In Joyous Spirits
Wallow in joy for the rest of your life,
Open this sentence with absolute joy.
A life has immense value with the living art,
An artistic quality attached to the very heart of affairs
Is a new indulgence of a man always in spirits so high.
Highness is His importance of a joyful kind,
Kindness will match this name of a sound nature.
Those in search of character are not blind,
Interesting perhaps is their short form of patience.
Character shall mend us when visited upon,
It houses itself in caves, the caves of too much brightness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What's most interesting and most real to me in my work is to never make the role a complete character, because then you lose a part of the truth. I can't say that this person is just like this or like that. Because you can never do that with real people in real life, so if you try that on stage you lose the truth. Since I myself strive to be able to be a great many things, I also want my character to have that very same liberty. Eventually in that way it will add to a sort of completeness. But it is the story that is told that is the interesting thing and the situations the character is in. And as we humans always are shaped by a special situation or given circumstances, I can never ever say: Thus is my character.
quote by Lena Olin
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Nature
Weather constantly changes.
No character, only dynamic.
Dull and dreary,
Or bitter and cold,
Or bright and shiny.
This is mother nature.
She is of this world.
She dictates the mood.
She affects mine.
Emotions, constantly changing.
Personality has dynamic,
But lacks character.
It is constantly changing.
Bitter and resentful,
Frustrated and annoyed
Happy & joyous.
This is human nature.
It is of this world.
It dictates our mood.
It affects another.
Mother nature cannot be controlled.
For she is not ours.
Yet mother nature controls me,
Though I am not hers.
Together, we must exist.
We must accept each as we both are.
Though one affects the other.
Based on emotion, not character.
During the storm,
The sky is still the sky,
The ground, is still the ground
The sun is still the sun.
This is the character of mother nature.
The snow may cover the ground,
But the ground remains.
The clouds may cover the sun,
But the sun remains.
Character is always constant.
Nature affects character.
Character is patience, kindness,
Compassion, empathy, forgiving.
Plain and simple,
Our character is love.
Human nature covers human character,
Although it might not be seen,
It still remains.
It is simply covered.
For the mother is of this earth,
The father is of the next.
Emotion defies logic, as logic can defy emotion.
Follow logic?
Or follow emotion?
One cannot follow both.
This is Father God.
Character is not of this world.
It asks us to do right.
Affecting all around us.
It is the silver lining that reminds us.
The sun never disappeared.
It was just covered by nature's emotion.
Even behind the clouds,
It still shines bright.
As does my love.
For which I will live,
Will determine my legacy.
I am the sun.
I am warm.
I am a son.
I am love.
I have a Father and a Mother.
I love them both,
But which defines my creation?
Which one is my first?
Which is my last?
Which is my everything?
First was,
Last is,
And everything always will be.
Like a scale,
One pan determines the position of the other.
The centre, will never change.
It determines the balance.
Human nature on the pans.
Character in the center.
In which do I put my faith?
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Life's Too Short
I let you escape, slip through my fingers
We made our mistakes, but memories linger
Each time I turn a corner I swear I see your face
But I'm standing here alone in the wonder
What I really needed, what made me run away?
Was it just somebody's spell I was under
(Chorus)
We all love on borrowed time, tomorrow's flying blind
And life's too short to be living without you
You laughed at my jokes, broke down my defenses
It's like my heart just awoke, and brought back my senses
I've got my motor running, it's all that I can do
Cause every road I'm taking, is leading back to you
Repeat Chorus
We all love on borrowed time, tomorrow's flying blind
And life's too short to be living without you
And life's too short
And life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone, yeah I'm done now I know that you're gone
I need someone to save me and life's too short, too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short to be living without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short can't be living without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
I can live without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short to be living without you
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Wallowings
I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.
Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.
Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.
Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.
Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:
Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.
As my Mother used to say:
'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Unravel
The bat unravels
His life
By flying high inside the dark caves
But also people went into the dark caves where the bats were
And they never made a sound
Also I congratulated them because they are brave
Eventhough inside of the cave was water and they went for a splash Also
But they caught some eel for them to have for dinner
But the german men that went in the cave found so many water snakes and He caught some water snakes for his dinner and he grilled The water snakes Outside the caves but the other people had to eat The eel raw
But the German men said that the snakes tasted so good that Reminded him of grilled chicken
poem by Aldo Kraas
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To start your life as a character of 120 years when you are in your late thirties, and then go back in time about 20 years later to play the same character who is your own age then, its very complicated, but very interesting.
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Till The Heart Caves In
Orbison/burnett/neuwirth
Stood together in an open field
And shared the secrets that the night revealed
Then wed chase the light racing through the sky
Can we untangle guilt and innocence?
How hard we torture this ambevolence
Night will bring no dawn wheres the power gone?
For Ill steal your dreams while you are sleeping
And sell them for dust and cheap lust
And Ill turn your hope while you are weeping
And cover your eyes with sad lies and dark skies
Come closer to me, on your hands and knees, alone when your wills gone
How much is not enough? , how much is through?
How long will I be getting over you?
How much grief and sin
Till the heart caves in? till the heart caves in? , till the heart caves in?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Character
One should exert character,
For character exhibits your soul
And the soul has a murky appearance,
It decided to be mysterious
But not when you gain character.
