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Moon Can't be alive in front of Sun's Eye..

MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.

Mungu yupo nje ya macho yetu.

Murphy alichanganyikiwa. Hakujua nini kilitokea na kwa nini. Ila, ghafla, alipotupa macho kushoto aliona kitu. Joka kubwa lilitambaa, ingawa kwa shida, kwa sababu ya sakafu, na kumfuata kummaliza. Murphy alijua joka hata angefanya vipi, hakuwa na uwezo wa kujikinga. Alipotaka kupiga kelele ili walinzi wa nje waje, Murphy alishindwa. Nyuma ya joka – katika mkia – kuna kitu kiling’aa, kikamshangaza! Muujiza ulimtokea Murphy lakini kitu kikamwambia aite walinzi wa nje ili waje wamuue yule nyoka. Lakini kabla hajapiga kelele, alisikia sauti; si ya mwanamume. Ya mwanamke!

My Dreams are not in my eyes My Eyes are on my Dreams

My eyes were closed, they're open now

My ears hear colors and my eyes see sounds.

My eyes go from green to fifty shades of gray, They do vary, eye to eye, over the sky, it's true. And you can always count on them being gay, Even though it turns out they are actually blue!

My eyes hurt... but there is something more... I can't stop listening to horror.... now I am going to be in darkkkk.

My eyes constantly seek the rainbow of my dreams and I sometimes fail to be grateful for raindrops that keeps my hope alive

My eyes so stuck in night vision I watch the decaying praised come back from the afterlife. By far, purple seed dreams redeem the faith among the lit palm trees, as each section settles in, wiping out my future with a comet sent by your divine lips forgotten by the teeming atmospheric dark age I now dwell in encrypting the awakening language gone up in sweet smoke, teasing stretched heels in the midnight air.

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise.

My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes.

My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

Neke oci svetlucaju kao vatromet.

No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.

No one needs to write an autobiography, because everyone's life is already hidden in their glances!

Nice" said Paul staring transfixed at Fran's delicate and extreme gaze, like that of a skeleton with eyeballs, or a person with their face peeled off.

Oci su kao galaksije. Nedostizne, neobjasnjive. Toliko prostrane, toliko tajnovite.

Not your eyes but the capacity of your mind determines how well you see the things happening around you!

...now open your mind by closing your eyes see the unseen world within you which lies From the poem 'The Unseen World

Oci su obuzete daljinom, emotivnom razdaljinom izmedju nas dvoje.

O God open our eyes to see the wonders of your holy word.

No tongue can speak more sentimental than the eyes screaming for love!

Observe the eyes, for they are the windows to her soul.

Ochi ce cheama somnul din goluri si il beau.

Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her.

Oh, this was a cold day In Peter's wonderful town! The shadow grew dense, and the sundown Like purple fire lay. Let him not want my eyes fair Prophetic and never-changing All life long verse he'll be catching - My conceited lips' empty prayer.

One thing that creates difference between pilgrims of life as they journey along the various paths of life is their head. It makes some fall, others rest and some pursue to the farther. The reason for the difference is not the size, shape, hair color or the style of their head but what is within their head, what fills their mind, what enters their ears; what their eyes look and see, what their ears hear and listen to; make some champions of life and others wanders of life.

One look into your beautiful eyes, and my self-loathing soul felt envy. I had become vulnerable that instant...helpless, wanting, hating, resenting, loathing...” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)

On her one glance upwards, enough paintings are created by heavenly maidens on the magical canvas of god.

On the path to Conquer the throne, some of your pawns must die... If your eyes aim the big kill, you must learn to eat humble pie.

Only the ones whose hearts have been conquered by LOVE know the secret language of the eyes. Leave trails of love today, perhaps others might be brave enough to follow

Open your eyes. This horrible mess is your life. There is no sense in waiting for it to get better. Stop putting it off and live it.

Open your eyes and breathe deeply. Wisdom is in the air.

Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat.

On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.

On wings of moonlight Beneath the stars Breathing time I shall find Your eyes (fragment from "Beatitude", chapter Hope)

Open your eyes wide and see yourself breaking new territories... Believe what you see; arise and shine beyond all challenges. Shine the brighter light in you!

Order is a slippery thing: it's in the eyes of the beholder and the judgments of the powerful. Safety is clearer: it's freedom from violence and intrusion.

Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.

Or maybe they just accept that it's wrong in God's eyes, although not in their own, and they'll worry about sorting it out later.

Our ancestors wholeheartedly sacrificed their lives to fight against tyranny, and we are allowing that very same tyranny to exist! Let us open our eyes!

Our eyes are sentinels unto our judgements, And should give certain judgement what they see; But they are rash sometimes, and tell us wonders Of common things, which when our judgments find, They can then check the eyes, and call them blind.

Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday.

Our jobs determine what we deem more important: a painter is likely to claim that he or she would rather be deaf than be blind, whereas a singer is likely to claim the opposite.

Our silences were our real conversations. Our eyes were our real language.

Ouvrir les yeux est un antidote au désespoir.

O woman, father says natural is beautiful so why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes? Why do you remove the hair on your legs and draw them into your brows? Why do you hold your breath lest your stomach show and hold your fart lest they know that you’re a human? O woman, father says natural is beautiful so why do you straighten your hair to curl it next and pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex? Why do you dumb yourself down and push your breasts up? Why do you smile when you’re told to and love when you don’t want to? When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautiful but that is doubtful for what does father know he’s only a fellow.