i once saw a face, it was so beautiful, it began to drown my soul, quicker as she stood in leather lace, and time began to unfold, I could hear the melody starting to pull, so i grasped her mystical flow, towards the heart, which began to beat, did not know her, nor knew where to start, when or how could we meet, deep started to call on deep, and in my heart and soul began for her to weep, i need an explanation, for such a moment, but as soon as i was told, i found out she was heaven sent! I can't understand the concept, emotions in a rage, but why writing tears on this last page, she may not understand and she may not care, but truly she is more than the crystal clear, morning of fog and light, truly god sent beauty to my sight, for this is the day i met grace, and yes she stood in leather lace!
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Friedrich Nietzsche once said that our happiness consists of the possession of a non-negotiable truth. Today, we no longer have such non-negotiable truths. Instead, we have an over-abundance of information.
I am not sure that the information society is a continuation of the Enlightenment. Maybe we need a new kind of enlightenment. On a new enlightenment, Nietzsche noted: “It does not suffice that you realize the ignorance in which humans and animals live, you also have to have the will to be ignorant and learn more.
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Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?
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, tags: Ceiling, Pattern, completition: 1968.
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I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
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, genre: genre painting, style: Purism, tags: Graphic design, completition: 1942.
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Some of the best books I have found are through recommendations. It’s either my bookworm friends or through podcasts of people I admire recommending a book that ends up on my shelf.
Although I refrain from pushing people to read books I have loved, but there are certain books that I can’t shut up about. They have helped me tremendously, and as my way of giving back to the authors, I have recommended some of these books over a hundred times.
Sean Combs Will Remain Jailed Until Judge Rules on Third Bail Request
A federal judge is still weighing the music mogul's arguments that he should be freed while awaiting trial on sex trafficking and racketeering charges.
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A 2,000-Year-Old Roman Road Found in London | Artnet News
An ancient Roman road has been unearthed directly beneath modern-day London's Old Kent Road.
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Alice Brock, Restaurant Owner Made Famous by a Song, Dies at 83
Arlo Guthrie’s antiwar staple “Alice’s Restaurant” was inspired by a Thanksgiving Day visit to her diner in western Massachusetts.
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