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We are all Light of the Light....Anger, Hate, Greed, Selfishness, Repression those things the Black Holes to our Light. Humanity is the gift, to Live this life, is for another existence in Time and Space, a Capability, if Learned and Understood to exist in both. To be in the Human form and able to traverse as of the Light. It is not an easy task in this time we are born, But remember the greatest rewards are earned hard thereby appreciated the most.

A sharp edge of night glooms over my heart shadows looms in the dark words with murderous ties kisses wipes say your goodbye. strip of my right to love naked feeling toss a side change sheet fresh meat stumbles in & out .Double life sleep with thy wife answer me or set me free promise made words fade .hollow shell of my heart what dwell beneath the dark fester & spread have thy way with me leave it be HOW I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BOTTOMLESS PIT OF LIES

"what do I do next? " said the bishop to the priest,
"i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast,
And now you say jerusalem has fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen saracen has seized the holy cross."

Then the priest said "oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God in all his mercy will find a just reward,
For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand
Who will be the lord's crusader, send word throughout all the land,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost;"

"tell me what to do", said the king upon his throne,
"but speak to me in whispers for we are not alone,
They tell me that jerusalem has fallen to the hand
Of some bedevilled eastern heathen who has seized the holy land;"

Then the chamberlain said "lord, we must call upon our foes
In spain and france and germany to end our bitter wars,
All christian men must be as one and gather for the fight,
You will be their leader, begin the battle cry,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost"...

Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of jerusalem,
There stood saladin, the king of the saracens,
Whoring and drinking and snoring and sinking, around him his army lay,
Secure in the knowledge that they had won the day;

A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"the christians are coming!" he said, "i have seen their cross in the west,"
In a rage saladin struck him down with his knife
And he said "i know that this man lies,
They quarrel too much, the christians could never unite!

I am invincible, I am the king,
I am invincible, and I will win..."

Close they came, the army of richard the lionheart,
Marching by day and night, with soldiers from every part,
And when the crusaders came over the mountain and they saw jerusalem,
They fell to their knees and prayed for her release;

They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through the city walls,
The heathens were flying and screaming and dying,
And the christian swords were strong,
And saladin ran when he heard their victory song;

"we are invincible, God is the king,
We are invincible, and we will win!"

"what do I do now? " said the wiseman to the fool,
"i have spent my whole life searching, to find the golden rule,
Though centuries have disappeared, the memory still remains
Of those enemies together, could it be that way again? "

Then the fool said "oh you wise men, you really make me laugh,
With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past,
There is only greed and evil in the men that fight today,
The song of the crusader has long since gone away,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost...
Jerusalem."

Read more: Chris De Burgh - Crusader Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Pierdut în suferinta nimicniciei mele,
Ca frunza de pe apa, ca fulgerul în haos,
M-am închinat ca magul la soare si la stele
Sa-ngaduie intrarea-mi în vecinicul repaos;
Nimic sa nu s-auda de umbra vietii mele,
Sa trec ca o suflare, un sunet, o scânteie,
Ca lacrima ce-o varsa zadarnic o femeie...
Zadarnica mea minte de visuri e o schele.

Caci ce-i poetu-n lume si astazi ce-i poetul?
La glasu-i singuratec s-asculte cine vrea.
Necunoscut strecoara prin lume cu încetul
Si nimene nu-ntreaba ce este sau era...
O boaba e de spuma, un cret de val, un nume,
Ce timid se cuteaza în veacul cel de fier.
Mai bine niciodata el n-ar fi fost pe lume
Si-n loc sa moara astazi, mai bine murea ieri.

Carried away in the anguish of oblivion
Leaves in the rain, the fury of thunder
I called like a faun to the sun and heaven
To let me die in peace
My presence on earth is a passing shadow
My life passes like wind, sound and light
I am like a woman crying in the night
The only sanity I retain are flighty dreams.

In all the world, who shall be the poet?
If only he was heard by the stars above
But not known here below
Or noticed by the sand, waves and tide
What does he leave for our time?
A poet being here today is truly a crime
As he should have died ages ago.

ITS TIME TO LAUFH .AND NOT TO CRY .ITS TIME TO LIVE .AND NOT TO DIE .ITS TIME TO THINK OF THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN. ITS TIME TO STOP TO STOP ALL THIS KILLING ITS TIME TO THINK OF EACHOTHER. IT TIME TO LOVE AND BE LOVED AND LOVE ANY GOD WE LOVE..WITHOUT BOOKS..AND PEOPLE..JUST LOVE LOVE LOVE .ITS TIME TO THINK OF MOTHER EARTH .BEFORE SHE SAYS .NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE

If my soul loves you more every day
And the heart for your love palpitates,
Why should not I leave you, my love,
The story, here, of our love, written?

Keep it, and if absence or fate
They want me away from your memory,
Without getting out of your way,
I stay here with our brief history.

If the future gives us all its flowers,
And I live with you as I have dreamed,
To raise a temple to my loves,
This will be the altar of your past.

But if I open my book and I'm dead
And of my love do you still remember,
On the cheers that I dreamed awake
Let a tear fall, my soul ...

These are the holy witnesses,
Of my hours of love, do not destroy them,
Which of the muse that inspired these songs,
My hours of passion are only yours

Save this book! All my woes
And my love sayings are printed.
I leave your heart in these leaves,
You will know if you break them or kiss them ...

So to see you from afar, definitely:
You go with another man; I, with another woman ...
And I know that, like water springing from a fountain,
Those beautiful days can not return.

So, see you from afar and spend smiling,
As if he does not feel what he felt yesterday;
And to make my face indifferent,
And that the gesture of boredom seems like pleasure.

So, seeing you from afar, and not telling you anything,
Nor with a smile, nor with a glance,
And never suspect how much I love you like this;

Because although nobody knows what nobody says,
The whole night is short to dream about you,
And all day long is little to think of you.

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Casey at the Bat

BYERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER

A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

When we are born, we enter the world. This my friends is the start of the circle of life. We get to know our parents and are spoilt by countless relatives. When we are toddlers, we learn to walk and talk. When we are children, we go to school and learn right from wrong. We may find ourselves lucky enough to have a sibling.

When we are teenagers, we decide which path we take for better or for worse. We leave our childhood behind and start to enter adulthood. We may find our first true love and learn to drive a cat and get our first taste of working in the workforce. When we are adults, we travel around. We may marry our childhood sweetheart or someone new and become parents ourselves.

When we are middle aged, we may become grandparents and spoil our children's children. We may think about retirement. When we are old, we start to slow down, this is the saddest part of life. We also know the end is near and therefore plan the next phase of our life in heaven. When we die, we know that the wheel of the circle of life will keep turning as we are not forgotten. This my friends is the circle of life.

Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you!!