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Tale of Two Cities RenditionIt was the most secure of times, it was the most unsure of times. They were the liveliest of times and they were the deadliest of times. It was an age of selfishness; it was an age of altruism. We had everything within us, we had nothing without us. We knew truth, but only spoke lies. We pursued self-satisfaction yet brought self-destruction.
In the year of the Lord two thousand and eight, there was a leader with a brown face, and a woman with deceptive eyes. There was also a hero with a wan face, and also was another man with mischievous mind.
One would yell, the other would counter. One make peace, the other launch shrapnel. Neither stood up, but they never sat down. Both were honest, yet both were liars. One stood for universal freedom and the other stood for selective rights. Both stood for liberty, yet one laid down for it. Both preached to the people, but never prayed for the people. Their days were bright, yet all could be seen was dark. Where life once held them together, polit
Chaotic LoveCalls upon me tire me to the bone, where once I could have felt alive, now I feel forlorn exhausted to the brim, my melancholy, oh, my sin. How I wish these iniquities would disappear! Ive done what hes asked, Ive done all I can stand, where once I am to abandon all that made sense...how hard it is to lie, to preserve the turmoil which I feed upon in life my trust, my love, all things once sustained, now nothing more than ghostly powder, glassy casts of illusion why did you tell me to force her away, Arcadius, was it to make me blind did you expect me to grow, or did you expect me to die? Why my Kesaltas, youve done what youve can to keep me here, when something alone from me, wants you to depart and not listen to anyone else. When real emotion leaves you blind to the wisemans word, if what is felt, doesnt allow you to suppress your verbiage, if what you say, is misconceived within yourself, where people hear the truth and y
Essay on CapitalismAdam Rose
There isnt much that causes war better than lack of recognition. Within, mans overwhelming desire to be recognized for his right to possess resources causes destruction of cities, lives, and even pillaging of natural resources. But what if all humanity could get the natural resources they need by free trade and summarily being recognized for possessing those rights? Thus, while lack of resources can cause wars, proper equity and trade of needed resources through the free market can end wars and resolve them to never happen again.
The link between natural resources and recognition has been extensive. In ancient times, the access to bronze-making determined the success of a culture [Starr 209]. In these times, war was a way of communicating ones strength. Valor, strength, and honor were universal aspects and the access to the iron and tin which make bronze determined the knowledge of a nations power.
Not much different from then is the struggle f
Vampyre PoemLife, the pallor of it once was definite in my heart.
My skin now is cool, and my blood is thin.
The vampires who dried me,
Curdle my skin.
But their touch, the divine touch of the damned,
It is pity their fangs define them.
For despite ethereal evil, these soulless monsters,
Demonic spirits, formidable epitaphs,
They speak with fluency, ever so clear.
Ive turned to them before,
And Im damned to do again.
It is terrible,
The wraith came from the one I love.
And no longer, can I feel if her love or I even exist.
But the vampires virus,
Beside me, trails of blood are now dabbed across the floor,
I woke up from great slumber only to feed once more,
My lips curdle with vengeance,
My mouth turns red with envy
Yet I cry alone to myself:
Oh great wrath! Take me once again to transform,
To shine as an amalgam of perdition and soul!
Take me to great heights, where I am greater than them all,
Where these fangs are of use,
Where these hands are of great power.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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