This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
, genre: genre painting, style: Romanticism, gallery name: Fitzwilliam Museum (University of Cambridge), Cambridge, UK, tags: female-portraits, Lady, Outerwear, Victorian fashion, costume design, completition: 1858.
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What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
Some suggested that the pharaoh's curse was biological in nature.
- Lab studies have shown some ancient mummies carried mold, including Aspergillus niger and Aspergillus flavus, which can cause congestion or bleeding in the lungs.
- Bacteria such as Pseudomonas and Staphylococcus may also grow on tomb walls, causing lung problems.
However, the idea that an underground tomb, after 3,000 years, would have some microorganism in it that would kill somebody weeks later is highly unlikely.
So, you need to understand that, it is part of life and you need to move on. Otherwise, one day you will wake up in life asking your ownself - How do I got here?
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My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.
They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.
Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.
Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...
Sometimes older people mistakenly remember kids in the past as more accomplished.
And todays youth will likely consider the generation after them to be deficient.
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What if tomorrow never comes will we miss what we did yesterday how bout what we did last . if tomorrow never comes will we forget the things we did in the past , will we forget the ones we love . if tomorrow never comes what will happen with to day will our memories fade away out of those who we care so much about .
what will happen with the world as we know it should it crumble and fall beneath us if tomorrow never comes . Shall all we fought so hard to protect die without us if tomorrow never comes.will we still be happy when were dead will we still be around in some way shape or form if tomorrow never comes...........
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