| BAM! It's here! |
| The pen and notebook are my weapons of choice. Occasionally I'll do a sketch, but those are either terrible, or really good. The good ones take me a long time of off and on work. Vitae Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight- Ten to make and the match to win- A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote- "Play up! play up! and play the game!" The sand of the desert is sodden red,- Red with the wreck of a square that broke;- The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: "Play up! play up! and play the game!" This is the word that year by tear, While in her place the School is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. This they all with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind- "Play up! play up! and play the game!" |
C'mon
To ActorsGod bless all actors, wherever they may be, For through them we can truly see The splendor of Truth-go, live in the glory, And make every day a worth story.To Actors
But surely, it ends not with curtain call Or when the shut light bulbs throw the pall Of darkness o'er the stage: It's only the start Of more tales and experience to open your hearts.
For life ends not on the actor's stage Nor on the play-script's final page- In fact, for the soul does not have an end, These things limit not, but rather, extend.
And when the final act is done, When the stage
| Ye be warned! There be masses of unrelated faves. Disregard this warning at your own risk! |
| Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not cried nor winced aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. |
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR| This is just a wishlist. It's more of a personal reminder to add this to my Christmas and/or birthday list. |
Day Off
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In this world, Your not alone, You always got friends, till the end, dont cry, just remember, We are in this together...WE FIGHT Till the End, I Wont pretend, I could never do this...Without you by my side, WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER, TILL THE END, FOREVER!
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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In this world, Your not alone, You always got friends, till the end, dont cry, just remember, We are in this together...WE FIGHT Till the End, I Wont pretend, I could never do this...Without you by my side, WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER, TILL THE END, FOREVER!
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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In this world, Your not alone, You always got friends, till the end, dont cry, just remember, We are in this together...WE FIGHT Till the End, I Wont pretend, I could never do this...Without you by my side, WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER, TILL THE END, FOREVER!
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The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
--
The folly of God is more intelligent than the folly of men.
Festina Lente- rush slowly
--
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
-John Keats
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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