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OblivionThe day was calm. The air was still. There was no sound. I sat there, staring into the valley before me. I sat there, deep in thought, delving into the journey that had brought me there. I thought back to when I had left home that day many years ago. Remembered the tears that had streamed down my face. I felt the passion form that long ago day well up inside me once again. Yet it was quickly replaced by with something else. It was there and had been for a long time. That feeling was one that I have been accustomed to living with. That feeling was one of emptiness. It came with the realization that this world is empty, that nothingOblivion
by ~Meatloversunite
BlackIn the darkness we are scared. Our imaginations run wild,Black
We hear movements We feel the air.
Yet when we embrace this darkness we sense what wasn’t there before. We become one with the elements, both living and non. We find peace with what is and what may be. We know this peace and yearn for it.
Yet this peace is forever eluding us Forever defeated by the world. But in our finest hour We enter that endless dream
And we are at peace forever.
by ~Meatloversunite
We RememberOn the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we remember. We remember those who died. Those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for their fellow man. We remember the men and women who witnessed the sights we can only imagine, and hope to never experience. We comfort those who lost their loved ones; fathers, daughters, brothers, mothers, sisters and sons. We grieve the dead, many of them decades gone, some only recently passed on. We pay tribute to those who are fighting today, in nations across the globe. On this day each year we wear little red flowers, to show that we remember, thatWe Remember
by ~Meatloversunite
The WindThe wind blew across my face. I took a breath, a deep inhale. I allowed it to fill me, not only with air, but memories. For that wind had been forever blowing. It remembers the sea, the mountains and the fields of grass. It had blown across the desert, the marshes and the ice. And when I took that wind into my body, I shared those memories. Thousands of years of history passed in front of my eyes. Scenes of joy, of great journeys, scenes of peace and war. The sickly sweet smell of blood intermingling with the harsh clash of steel. A hint of the fresh air after a rain, cleansed of the dust from days gone by. The essence of life. The wind contaThe Wind
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"Si vis pacem, para bellum " = "If you seek peace, prepare for war"
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Come into my world...
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Just a single person trying to help many.
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"Si vis pacem, para bellum " = "If you seek peace, prepare for war"
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Just a single person trying to help many.
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Shut up & eat poutine!
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...and, like all illusions, they fade over time until death banishes them forever.
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