Hatred and bigotry are two problems that were rampant in Nazi Germany; on Friday we watched a video about the millions who had to survive this hatred. This video, though I dont even know its name was more shocking and appalling to me than any other video I have watched. This video, aside from being revolting, was eye opening, and filled me with pride. Not pride in the men who did this, but pride in the people who survived, they are true heroes, but none of them will ever receive a medal, they were brave in the face of hatred, but congress will never recognize these people. The following is a testament to the hatred of one group, and
Yes, Im a sinner,
But when did you become a saint?
You say I hurt you,
And I did,
But what did it do to me?
You call me a liar,
Because you fear the truth.
You tell me you hate me,
Yet you keep coming back.
You say life is unfair,
And then you cheat.
I want to know why you think
That I am such a failure.
You say I cant speak,
And then mumble the next sentence.
You said you loved me,
Then drove a knife through my heart.
The beat is in my soul,
Pounding, pounding,
Leaving my mind raw,
Showing who we are,
We know what we were,
But the beat is who I am.
The Music in my soul,
It's loud, then quiet,
Like the roar of a river,
But also like the calm of a lake.
My soul tells me I am music,
The music says it's my soul.
It is like a scouring pad,
Cleaning my heart,
Cleansing my mind,
Leaving me pure,
but this leaving is gentle,
It isn't abandonment.
The music is my lover,
I know that it loves me,
It holds my heart in its hands.
The drum has a heart,
The guitar has a soul,
It gently touches mine,
and in it's love,
man finds his common ground.
Love my twisted friend
You tease me,
You hate me,
You know what i seek,
Why do you tempt me?
Why do you punish?
Are you so cruel?
Was it some fault of mine?
Did I earn this punishment?
Did you do it to see me die?
You stab my heart,
You caress my body,
You give me broken wings,
And tell me to fly,
You crush my spirit,
And tell me to soar.
Is your elegance in your pain?
Your tempest is heavenly,
Your rage is lovely.
Is your faith in me so complete?
You say I am a failure,
But tell me to push harder.
Your hypocrisy is inborn,
But you make claims that,
You are always faithful.
So, I ask you,
Will you stay faithful,
to
September 11, 2001
On this day, that so many died
On the year, so many cried,
A day of sadness, strife and grief
So much time seven years ago,
It seems like yesterday
Perhaps it was the war
A way of remembrance
For all those who died
Is that how you want to be in the afterlife
A cause for war, political gain,
Nothing but a tool
In a presidents game
A cause for war
Perhaps, just one of those who died
Wants to be remembered by peace
Is that not cause to bring our troops home?
That one lone voice
Crying for vengeance
Not with more broken families
More violence
More blood
Perhaps, they want to save
Keep families together
P
Of property and society. by MichaelDomini, literature
Literature
Of property and society.
Property is a joke, what a shame not everybody gets it. The poor of the world cry out in the streets, not for help, but for change, they do not want your money, must of them work shit jobs for their own, yet you expect me o believe that they are happy because they get three meals a day, if you call food on the table, no matter how little, a meal. We must establish a way that the poor can eat, that they can be cared for, the survival of the fittest must stop, man pulled himself out of one jungle, and into a worse one. Now, we do not only kill each other for food, we kill each other because we want too, what is the point. Man has so corrupt
Gender roles in school by MichaelDomini, literature
Literature
Gender roles in school
Men determine popularity in highschool. This is what I was told the other day by a student in my class, at the time I was shocked and apalled, but he explained that wasn't a personal opinion later. I will be writing this essay on why i agree with this, and why I am so angry that it is true.
I found this statement to be fundamentally true, and to say something is true is to give it worth, this statements worth comes from the fact that it has a fundamental fact in it. As society at large moves on into a new century, aside from clothes, and music, school hasn't changed in 200 years, in a society where sexism h
Love my twisted friend
You tease me,
You hate me,
You know what i seek,
Why do you tempt me?
Why do you punish?
Are you so cruel?
Was it some fault of mine?
Did I earn this punishment?
Did you do it to see me die?
You stab my heart,
You caress my body,
You give me broken wings,
And tell me to fly,
You crush my spirit,
And tell me to soar.
Is your elegance in your pain?
Your tempest is heavenly,
Your rage is lovely.
Is your faith in me so complete?
You say I am a failure,
But tell me to push harder.
Your hypocrisy is inborn,
But you make claims that,
You are always faithful.
So, I ask you,
Will you stay faithful,
to
The beat is in my soul,
Pounding, pounding,
Leaving my mind raw,
Showing who we are,
We know what we were,
But the beat is who I am.
The Music in my soul,
It's loud, then quiet,
Like the roar of a river,
But also like the calm of a lake.
My soul tells me I am music,
The music says it's my soul.
It is like a scouring pad,
Cleaning my heart,
Cleansing my mind,
Leaving me pure,
but this leaving is gentle,
It isn't abandonment.
The music is my lover,
I know that it loves me,
It holds my heart in its hands.
The drum has a heart,
The guitar has a soul,
It gently touches mine,
and in it's love,
man finds his common ground.
This place is not for you.
Again I had been caught
I had been sneaking about
In my fathers office
Why did I have to be caught?
This business of war and weapons
It intrigued me more than
Embroidery and ettiquite
And things I was supposed to learn
Ever did but.. ..
War is not a suitable topic for a proper young lady.
Again I had raised the subject
Again I was scolded
Merely for thinking of war
What if I dont want to be proper?
Women are weak!
So said my brother
Eighteen and joining the army
As he pushed me and pulled
My long, lovely hair
Wouldnt want to lose your p
Favourite genre of music: I enjoy a touch of everything, Favourite photographer: I don't have one yet Favourite style of art: Poetry Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Wallpaper of choice: Currently, The Mad Hatter,usually, a picture of Eminem with a quote. Skin of choice: I can choose? Favourite cartoon character: Thundarr
Favourite Visual Artist
I like Herring, and I also quite like Andy Warol
Favourite Movies
The Godfather
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Hard to choose...
Favourite Writers
it changes, frequently
Favourite Games
Fable
Favourite Gaming Platform
pc
Tools of the Trade
word, music, imagination, rage, sadness
Other Interests
Music, politics, Guitar, Boxing, MMA, People Watching
So, this is my first entry, and it is for a sad event, I won't be on the computer for a while. My parents are pissed, ideally I'll be on by Friday again.
Domini, I wrote a ranty monolouge typical of me, but its really political. Lots of reference and satire, thought youd like it. check out gipettos angst on my page later ~V~
we have finally installed a working forum for the Machina Obscura project.
Since you are already watching the project here on dA, we are contacting you now to kindly ask that you register to the forum soon! You can find the forum at machina-obscura.crazyfruits.net.
thanks, I've always been interested in steampunk even before I knew what it was it was 'I wonder if anyone ever wrote about life the way it used to be, with some modern twists, then I found stea, cyber, and splatter punk.It's been love ever since. You guys RPG has special interest for me. I might post pictures of my drumset if I ever get money...