I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day
There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were
First melted off the hope of youth
Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere -
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
"I am the only being whose doom..."
- Emily Jane Brontë
Hi the name's KAI..
I love Nature..
And i love Peace..
I hate Rascism..
I hate Fascism..
I hate Elitism..
I Hate the Extremist..
And most of all i hate VIOLENCE and WAR!!
I wish everyone would stop killing each other
and start saving our Mother Earth instead..
The earth is dying.. :(
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These heroes are dead.
They died for liberty - they died for us. They are at rest. They
sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under
the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing
vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of
sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run
red with other wars - they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the
roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment
for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead.
Robert G. Ingersoll WWW.CEMETERYPRINTS.COM
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Music is the last true voice of the human spirit Quimera
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Salut,
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Deep in my dream the great bird whispered queerly Of the black cone amid the polar waste; Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly, By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced.
Hither no living earth-shapes take their courses, And only pale auroras and faint suns Glow on that pitted rock, whose primal sources Are guessed at dimly by the Elder Ones.
If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder What tricky mound of Nature’s build they spied; But the bird told of vaster parts, that under The mile-deep ice-shroud crouch and brood and bide.
God help the dreamer whose mad visions shew Those dead eyes set in crystal gulfs below! -H. P Lovecraft
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl
Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh
Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna
Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís,
Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú.
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
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