As night drops upon my branch The snow falls upon me Wind howls its song of death I know my time is up What should I do? All my Brothers lay forth before me In the barren wasteland below I have but one question to ask myself What Should I do? One by one I
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When all the lights go out
When all the lights go out Fire will rise again Warmth emits from small flames burning Entertainment is created from brains And transportation requires movement Food comes from nature and cans We rely on labor to provide Awareness is reborn in people As we wait for the sun to rise and set Only the cognizant
- February 16, 2011
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Questions Without Answers
Perhaps I should start off by making one thing clear: I know nothing about anything I’m about to write about. This article is purely engendered from curiosity – it’s merely my personal exploration of questions that happen to interest me. I haven’t read much work of the great philosophers or scientists, (although I do have
- February 14, 2011
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Searching for Meaning with Saba Hank
I was in a new school. New teachers, new classmates, new bus route, new schedule. I was struggling. My new middle school classes were difficult enough. Having to make friends at the same time was completely overwhelming. I found myself at once isolated and confused, determined but uncertain. Worst of all was the lack of
- January 31, 2011
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In Pursuit of Legacy
The memories echoed amidst be-dreaded winds, A bitterness sorely felt. The sceptre of war, the tragedy of sin, A darkness that must be dealt. For the wither’d embers of waning dusk, hath cast its bloody glow. Upon man’s yonder shore, as sure as fates’ doom’d to know. ‘Tis graveyard lingers sullen ghosts of humanity’s deserted
- January 26, 2011
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