saint Nicholas of color.

When life offers you a screwed up deal, take two carotenoids and heal.

dating

Posted: January 18, 2013 in dating
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I’m A-Ok; I dress au fait; I don’t stay home like sad Henri.

Keep your dates flirty ‘til you’re almost just thirty.

Men always make passes at girls in fashion glasses.

What is awkward at first is later dessert.

Date a good friend; make a good end.

Respect your date; don’t try to mate.

Kissing is like archery — but more fun.

If you’re all alone try an iphone.

The first three dates are interviews; the fourth means you got the job.

Date with no tactics; court locals, foreigners and intergalactics.

Dating is good preparation for remaining single.

success

Posted: January 15, 2013 in success
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I take out the trash with great aplomb; I’m confident I will return.

To guarantee a good ego, go with the flow, keep aiming low.

Success eats from the nearest refrigerator; failure starves to death at home.

Success attempts what jealousy resents.

Failure runs; success walks; contentment takes a leisurely stroll.

Success is not a public award; accomplishment earns a quieter accord.

The greatest success is to be unchanged by success.

Success is stress, failure more so.

Ninety per cent of success is knowing when not to show up.

If at first you don’t succeed, punt.

The successful edit and credit.

No one fails like the successful.

The highest form of success is in making others successful.

church

Posted: January 14, 2013 in church
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The best reason to go to church is for the sake of everyone else.

The cure for church is laughter; there is no cure for laughter.

Hypocrites are not people who go to church and fail, but people who hate the church for failing in the same ways that they do.

A church is a place where people unworthy of heaven love people who feel unworthy of earth.

If your mind is your church, you’ll attend alone.

Imperfect church is God’s imperfect means of perfecting imperfect people.

A church is a family — brace yourself.

Nature makes a great temple for those who want animal sacrifice as part of the worship service.

Comedy is for those who laugh, tragedy for those who cry and church is for those who are willing for their cry to become a laugh.

Heaven will begin with a long silence; this will be to heal us from church.

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