"I Write to a Dead General""I Write to a Dead General"6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to a dead general
To ease surviving pain,
A tear falls on the page -
A drop of desert rain
Like balm into the waters
Of lifes too bitter cup,
Tipping the scales of history -
To raise you slowly up.
Above your long-gone victors
Above the scorn of time
Above blind crowds and mockery,
With my ill-written rhyme.
I dont know if youll hear,
But Im doing what I can
To get this through to you
Past time and wind and sand
May the gods watch you in battle
My dear and long-dead friend
May the desert nights be warmer
And steady be your hands
Meanwhile Ill watch the picture
Of a kind-eyed weary man
And rue the sorry fact that I
Already know your end.
Uber Timeline pt.22271Uber Timeline pt.24 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Korean population has by now been reduced to bands of squabbling scavengers. With no international organisms powerful enough to sway the superstates into a cause and fearing the spread of diseases caused by biochemical weapons, Eastasia doesn't help the survivors.
-The Neo-European Union imposes itself diplomatically and economically over the post-Russian republics and smaller nations. Numerous diplomatic conferences are had throughout the course of the year between the rulers of the failed states and the NEU's mastercomputer.
-By the end of the year, the talks culminate in the dissolution of the Neo-European Union as it becomes a much larger state: Eurasia. This new superstate quickly becomes the second most powerful nation on Earth after Eastasia. Russian nationalist resistance manifests itself in the form of sporadic terrorism.
-First Lunar Olympic Games are celebrated in Mare Serenitatis.
-Measurements average the ambient radiation level as being at 2,1
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
Confession: The Other LoverMy heart is racing, my hands are shaking.Confession: The Other Lover8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEED to go back;
I've fallen for this terrible tryst.
I've had my chance to roam,
But shes calling my name baby;
Its time to go home.
I have a lover on the side...
Her name is War,
My combat bride.
Flieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translationFlieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly german flag fly!
Soldier my friend, prepare your steps comrade!
Step under the guns!
So everybody has to go along, comrade
to honour our fatherland
To the peace serves the grey uniform
and not to the war of pain
We are bringing fourth a new era
in our young hearts
I: Hoist the flag high!, March!
Go ahead the leader leads!
With our flag the battle will be ours
Fly German flag, fly!:I
Soldier Friend, pack up Comrade
Take hoes and spades
We dont know any tranquillity, comrade
Therefore we are soldiers
Standing from frontier to frontier
Is an army of young farm lads
What we pluged away and sowed
(that) should overlast us
Hoist the flag! ......I: :I
Soldier my friend you know it Comrade
We have sworn an oath to this land
Together we carry its spirit, comrade
The one that left us so long ago
Our column is what braces
The Reich´s strength and defense
We are its spirit, we are its song
And its holy honor
Hoist the flag high ... I: :I
Panzerlied engl. translationPanzerlied engl. translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To die for our country,
Our honour shall be.
With tank traps and mines,
Our foe tries to impede.
We laugh at his ruses;
We know he'll not suceed.
And when, in threat, his cannons stand,
Half hidden in the sand,
Yes, in the sand,
We can find our way
Over much safer land.
And should at long last,
Fickle Lady Luck leave,
And we remain here,
Leaving family to grieve,
A bullet wit
Funkerlied english translationFunkerlied english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Bernd Wübbecke
Everybody. Fall in!
We are marching in rank and row.
Everybody. Fall in!
Do you know the radio-operators-song?
It´s about the radio messaging,
and about love as well.
Everybody cheerfully join in the singing!
Sing along comrades!
In the small town,
lives a girl,
and we all love her so much,
because she has two blue eyes.
Blonde hair, seventeen years,
say what more do we want?
As we are from the radio-operators company,
and we always send out: I love - I love you.
And all the girls are listening to it:
Dee dah dee dit, dee dah dee dit ("L"ove)
Although the service is tough,
and the carbine hurts,
we do never despair.
Whether the hand is aching,
or the sand is crunching,
the sweat is running down the face.
Then a song strucks up,
through the rank and through the row,
Everybody cheerfully join in the singing!
Sing along comrades!
