Are we the result of whimsical chance? Must we live our lives governed by peculiaur circumstance and strange coinicidence? I thinnk not. Whoever or whatever shuffles our bones must surely be graced with more wit than that.Though at times you can most assuredly be forgiven for thinking otherwise.
Unknown "gilbert" Emo - 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago

Remember remember the fifth of november
The gunpowder treason and plot
I see no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

Short but sweet. I love that verse, trust the government to persecute someone and then immortalize them.
Unknown "gilbert" Emo - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

I counldn't fit the whole poem but you get the idea awesome poem

The Raven-Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!


Unknown "gilbert" Emo - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

I bless all who enter here;
Irish Blessing
May the ground always rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the rain fall softly upon your fields
and the sun shine warmly upon your face
And may god keep you safe
In the palm of his hand
Untill we meet again
Unknown "gilbert" Emo - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago

Are the days born blind needing humankind to observe to make the day a reality? Or is it humankind who is blind, and the birth of days lends to us it's sight so we can record it's passing through the measured trend of hours?

It may sound backwards but it's an interesting question. Its the same as the old saying: If a tree falls in the woods and there is nobody around to hear it does it make a sound? Does reality exsist because we perceive it or does reality make us real by imposing itself upon us? I would like to hear some opinions on the subject.
Unknown "gilbert" Emo - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago