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Velvet Souls
The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts - Marcus Aurelius
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The pen is my sword & the paper is my shield ~ the ink represents the passion I feel when I drop a piece of prose ~ I write from the heart ~ some pieces are created from metaphysical alter ego that lives within ~ we all have one they are the ying to our yang & usually are more profound in those that are artists .. All I ask as you read my pieces to understand the depth as they not always written as literal piece but to stretch minds & have variant of meanings depending on the reader as they peel away the layers.. if anyone asked me who my first love was I would say words they are beautuful intoxicating & come to life when you put them together ..I like to be really creative & not insult my reader by dumbing down my vocabulary.I love the creativity of putting together words that may not be used in our every day life . stretching minds & getting them to understand the true beauty of words ... To feel there passion as I feel it as they come to life painting pictures in minds eye !! stay blessed ~Love you all ❤
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To love. To be loved.
To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
Arundhati Roy - The Cost of Living
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And the cimmerian shades of this citadel felt suddenly like home again.
He beckoned her into his void
Whereby she sipped from the chalices within the courts and catacombs of Erebus and it was here that she learned to dance the dance of a king as complex as life itself...
- Excerpt from Citadel of Erebus -
©Velvetsoul2019CitadelofErebus
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As kings-
rise out of the dust disrobing themselves
of past afflictions
- Queens -
shall then freely feel the calling of kings
both have had crosses to bear but neither
could be severed from the yearning
rapture that resided within there
vivacity .
-For those-
pendulums of life swung with the passing
of time but fires that reside in the elan
vitals of the inamorato & inamorata
shall never be quenched for they shall
expurgate cimmerian shades that once
laid in the bellys of beasts..
- Conjoining-
together Kings & Queens to reside in the
valleys
-of illumination forever more -
💙💜
©velvet-soul2019
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I'm unpredictable, I never know where I'm going until I get there, I'm so random, I'm always growing, learning, changing, I'm never the same person twice. But one thing you can be sure of about me; is I will always do exactly what I want to do.
- C. JoyBell C.-
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Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel.
TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE.
Most of all, enjoy every moment of the journey, and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.
-Mandy Hale -
The Single Woman: Life, Love,
. and a Dash of Sass
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There is always
a reason to laugh
For laughter
Is the music of the soul...
Velvet-Soul
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It's the smell of
him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed & the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day – or as he sleeps – simply breathing in & out, in &out, & it's like the hymn that sings me to peace.
I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere – us – I know I have a chance.
-Charlotte Eriksson-
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It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain. Damn, there's nothing like that, is there? I've been there and you have too. You're nodding your head.
-Henry Rollins-
The Portable Henry Rollins
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I am a wild woman.
it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.
Nikki Rowe
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