Originally posted on The Nelipot :
I follow no author,
Not verse to remember,
Words or anything written,
All that I keep,
My last thoughts.
Sap of extracted wisdom,
Pages I turned,
Are golden messages,
Shared through time,
The waste is worth.
I follow no author,
My passion is raking books,
Like flowers when planted,
Stories bloom in mind,
Buds in springtime.
Reader, plain and unknown,
Passed to me,
New eyes for greater perception,
From the generous wordsmith,
I gain and receive.
Originally posted on Ron Mayhew's Blog:
It is impossible to not be in awe of what is India. She is at once chaotic, unruly, exaggerated and constantly in motion.
The pace of life is frenetic and I believe all of India must be sleep deprived.
It is impossible, at least for me, to fully understand, much less describe her. And that’s the fascination.
I have heard that there are more billionaires minted in India each year than any other country in the world.
But that is not what attracts me. My India is rather tattered and frayed. And orange.
Especially the northern portion. Everything has a coating of orange from the polluted, smog filled air and blowing dust from the arid land.
Saffron, a color that symbolizes all aspects of Hinduism, is the color of sadhus and saints,
ascetics and sages. It is the color of the holy…
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Originally posted on Sotheby's International Realty® Blog:
Before they were homes, these unique abodes served different purposes—from a former factory to a windmill. Transformed by visionaries who saw the potential in disused and former commercial spaces, discover how these buildings became spectacular homes, fit for a modern lifestyle.
Australia— Built in 1884 as the first Salvation Army Barracks in Australia, this historical building in Melbourne has been completely restored as a modern family home. The spacious, open concept modern touches are balanced by original features, such as the original Baltic timber ceiling. The home includes an industrial kitchen and a glass-encased wine room that holds 20,000 bottles.
Connecticut— Sitting on the Connecticut River, this 1960’s windmill has been converted into a four-storey home with three bedrooms, a full bath, wet bar and a living room. Restored…
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Originally posted on A Writer's Blog:
I’m but a little flame
flickering in the night
a warm and hopeful yellow,
casting dull shadows on the walls
Igniting what experience
and reflection impart to me;
and every “like”
is fuel for the fire
of my existence.
Because of you
I will one day burn
in the hearts of millions.
Originally posted on Konscious Kings:
I’ve been feeling like I need to stop, drop and roll
because this poetry’s on fire, it’ll rock your soul.
Make you feel it in your toes, elbows and chest.
Eliminating negativity, depression and stress.
Blessed is how you will feel, once you’re fed and full
take a pull on this knowledge
bow your head and pay homage.
Feel that inferno in your belly and tell me it’s motivation
pursuing elevation, no matter the situation.
Reach for the constellations, feigning for inspiration.
Eternal exhilaration is our final destination.
- Jah Soul