Roll the Dice – Bukowski Artvilla

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

Source: Roll the Dice Poem by Bukowski – Artvilla

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Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Source: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou – Poems | Academy of American Poets

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If — If you can fill the unforgiving minute

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If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Source: If— by Rudyard Kipling | Poetry Foundation

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The Genius Of The Crowd – Beware those who are always reading books

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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Source: The Genius Of The Crowd by Charles Bukowski – Hello Poetry

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Quotable Quotes

Don’t confuse movement with progress. Don’t just aspire to make a living, desire to make a difference. ~ Denzel Washington


Show me a person who assumes, and I will show you a person who is disappointed in life. ~ john c. Maxwell


You must expect great things of yourself before you can do them ~ Michael Jordan

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Ultraterrestrial

Aitutaki Dream

I am so I become. I can so I will. I can’t draw but I can create an artist doing a piece of art with a trillionth pixel-quality. I conceive intelligence without as if I knew within. If incarnation is real then that’s why. My dreams are concretely and abstractly real where I smell, taste as well as feel what I touch. I can playback my forgotten past experiences, sometimes unconsciously, as though they have never existed. My mind can guess real words I have never heard of and define them with acute precision. I am in every way superior to my former self in my deductions and reactions. I live within an infinite ream of realities hence consciously existing as the same me within different existential dimensions.

I will be remembered! They will recite my words like an anthem. They will recall me like Krishna. I. I choose to live forever. To eternity. Forever and ever.

By gravity assist I will do it all. I just have to find the right trajectory! The pin-point exit point within me for my strength to burst out. For my divinity to shape my imaginations into realities. Can’t I untie my tie? Can’t I transcend my mortality? I can so I will! It doesn’t matter how many times I fall, like a phoenix, I shall always rise.

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Absolute

You fill the room with a chilling graciousness;

You are before the best, beyond impeccable;

You satisfy all senses with complete contentment;

Your eyes glow with vivacious youth;

You split the air with your immaculate scent;

You… Just you… only you are absolute in my soul!

So… fat, thin, plump, slim, baby you are just perfect;

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I Will Act Now

Never has there been a map, however carefully executed to detail and scale, which carried its owner over even one inch of ground. Never has there been a parchment of law, however fair, which prevented one crime. Never has there been a scroll, even such as the one I hold, which earned so much as a penny or produced a single word of acclamation. Action, alone, is the tinder which ignites the map, the parchment, this scroll, my dreams, my plans, my goals, into a living force. Action is the food and drink which will nourish my success. – I Will Act Now (Og Mandino)

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