You are a child of the universe,

If you compare yourself with others,you may become vain and bitter;

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

Except that all agreeGladly or miserablyThat the Law isAnd that all know this,

Law is the wisdom of the old,The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,Law is the senses of the young.

I came home with bloody knuckles and it was the first piece of artwork my family hung on the fridge.

But we choose how we fight the war,

nd now: it is easy to forgetwhat I came for

I am she: I am he

the sea is not a question of power

I am blacking out and yetmy mask is powerfuli

I thought to myself, 'Someday that could be me'."

The word repurpose,It means to take an object and give it amnesia.

We learn that the heart is the same size as the fist,But we keep forgetting they don't have the same functions.We keep telling each other to man the fuck up

All made by things that were used to take people's lives,But now they create sound that puts life back into people's bodies,Which is you say a weapon will always be a weapon,But we choose how we fight the war,

Like love we often weep.Like love we seldom keep

Others say, Law is our Fate;Others say, Law is our State;

Law is The Law.

Law is the wisdom of the old,

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,

I can’t do it, you say it’s killingme, but you thrive, you glowon the street like a neon raspbe

, thenof sharp knives.

It hurts to love wide open

To have without holding-Marge Piercy-Learning to love differently is hard,

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,

ecause I love you more than I can say,If I could tell you I would let you know

ime will say nothing but I told you so.

These are the things we have learned to doWho live in troubled regions.

the insistent whineOf weather through the unsealed aperture.

Time in the hand is not control of time,

Weather abroadAnd weather in the heart alike come onRegardless of prediction.

against

The glass has been falling all the afternoon,

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gestureI love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evidentthe art of losing’s not too hard to masterthough it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, ornext-to-last, of three loved houses went.The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

Or waves break loud on the seashores;Where blew a flower may a flower no moreLift its head to the blows of the rain;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

And death shall have no dominion.

was drawnFrom ev’ry depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—

You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;

owever humble;

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.

even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story.

a returnto the strange idea of continuous living despitethe mess of us, the hurt, the empty

cherry limbs shovingtheir cotton candy-colored blossoms

fuchsia funnels

Like love we don't know where or why,Like love we can't compel or fly,Like love we often weep.Like love we seldom keep.

Others say, Law is our Fate;Others say, Law is our State;

Law is the clothes men wear

Law is only crimes

Law is The Law.

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,

Desiring nought but how to kill desire.

Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought,

Desire, desire ! I have too dearly bought,

cradle of causeless care

Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare,Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought

he began to remember at the minute of the fireflies, to the sound of pipe water banging in kerosene tins,

She was the lamplight in the stare of two mesmerized boys still joined in one shadow, indivisible twins.

there was her own lamp at the black twist of the path.

Sunset would threaten

old snake shedding its skin

The caption said that it was made out of a rifle.I thought to myself, 'Someday that could be me'."

When we don't know what the fuck that even means.

But we keep forgetting they don't have the same functions.

I came home with bloody knuckles and it was the first piece of artwork my family hung on the fridge.I remember staring at my hands the same way you stare at a midterm when all your answers are correct.

I wonder how long it took to convince the first rifle that it can hold a note instead of a bullet but still fire into a crowd and make everyone move.

nd from this I learned that even the most destructive instruments can still create a melody worth dancing to,

government

The Mexican government confiscates approximately 30,000 illegal firearms per year.'

So that I wink or else hold down my head,

Will hardly come to play again with fire,

hold my louring head so low,

The mouse which once hath broken out of trap Is seldom ’ticèd with the trustless bait

I can’t do it, you say it’s killing me, but you thrive, you glow on the street like a neon raspberry, You float and sail, a helium balloon bright bachelor’s button blue and bobbing on the cold and hot winds of our breath,

It pesters to remember the lover who is not in the bed, to hold back what is owed to the work that gutters like a candle in a cave without air, to love consciously, conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch ; to love and let go again and again

It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles that feel as if they are made of wet plaster,

love with the doors banging on their hinges,

Learning to love differently is har

I’ll keep from my children.

You could make this place beautifu

I’ve shortened mine

I keep this from my children.

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world

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