The character is an infinity, a logic
For the soul to create, so it does.
My soul worked like yours,
Once it even behaved like a saint
Opening the life around, then virtues surround.
My character is to be a mathematical puzzle,
My character is grand, my grand puzzle.
I have been this achievement from that achievement.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Kind Words
Kind words are always free
as are best intentions of honey bee;
therefore why do not more
give freely of nobility to shine adore?
Kindness is best indicator
to rank true good character;
high ideals moral character
sows fair fruit in all weather.
A noble unknown class
may grow as common as wild grass;
how green is my valley
in this beauty without any hypocrisy?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Quite often my narrator or protagonist may be a man, but I'm not sure he's the more interesting character, or if the more complex character isn't the woman.
quote by Ann Beattie
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It's nice to play a character that has a soulful, dependent, close relationship. It must mean my character is interesting in some way.
quote by Jeff Goldblum
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It's Getting Dark
it's getting dark and the darkness
the darkness thickens no light
it's getting close and the closures
pick remnants of steps apart
it's getting to the caves and the caves
the caves are mind devoured
it's getting to the end and the end
no beginning has discovered
it's getting me trapped and the rats
they lick their wounds - just yelled
it's getting me known in sets
elements I've been expelled
it's getting me centered on axis
on a null an' an x an' y
plus minus zero life taxes
and a VAT tearing the sky
apart apart apart it's getting dark apart
it thickens no light apart
it's getting close apart
pick remnants of steps apart
the caves and minds apart
beginning the end apart
the traps and rats apart
elements sets apart
life and its taxes apart
on a null an' an x an' y
watch the words daily die
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Specifically, we talked about making the character of the prince not so charming, at least in the beginning, and I'm playing around with the preconceptions attached to a character. That's really what intrigued me as well because I thought it would be fun to do it.
quote by Hugh Dancy
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Nature and Woman
Nature and woman
Both are weakness for man
One sheds tear
Another is made to bear
One is ready to offer
Another is ready to suffer
Both identical but different in approach
Noble thoughts for sacrifice as such
Nature is kind
So is the woman very much blind
Gives everything for slight pretext
Without thinking what will be next
Nature has everything in abundance
Women have character by chance
Both stand for giving away the pride
Come closer when wish to confide
Women are worth to be adored
So is the nature to be explored
One may dedicate for whole life
Another may bless for future life
So do we need to be grateful?
Think of wisely and remain faithful
Do nothing contrary to cause harm
When they both are ready to welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Virtue Well Tested
'Patience, my child'
said with a loving touch
to calm the little one's restlessness,
that time is not moving quite fast enough
'Patience, my child'
said with a time tested grin
to teach another of time's leisureliness,
that eventually, life will begin
'Patience, my child'
said with a knowing heart
to mend the young one of their brokeness,
that one day, love will start
'Patience, my child'
said with much sympathy
to give insight to life's wretchedness,
that Providence remains almighty
'Patience, my child'
said to a tired heart and mind
to soothe the pain of his lonliness,
that soon Rest he will find
poem by Katherine Rhodes
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In Answer To Pirandello's Question
if the character steps inside my room
i will perhaps choose the
character
honestly, i still don't have it
i mean,
character, not that character of
your play
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.
quote by John Millington Synge
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Kindness
Kindness is an alien word today,
Eventually bound for extinction.
For angry words that people say
All carry tones of sheer vexation.
If words can swallow each man whole
Then we'll devour each other up,
For rage has taken each man's soul
One sentence then would be enough.
Perhaps it's time we change the tune
And lace our human words with grace
This higher form of life may soon
In time end up without a trace.
For there is only one distinction
That separates man from all the rest
Aside from Love's profound emotion,
Of virtues, Kindness is man's best.
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'But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, perseverance, and long suffering....'
February 2,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I like good stories. Quality products and character are what's important. Even if the script isn't that strong, if I challenge myself with a great character, I'll go for it.
quote by Corin Nemec
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Survivors And Inheritors
Caves, like palaces,
hotels, churches
(and shoes) ,
outlive their tenants.
Tigers came and filled the caves
with snarling and roaring.
After the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima,
more than a hundred Japanese soldiers retreated here.
Most fell on their swords in accordance with custom,
grasping the hilts with both hands,
pulling and falling into an exploding sphere of pain.
The rest cut open their stomachs
and died more slowly, but just as surely.
Their flesh was eaten by tigers and dogs,
their bones mingled with those of prehistoric men
and the residue of earlier tiger feasts.
Thirty five years later, Buddhist monks came,
Japanese, Thai and Chinese,
and chanted mantras
for the salvation and reorientation
of the Japanese spirits,
who returned to Japan.
The earthly elements they left behind
were collected by the Japanese Embassy
(who also took the swords) .
The caves were cleaned.
The tigers stopped coming.
Like deserted Indian Temples,
the caves were left to monkeys,
who jabbered and squabbled
with the sounds of enraged chickens.
Dun, as a boy, came here with his friends,
when they were bored with fishing,
to fight the monkeys for their territory.
Now the worn limestone caverns
are empty, silent, echoing,
teeming with images in parallel worlds,
waiting for the next arrivals.
Tonight one old monkey
sits motionless.
poem by Brian Taylor
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