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Tag Archives: Death
Strange & Eternal
Not a law firm but a continuing theme…. Strange & Eternal by Michael Romani Strange and eternal We walk into the infernal Nightmare of crimson skies Mist rising before our eyes Walking alone down a dirt road Remembering lessons learned … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Abraxas, Absrasive, Alone, Believe, Blasphemy, Crimson, Cruel, Dark, Death, Deceive, Demons, Deserve, Dread, Eternal, Haunted, Hope, Infernal, Lessons, Light, Mist, Mock, Other, Panpipe, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Red Skies, Ritual, Secret, Serve, Silence, Solitude, Strange, Strories, Violence
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Tomorrow Begins
Life is filled with twists and turns. Where there isn’t always understanding, maybe acceptance is enough? Tomorrow Begins by Michael Romani Blinded by the brilliance of the light Tomorrow begins again in our tonight Stumbled falling and I am here … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Arrival, Circus, Crown, Crush, Death, Dignity, Dream On, Dreams, Family, Friend, Frown, Handshake, Integrity, Kinship, Last Breath, Learn, Light, Love, Luck, Night, Parade, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Revival, Run Away, Rush, Smile, Spot Light, Springboard, Struck, Stuggle, Stumble, Three Ring, Tomorrow, Tonight
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We Belong
All of us have something in our together that we don’t have separately. That’s how life is best lived, together. Joined at the soul where we belong. That thought was illustrated nicely in the last part of Mowgli. From … Continue reading
In the Shimmer
Will there come a day that AI becomes more human than human? What would the implications be if AI comes to replicate itself by fusing with other AI? What about if AI developed feelings and the desire to create as … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged AI, Angel, Beauty, Call, Cascade, Crash, Cry, Death, Die, Dimmer, Fad, Fall, Fear, Fight, Flight, Forgot, Glory, Heartbreak, Heed, Home, Joy, Life, Memory, Need, Night, Pain, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pricless, Rain, Reason, Saviors, Shimmer, Shore, Siren, Sorrow, Story, Tears, Thought, Tomorrow, Trust, Waves
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On Coming Home Again
Is death just returning home again? Some say so. I don’t know. On Coming Home Again by Michael Romani It’s a matter of fact There’s no going back Only moving ever forward Hoping this moment takes us toward The new … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Accept, Accumulation, Aground, Alone, Atone, Aybss, Day, Death, Die, Edge, Eternity, Fact, Family, Forward, Future, Gentle, Going Back, Happiness, Home, Loss, Mercy, Midnight, New World, Night, Peace, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Sorrow, Still, Surrender, Terms, Tombstone, Tomorrow, Toss, Toward, Twilight, Worms
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First Principles: A Debt of Gratitude Is Owed To All Veterans and Their Families, Especially Wives
“Contemplate the mangled bodies of your countrymen, and then say, ‘What should be the reward of such sacrifices?’ … If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in … Continue reading
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Death, Duty, First Principles, Gratitude, Honor, Injuries, Sacrifice, Samuel Adams, Service, Suicide, Thought
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Stranger To Myself
Little something picked up on watching a horror show and thinking. I’m often guilty of thinking way too much. 😉 Stranger To Myself by Michael Romani Purest instincts undone A stranger to myself As divorced from me as from anyone … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Adieu, Alone, Annihilation, Cast Down, Crack, Damnation, Darkness, Death, Distant, Doubt, Eternal, Evil, Face, Ghost, Glass, Gone, Goodbye, Hope, Hound of God, Inside, Instinct, Left, Life, Man In the Mirror, Me, Mirror, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Self, Shelf, Strain, Stranger, Time, Whisper
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Into the Night
The first kill is the hardest. It brings tears. With each kill, it gets easier. Until one day, all innocence is gone and all that’s left is not a soul but a gaping wound of sheerest evil… Into the Night … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Charms, Chill, Compulsive, Creature, Death, Deck of Cards, Demand, Devil's Price, Evil, Frown, Halloween, Kill, Murder, Night, Passion, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Screams, Silence, Silly Boys, Smile, Soul, Strings, Taste, Tear, Thrill, Will, Wound
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