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genius:Einstien inventor/artist:Leonardo Davinchi and people who live through rough times and those who present The Clown ___________________________________________________________ "Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mark Hill Left Alone Left alone, he cried out No one to hear him cry No one to share the pain Left alone, his tears shining No one gave him comfort No one told him to have no shame Bottled inside, it festers, it grows The shadow envelops his heart Inside it chokes and until it goes He will remain Left alone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edgar Allan Poe [1829] 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 childhood- 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 lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by- From the thunder, and the storm- And the cloud that took the form (When all the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alone With My Thoughts by Hope Alone With My Thoughts Here I was questioning Closed in a lonely night My mind contemplating Before I began to write Why was it I pondered Inspiration disappeared A mind wanting to write It is what I had feared Knowing I am capable Shadows float wistfully Still sat here pondering What is wrong with me In writing this all down With aching heart to try Inspiration had left me I’m left to ponder why Pensive was the mood Of sadly searching you I know not the reasons My heart was left blue It was never goodbyes Only a fading gradually Alone with my thoughts Pondering where is he Hope ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ASK. ---------------------------------------------------------- Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all convictions, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. -William Butler Yeats ----------------------------------------------------------- It is a cruel world. I care still but do not know why,it does not make sense.I feel split inside and cry alone. I see from others views as well as my own and seem to attract those in pain. For i feel many pains myself. I see things others dont and it scares me or helps me. I am an old soul and unsure if any one can understand me past the physical level. I bite not out of wanting to mostly but crave the feeling of flesh and blood. I wish for some one to care with out having to but only one does and he has left me to join the army... i sometimes feel abandoned due to this. I have many questions and few answers for myself but seem to be able to answer others. I find my gifts a curse as well as a pain. I get visions but not at will,it's draining. I know part of my purpose...it is to help...but I feel I don't belong here. I feel between life and death but i am stubborn enough to not ever give up. My family has these gifts as well but they are not spoken of exept between the one who forced me out upon the world and I. I wonder if you see what lies behind the words or carry on uncurious,unknowingly. ---------------------------------------------------------- Real Pain Can't Be Expressed In Words, Unfortunately To Many People Can Only Express Their Words In Pain.. --------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------