Dear Us, To the people of the world, the ones who bask in lust and greed on Satan's shores: waking up every day just to fight for the promise land, with no direction no feeling; just stubbornness and initiative to act upon our own well being. How did we get here? A place where a man's whole life can be determined and stereotyped by race, religion, beliefs where class structures become more and more fixed. Sex and Alcohol are advertised and accepted more then morals and education. The Columns of civilized civilization have been shaken and there is no one to blame but ourselves. Now before the finger pointing begins we must remember we brought ourselves to this point. Years and years of mass hypocritical propaganda, brain-washing the people into thinking where we are is a good place. Might I remind you that this is not a good place. The question at hand is it possible to get to that good place again? Was that good place ever really even there? Is there even Hope to save man kind? But fret not companions for the first step of solving a problem is recognizing the problem. By recognizing the problem you know what and how to correct it. The problem at hand is that the world has become too caught up in lust and gluttony to remain as is. I suppose the real question at hand is it going to get better or worse? Are we going to continue falling into the pit of sin and destruction or are we going to rise. Begin the slow and hard ascent up from the depths of darkness in order to again bask in the light of caring and international brotherhood? A light that we have shunned and neglected since the beginning of time! Since that faithful day in the Garden of Eden where Eve bit into the forbidden fruit and sealed the fate of humanity forever! We have been Falling farther and farther everyday since. How do we get back into this hypothetical light? As a race we must rise above, throw away all the limitations we have placed among ourselves which includes social classes, Racism, our difference in religion, everything that we cling so dear to that is holding us back from
January 1, 1930
Dust storms is a sandstorm that causes soil erosion and drought which caused crops that had been growing and been productive all season long to be damaged in two weeks. I was shocked at the nature of these strong storms and how it had to come when the stock market in New York collapsed causing us a huge economic crisis. These storms caused such immense damage to the agricultural, fertile land through the strong winds that I don’t think that wheat can ever be produced…
May 1st, 3:30 A.M., 2008
We just reached the U.S.A. The war between the Igbo Kingdom and the McDilen Kingdom is finally over. We rescued Queen Genevieve and brought her back to the Igbo Kingdom in Africa. After three years of war, I think it is fair to say that I made it out alive. Our Pirate was killed so now we have to figure out a way to make it back home safely without getting brutally killed by all other unknown dangers. The U.S.A is definitely diverse. There are many Caucasians…
The Diary of Gunther Rhodes
Dedicated to Johnny Rhodes
December 13, 1943
Today marks the 1st year that I have been serving my country. I always wanted to be an author when I was growing up, but a black man would never get that chance. Instead of trying, I enlisted in the Army, and here I am. I have no regrets, although I would like to marry in my life.
December 22, 1943
Today is the coldest day so far here in Sweden. But I guess it’s always cold here. It has…
concerning the use of repetitions and a simple rhyme scheme.
The poem is divided into tercet whose first two lines rhyme while the third present a repetition.
Through the whole song there is a refrain as the author always repeat the words "My dear".
Almost every stanza starts with a verb and this device helps to convey in the text the idea of improvisation and common speech.
The structure of the text is carried on through the use of contrasting images: the mansions and the holes, expressing…
then, is that which is dear to the gods, and impiety is that which is not dear to them” (Jowett, Kolak 6). After more interrogation by Socrates, Euthyphro is reminded that the Gods disagree on many issues and what is dear to one god may not be dear to another. “Then the same things are hated by the gods and loved by the gods, and are both hateful and dear to them?” (Jowett, Kolak 7). It’s apparent to Euthyphro and Socrates that the definition cannot hold if same things can be dear and hated by the Gods…
rigid teachings she is taught.
At the beginning of the novel, Walker first announces Celie’s dependence upon God by recognising that she can “tell nobody but God” about the sexual abuse she is receiving from her stepfather. Walker makes it clear to us that God is used a threat mechanism towards Celie as he is this super-natural being in comparison to her, who is this weak girl whose self-esteem has been shattered throughout her life by men such as her stepfather and husband who used tyrannical power…
Today I went to shopping with my sister (Pinky) to buy something for her engagement. First I did some shopping with her, but in the middle of the way home I saw some boys were playing football. I was going to go home but Tony wanted me to come and play with them. I played for few minutes with them then I came home because tonight is Pinky’s engagement and I have to get ready for tonight.
DEAR DAIRY! Last night was Pinky’s engagement party. It was amazing, everyone was very happy and…
Dear Diary, April 2, 1774
Thngs are getting worse at home. This morning when I went downstairs I didnt smell the familiar smell of bacon and eggs and thought that maybe Mother and Father had went to the market to do the daily shopping. Only when I got downstair they were sitting at the table talking in hushed tones. They told me they could afford bacon and eggs at the time and that I would just have to…
I am writing to inform you about some fantastic news that I have received! I have just inherited 29 million pounds, This will be enough for us to have a wonderful wedding with everything that we should want and live a happy comfortable life together.
(Shouldn’t you mention your parents?)
Also, My parents have passed away, that Is how I came to be in possession of such a large fortune.
I miss you so much and I hope you come back soon.
Lots of Love
passes on.a wall.
But woe to him that has to pay for all!
The silly husband always has to pay,
He has to clothe us, he has to array*
Our bodies to enhance his reputation,
While we dance round in all this decoration.
And if he cannot pay, as it may chance,
Or won't submit to such extravagance,
Thinking his money thrown away and lost,
Then someone else will have to bear the cost
Or lend us money, and that's dangerous.
This noble merchant kept a splendid house
And all day long so many guests there were…