How I wish, said Socrates, taking his place as he was desired, that wisdom could be infused by touch, out of the fuller into the emptier man, as water runs through wool out of a fuller cup into an emptier one.
Plato in Symposium (-380), translated by Benjamin Jowett
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A Fuller Figured Woman
A fuller figured woman
should never be ashamed
of the ampleness upon her
nor the need to rearrange
her wardrobe every season
as the curves fight with her clothes
oh god save me from the skinny
i've never fancied one of those.
A fuller figured woman
should not put out the light
when she gradually undresses
and prepares herself for night
for the fuller figured woman
is not someone to be scorned
for her body won't discomfort you
and she'll always keep you warm.
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Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
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A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.
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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
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A drinker has a hole under his nose that all his money runs into.
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Echo's In My Mind
I'm in it for the long haul.
No matter how many tell me I can't, I won't.
The agony of a dislocated heart.
Page after page torn apart.
Ripped up into little bitty pieces.
But still I know I have made start.
One foot in front of the next.
Sometimes it can be so trying.
Part of me always feeling as if I'm dying.
Getting emptier and emptier.
A vampire drains my life away.
And his torturous methods won't stop.
So again I must overcome.
Keep going with a fantasy written in my head.
Dreams can not just be bled.
No matter how much this evil creature tries.
Only in me are they are still alive.
I will not accept others truth the way I do mine.
A denial by the times.
A promotion I will never incline.
Wealth in which I will never dine.
A exotic car I will never drive.
Of such things even given the opportunity I would still purge myself completely from them.
A moderate in me I define.
Their is place one must draw the line,
Whether in the sand dunes or grassy plains.
Whether in the deepest sea or the highest mountain range.
Somethings still will not change.
The object of my own morality.
A victim of my own mortality.
Perfection beyond the rejection.
Time after time.
A continuous echo in mind.
Quite haunting.
It reminds me my task is quite daunting.
Still it is full speed ahead, till the day of my death.
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The Messerschmitt Twins
My mind is made up, Im changing faster
Your mind is made up, avoiding worries
My old image is set to fade away
Forget the talking
Forget the actions
And quiet voices and all that happened
In just one of hour
You could knock me down
The twos are one now
And ones are fuller
No longer giving
No longer taking
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
And when youre asking
You sound like telling
Despite the questions
Youre not receiving
I cant explain
Why you disappear
Your mind is made up
The time is taken
You reach decisions
We cant avoid them
Theres no success
No matter what we do
The twos are one now
And ones are fuller
No longer giving
No longer taking
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
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Contentment consist not in adding more fuel, but in taking away some fire.
quote by Thomas Fuller
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It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.
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The better part of wisdom is a sublime prudence, a pure and patient truth that will receive nothing it is not sure it can permanently lay to heart.
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Scalded cats fear even cold water.
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If humanity does not opt for integrity we are through completely. It is absolutely touch and go. Each one of us could make the difference.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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Some People
Some people fleeing some other people.
In some country under the sun
and some clouds.
They leave behind some of their everything,
sown fields, some chickens, dogs,
mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.
On their backs are pitchers and bundles,
the emptier, the heavier from one day to the next.
Taking place stealthily is somebody's stopping,
and in the commotion, somebody's bread somebody's snatching
and a dead child somebody's shaking.
In front of them some still not the right way,
nor the bridge that should be
over a river strangely rosy.
Around them, some gunfire, at times closer, at times farther off,
and, above, a plane circling somewhat.
Some invisibility would come in handy,
some grayish stoniness,
or even better, non-being
for a little or a long while.
Something else is yet to happen, only where and what?
Someone will head toward them, only when and who,
in how many shapes and with what intentions?
Given a choice,
maybe he will choose not to be the enemy and
leave them with some kind of life.
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The grave is the general meeting place.
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Gull In An Aery Morrice
Gulls in an aery morrice
Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.
Gulls in an aery morrice
Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.
Gulls, in an aery morrice
Frolicking, float and fade . . .
O, the way of a bird in the sunshine,
The way of a man with a maid!
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Of Him I Love Day And Night
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not
in that place;
And I dream'd I wander'd, searching among burial-places, to find him;
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is
now;)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead
as of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living;
--And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd;
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with
them; 10
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently
everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be
satisfied;
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
render'd to powder, and pour'd in the sea, I shall be
satisfied;
Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.
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Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads, on terms they can afford to pay.
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Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads, on terms they can afford to pay.
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It is not because the touch of genius has roused genius to production, but because the admiration of genius has made talent ambitious, that the harvest is still so abundant.
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A Coincidence
Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
Every critic--don't you know it?
Is himself a minor poet.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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