Stewart Stafford Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. Cometh The Day by All his life, he'd just been a pawnAnd each day, another false dawnThen the vagaries of the stateBecame his to dictateAnd his enemies never looked so forlorn.© , 2020. All rights reserved.

2. Knowledge is knowing many things. Wisdom is applying that knowledge to life as logical solutions and new perspectives.

3. Anonymous quotes are the unmarked graves of literature, and their lost, tragic authors its unknown soldiers.

4. December is... by December is all that we give,And whatever we receive,It is those who surround us,And those who have taken leave.December is celebrating light,Where only darkness dwells,It is the ripping of wrapping paper,And tempting culinary smells.December is letting go,Of all the past year's fails,And starting anew in January,As time again chases its tail.© , 2021. All rights reserved.

5. From The Darkest Depths by Salvation swallowed in a bleak abyss,Of impossibly lost and betrayed souls,Swarming screams of frantic contrition,Clawing collisions in a drowning grip.Drops of reason cascade down the vortex,Falling infinitely through the fallen infamy,Snaking doubt constructing every delusion,Of false idols, prophets, and graven images.Scaling its putrescent and lacerating walls,Is a repentant struggle beyond endurance,Then distant dawn appears, growing nearer,Darkness fades and a basking reign forms.© , 2022. All rights reserved

6. If Time Never Flew by If a horologist froze time at dusk,And there was no day or night,Or days, months, and years,What then for Earth’s masters?Winged time stilled in a bell jar,A castaway preserved in aspic,Or stickily-entombed in amber,Statuesque life an infinite daymare.Boredom creeping up slowly,A lockdown without progress,The horologist would thaw time,Freeing reality’s ebb and flow.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

7. Ilf Time Never Flew by If a horologist froze time at dusk,And there was no day or night,Or days, months, and years,What then for Earth’s masters?Winged time stilled in a bell jar,A castaway preserved in aspic,Or stickily-entombed in amber,Statuesque life an infinite daymare.Boredom creeping up slowly,A lockdown without progress,The horologist would thaw time,Freeing reality’s ebb and flow.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

8. In Plain Sight by How can I show the real me?My voice breaking as I speak,Parched hope's cracked lips,Delphic in this solitary chic.Vitriol cannot reach my shore,The purge reveals little to hide,Or does rage fester within me?A cannibal cheerleader inside.No father around guiding me,Burnt by mother's acid divide,Cataracts of persona non grata,A transient hat tipped in a lie.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

9. Insecurity is the enemy of knowledge.

10. Knowledge is knowing many things. Wisdom is applying that knowledge to life as logical solutions and new perspectives.

11. One Lying Jeep by Pavlov's dogs got hold of,Occam's Razor and shaved,Archimedes in the bath while,Pureeing Newton's apple core.Ecstasy = McDonald's Squared,Leaning Tower of Pizza Experiment,A swirl of Higgs Boson minestrone,Quaffed blind with Halley's Vomit.Ignore a Big Bang in your black hole,Red Giant piggybacking a White Dwarf,Massive obelisk stuck in the Stargate,Happy Doomsday to you - lights out.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

12. Seasons Fore by Winter elbows its way to prominence,Placid Spring gradually lays on the land,To presage Summer’s teeming exuberance,Before Autumn messily rents all asunder.Niveous shroud, promising blossom,Roaring greenery and russet capitulation,Four seasons and their intricate combinations,Alighting passengers in another year of life.Nature’s window dressing encircles,Time’s passing at the grandfather clock,As heartbeats throb and ebb eternally,The closing of an eyelid, our pacemaker.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

13. The number one question people ask writers is: Where do you get your ideas from? I've given up saying my imagination. Now I say I meet a person of restricted height named Eric in an alleyway once a month and hand him a brown envelope of cash, and he gives me the ideas. Then I tell him I'll see him the following month. People get excited when they hear this and say: 'Really???' And I say no. They hadn't noticed that I'd used my imagination again.

14. The Springtime Guest by From winter's wounded sleep,Dear Nature rouses itself again,Bearing no ill will for the scars,Timely movement blooms again.Bursting colour, praising birdsong,Easy smiles when sprightly of step,Lambs and cats frolic in sunny play,Banishing winter's despair for now.Welcome warm kisses on the wind,Summer's young sibling promises,Much more to come in rolling time,With comfort in the heart of progress.© , 2022. All rights reserved.

15. The Waiting Room by The waiting room lay empty,Gloom-prowled, leather-studded seats,A ceiling fan spun lonely circles above,Keeping no one in particular cool at all.Portrait of a rose in a shadowy alcove,A pair of empty street scenes framed,Mirroring the deserted room where they hung,Creating the vacuum of an infinity void.A wreath of hope on the door,The first patient of the day lumbers in,Where there's one, there'll be others,Smiles from all at the start of the day.© , 2021. All rights reserved.

16. Writing is the spectrum through which the chaos of life can be seen, studied and understood.