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Post by AtomHeartMother on Feb 6, 2004 4:03:31 GMT -5
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My Passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then--in my childhoods--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
"Alone" by Egdar Allen Poe
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Post by Thetaloops on Feb 6, 2004 17:41:32 GMT -5
This is one of my favorite childhood poems, taught to me by my Grandfather. I met a little elf, down where the lilies grow. I asked him why he was so small and why he did not grow? He cocked his head and with a shining eye He looked me through and through, 'I'm just as big for me said he, as you are big for you.' Great for confidence building.  |
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Post by Thetaloops on Mar 12, 2004 17:22:25 GMT -5
Just a short German proverb, which really hit home. Choose thy love. Love thy choice.  |
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Post by Mech on Mar 12, 2004 23:24:59 GMT -5
 The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed
in fire at the end of 6 thousand years is true.
For the Cherub with his flaming sword is hereby conned to leave
his post at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole of creation
will be consumed, and then appear infinite and holy as
now it appears finite and corrupt.
This will come to pass by an unprovement of sensual enjoyment.
But the first notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to
be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method by
corrosives, which in hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent
surfaces away and displaying the infinite which was once hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man
as it truly is....infinite.
For man has closed himself up till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.William Blake 1790 |
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Post by AtomHeartMother on Mar 23, 2004 2:51:46 GMT -5
These were written by my best friend's
9 year old daughter Savannah: [/color][/size]
GOD
Stars are in the sky,
and also moon,
And suns,
and even god.
But is he for real?
No one will know until that day comes,
and they die in a car crash, car crash.
When you are a baby,
you will decide.
If you want to go to God
Or the Devil,
It's your decision.
TOMORROW[/u]
Tomorrow is another day
So you need to stand up stand up
And make new plans
While you still can.
Tomorrow is like a new galaxy
Because you can do
Anything you want.
Tomorrow could be
The best day of your life.
So don't give up,
That tomorrow you still may have.
[/color]
BTW Savannah can see the color of auras.[/size]
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Post by AtomHeartMother on Apr 11, 2004 22:14:40 GMT -5
I ran across this today at www.geocities.com/Area51/9357/ War Is [/size] War is the taking of another
persons life.
War is making other people fight.
War is the killing of a human life for the gain of
another piece of property.
War is forcing ones beliefs of another persons identity.
War is forcing ones identity into another persons
beliefs.
War is the buying or selling of a life
for involuntary servitude.
War is destroying our earths
real estate.
War is the splitting of a
child's family by court
decree.
War is coveting thy neighbors
wife for all to see.
War is seeing human suffering
from a wrongful deed.
War is the dead at your knees
in a sea of crimson blood.
War is the life of
ones unjust
needs.
War is most definitely wrong my friend as you
can plainly see from here to eternity.
Written By: Mark Allen Pitt
July 25th, 1987 A.D. of
the Gregorian calendar.[/center] |
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