If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone. John J. Geddes More Quotes by John J. Geddes More Quotes From John J. Geddes Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed. John J. Geddes hurt mean people I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us. John J. Geddes moon dark writing The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows. John J. Geddes berries sparrows winter December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory. John J. Geddes summer winter memories It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul. John J. Geddes women soul beautiful I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind. John J. Geddes illumination mind beauty Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night. John J. Geddes christmas stars healing When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears. John J. Geddes soulmate hands thinking I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. John J. Geddes wheels mind winter Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths. John J. Geddes reflection attention world I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath John J. Geddes apology swim water When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls. John J. Geddes tissues soul perfect And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now. John J. Geddes turns loneliness fear You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands. John J. Geddes distance anger hands A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing. John J. Geddes touching sensual soul Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows. John J. Geddes lines summer winter That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror... John J. Geddes glasses reflection fire Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way. John J. Geddes broken-heart different two Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart. John J. Geddes dog fear heart Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field. John J. Geddes orange reflection dark
