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In preparation for Halloween, here's a scene I witnessed tonight at an old city cemetery...though it's a bit fuzzy, I thought it was still pretty cool... creepy...whatever...
colgado del cielo
por doce cipreses
doce apóstoles de verde
velan doce meses
a la tapia en ruinas
que lo delimita
le han quitado algunas piedras
para hacer la ermita
tiene mi cementerio
una fosa común
donde estamos los héroes de Cuba
los domingos los negros no dejan dormir
pues les da por cantar misa luba
estribillo
y los muertos aquí
lo pasamos muy bien
entre flores de colores
y los viernes y tal
si en la fosa no hay plan
nos vestimos y salimos
para dar una vuelta
sin pasar de la puerta eso sí
que los muertos aquí
es donde tienen que estar
y el cielo por mí
se puede esperar
este cementerio
no es cualquiera cosa
pues las lápidas del fondo
son de mármol rosa
y aunque hay buenas tumbas
están mejor los nichos
porque cuestan más baratos
y no hay casi bichos
luego en plan señorial
el panteón familiar
de los duques Medina y Luengo
que aunque el juicio final
nos trate por igual
aquí hay gente de rancio abolengo
Picture this winsome sight in your mind. It's got meaning and depth. While talking through the surrounding with myself about how I could convey the depth of what I saw. My wife has described my photography in this way: www.bubblews.com/news/1444498-pictures-in-words.
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live".
John 11:25
Another taken on my trip the cemetery, One of the largest cemeteries at 72 acres, its crammed with the graves of nearly 70,000 people.
I've always had a thing for gas towers too, so it was nice to incorporate one into the shot.
Thanks for taking the time to look, your comments are appreciated
On Death
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
From The Prophet
by Kahlil Gibran
The winds outside a change
Shadows move across the floor
Chasing the light
When the leaves fall to the field
I'll know the wrong from yesterday
Sky turns sustaining night
We all watch the frost
From the withered vine
Of the Autumn host
I'll pray on my sustaining life
I will be as you, with the grey
Driven through a sea
The tides wash in to inspire
Lay down in moon of the might
Flesh gives way to the worlds in her hives
The rain will no longer cease
Drowning gives meaning to breath
I come down to stake my claim
Runes in the clouds
Blood on the bones
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This is experimental, not sure if it works but a frank critique much appreciated, dont want to always do the same things but also dont want to produce rubbish just for the sake of being different
For the upcoming Fantasy Gacha Carnival you find at the venue the 22769 ~ [bauwerk] -The Graveyard.
The Graveyard has in total 15 items for you to collect.
Rare Items in this Set:
Graveyard Gazebo - LI 4/3 Prims
Graveyard Dead Tree with Raven - LI 5/4 Prims
Commons:
Graveyard Door Wall - LI 5/5 Prims
Graveyard Straight Wall - LI 5/5 Prims
Graveyard Corner Wall - LI 2/2 Prims
Graveyard Connection Wall - LI 2/2 Prims
Gargoyle - LI 1/2 Prims
Graveyard Altar - LI 3/2 Prims - Candleflames on touch
Graveyard Lantern - LI 1/1 Prim - Candleflames on touch
Graveyard Stone Bench - LI 2/2 Prims - 5 single sit animations
five styles of Tombstones - each LI 1/1 Prim
The Machine will be available fat the May cycle of the Fantasy Gacha Carnival
Gacha is a Game of Luck, all items to be won as no-c,mod,trans - each try on the Gacha Machine will be 50L$
Jack stood there for a moment just staring out into the crowd. The question and answer session had gone badly. He lost the will to do comedy. His dream was shattered. "This has been a really bad idea" Jack said. "I wont trouble you any more." Jack reached for the soggy note pad in his back pocket, the one BB his wife had left him to write on in the afterlife. On the top sheet of paper Jack scribbled something then tore it off and stuck it onto the wing nut that held the microphone onto the mic stand. "There's a little souvenir for you all, take care and I'll see some of you later." There was a smattering of applause and as he left the stage Jack's right foot loosened itself from his ankle bone and skittered off the stage. He stumbled back to get it like a peg legged pirate. "The foot bone is no longer connected to the ankle bone" Jack chortled. The crowd suddenly found that joke to be funny. Backstage Sully ran up to Jack. "How's everything Jack, are you all done, can I get you another drink?" "Yeah Sully I've had it, I sucked, there's no place amongst the living for the dreams of the dead." "That's life Jack." "I guess you're right Sully, hey did you get a hold of BB?" "I tried Jack but she just hung up the phone even before I could tell her the code word." " Oh well I guess it's better that way, I'm a bit of a fright at this point anyway." As he exited the stage door to walk back to the cemetery Jack shouted out to Sully, "see you in the afterlife and thanks for evertything." "No problem Jack, take care," Sully shouted back. Sully went out to clean up the stage. There on the mic was Jack's souvenir. He picked up the piece of paper and read it out loud to the few remaining customers. The Redsox will beat the Yankees four straight after losing the first three games,heard it from the Babe.