Thoughts are ideas scattered in your head. When written forms a sentence. When rhymed, it forms a phrase and singing it blooms a beautiful poem.

Winning isn't as sweet if you don't see an enemy cry. But remember, losers wail loud no matter what.

No great leader can be made by image-builders.

Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?

It is a fact of life that when you are small, people expect little things from you. But when you've done a great thing, people are amazed.

The difference between failure and survival is that coping skill you used in between the struggles.

Listen to the arts of kids, their hands when tied have wings.

Indigence is one of those states, politicians less likely wish to manage.

You see, at young age I had known how bitter taste like and it all started with a cup of brewed coffee.

There is nothing more magical than love. Nothing.

heartbeat the sound i must hearand listen

Perhaps he was probing the enigma of why men fall in love with their dreams, which are then so destroyed by harsh realities that their dreamers become cuckolded by their own illusions. Perhaps...

Trust is like a glass vase, beautiful except there is no way of putting it back together when it breaks.

So you can be 'fantastic' or 'elastic' but can you ever be both lol??

with the pain jealousy instils and the love hate relationship it creates surely its just easier to appreciate what you have then what you could loose

Developing the muscles of the soul demands no competitive spirit, no killer instinct, although it may erect pain barriers that the spiritual athlete must crash through.

You can run the office without a boss, but you can't run an office without secretaries.

ISIS has a caliphate the size of Indiana! Also, US military has been totally gutted. Can't even project power anymore.

Let India become alive by self-purification, that is self-restraint and self-denial, and she will be a boon to herself and mankind.

The instructor, Ms. Pease, also taught in the church's religious school, and she had a Sunday school manner at once saccharine and condemnatory.

If art depended on content, then one painting of an apple would be as good as the next one.