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My question is found in six of five; For an answer, please don't contrive. Second to last of twenty-six, And please don't say "the crucifix." The answer, I'm afraid, is only to die; This answer, my friends, is why I cry.

It is who you love enough to give presents; The stranger you help without hesitance; The children playing in the yard across the street; The old friend you can hardly wait to meet. It is what you do with your free time; The meter, the rhythm and rhyme; The rose that falls on top of your porch; The fire that dances gleefully on the torch. It is where you spend your off afternoons; The jungle of green before the monsoon; The local park after a long winter snow; The underside of the tree – a present with a bow. It is when the fireflies come out to play; The morning – “Hi daddy,” your children say; The boiling af

   Throughout most of the world's major religions, and many minor, there is a generic rule to follow. In Christianity, it is one of the - if not the - most important commandment. This commandment has come to be known as the "Golden Rule." Now, my father stresses that the Golden Rule is simply 'he who has the gold makes the rules.' An interesting idea, which is (in some countries) really the case. But, moving on, if you don't know it, the GR is 'do unto others as you would have done unto you.' In today's language, it would basically read 'treat others the way you would like to be treated.'   Now, on the other hand of this, we have the relati

   To begin, I almost entitled this "Date - marriage for an entree, with love on the side" However, before I even began typing the actual essay, I realized that I know little to nothing about marriage outside of the Christian church. That being said, throughout this article, I will be referring to marriage only within the Christian church. Also, when you bring children into the picture, some things might change. But I will be talking about marriage between to people and nothing further. That having been said, let's move on.   I wanted to start this with the most important part of any marriage: the vows. Verbatim, from weddingclipart.com (fi

   There have been many a time when either myself or another individual has brought up this question. Is there really a point in philosophy? Or theology? Or theory? Or anything of the such? Of course there is. I knew this had to be my first post here, otherwise people might pass off my whole entire site here. So, my explanation is this, and it isn't complicated or long. Donnie Darko says something along the lines of 'I could spend my whole life debating it, and in the end I'd have no resolution.' He's speaking of theology, the view of agnosticism, and why he accepts it. Because you could never debate it all.   Does that mean we have to give

He walked back into the house, the stench hitting him in the face immediately.  It was the smell of hate.  It was the rancid odor of disappointment, of disgust, of disbelief.  He sighed and shook his head, trying to ward off his own senses.  Then he walked to his computer and sat down, typing: "     He walked back into the house, the stench hitting him in the face immediately.  It was the smell of hate..."

I wake alone within the dead of night, No person lies beside me now in bed. I will find peace, because of my dream-sight; Find refuge down within my restless head. I miss you so, my dear, I miss you so; There's not a thing to do albeit to wait. You have already struck with Cupid's bow; I bit just like a fish drawn to the bait. So here I lay, anticipation high. I know I get to see you soon, my dear, But now I drift to sleep with heavy sigh. Call out to me, sweet love!  Alread' I hear… For happiness within the other side, So I shall seek, whenever you shall hide.

I wake up in a white room, My head is pounding all around; One after another resounding boom, The pain as deafening as the sound. I find that I'm alone in here, Not a soul albeit mine own. Though, I still can't think: my head's not clear And filled with such hateful tone. I don't remember my arrival, Though I know why I'm committed- I killed my wife, "For her own survival;" Around her throat my hands were fitted. She wasn't aware of my intentions, But knew she feared the pain ahead, I gave her no time to make objections; I strangled her on her cancer-ridden bed. I told the judge of my merciful killing- That I just wanted to s

Walking through the wilderness once, I came across a man impaired. He had been shot, and His blood was black as night. He motioned me to come closer; Bending at the neck, he whispered, "Please, Sir, smile at me." I weighed it in my mind quickly: He mustn't have long to live; 'T would cost me but a second or two. The scales of decision are tipped already, Though not by my own mind's workings- For he is now 21 grams lighter. I had asked, "What does it cost of me?" I found myself later to ask, "What did it cost of him?"