In the small town,
lives a girl,
and we all
I TriedA man happened upon me while I paid my respectsI Tried3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He questioned why I cried
To him I answered:
I joined, because actions are louder than words
But I failed to make a difference.
He scoffed slightly, and belittled me:
What did you expect, when you wield an instrument of death? Your fight is useless.
You only destroy everything, and never save anyone.
I looked right at him, no longer mourning
And what have your words done for mankind? Your talks of peace?
Have your words fed those that starved? Have your words brought families back together? Have they quelled the rage of those who wish death upon their fellow man? What have you done, you who belittle my actions?
While I did what I thought was right you criticized me, my every move.
Saying I should've done this, or shouldn't have done that.
Yet you stayed here, safe in your little home. Spouting random facts,
Saying I kill and die for an economical goal. A secret agenda.
To you, I may not be right
But at least I tried
Come homeCome home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two more have passed they say
I sit at home wondering if it's you
I wonder if I'll ever see your face
If you will ever make me laugh again
My heart in my throat
Every time the phone rings
Are they calling to say it's you
Will I be without my father?
I need you daddy
It's not fair
All the other little girls don't feel this
They don't worry
If daddy will come home or not
In a wooden box
Or not at all
Unsere Fahne flattert uns voranUnsere Fahne flattert uns voran3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Our flag is fluttering in front/ Uns´re Fahne flattert uns voran
Forward! Forward! Blare the bright fanfars, Forward! Forward! Youth knows no danger. Germany, you will stand bright, may we also perish. Forward! Forward! Blare the bright fanfars. Forward! Forward! Youth knows no danger. Even if the target is so high, the youth will solve it well.
Our flag is fluttering in the front. In the future we march man for man. We march for Germany by night and by necessity, with the flag of the youth for freedom and bread. Our flag is fluttering in the front. Our flag is the new age. And the flag will lead us into eternity! Yes, the flag is more than death!
Youth! Youth! We are the future soldiers. Youth! Youth! Supporters of the upcoming missions. Yes, through our fists will fall, who opposes us Youth! Youth! We are the future soldiers. Youth! Youth! Supporters of the upcoming missions. Leader we belong to you, all we comrades to you!
Our flag is flu
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
To Kill a SoldierTo kill a soldierTo Kill a Soldier1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
one does not need bullets,
nor does he need bombs, or tanks.
All that is needed to kill him...
Is to tell him he has nothing.
Tell him his loved ones left him,
tell him his family abandoned him.
Tell him he is worthless.
He will break, he will falter.
Then soon, he will die. Alone.
100 Things Anime Taught Me100 things I learned in anime.100 Things Anime Taught Me5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. Any color ever imagined is a natural hair color.
2. No matter where you are hit or how minor the injury you will bleed out of your mouth.
3. All living things(and some non-living things) contain 50 gallons of blood and every single bit will pour out or shoot out geiser style if you get injured.
4. Nver trust the bald guy. Even if he isn't pure evil, he'll have a major case of ass-holeishness.
5. Nobody's hair is subject to the laws of gravity.
6. It's not really a dog, it's never really a dog.
7. The old guy is the most perverted person ever. Or the most powerful. Or both.
8. Not showing your whole face doubles or triples your power.
9. Other worlds are found in incredibly random places.
10. He's your father.
11. If it talks to you, you're crazy.
12. If it talks to everyone but you, you're crazy.
13. Your eyes must be 3x the size of your nose.
14. You don't necessarily need a nose.
15. Being friends with the main character will automatically cause frea
Die Rede des MajorsMeine Kameraden.Die Rede des Majors4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Meine Kameraden, ich liebe ihn, den Krieg.
Meine Kameraden, ich liebe den Krieg.
Meine Kameraden! Ihr alle wisst wie sehr ich den Krieg liebe!
Ich liebe den Vernichtungskrieg, ich liebe den Blitzkrieg,
ich liebe den offensiven Krieg, ich liebe den defensiven Krieg.
Ich liebe die Kesselschlacht, ich liebe es, sie zu durchbrechen!
Ich liebe Räumungen! Ich liebe Säuberungsaktionen!
Auf den Flachland, auf der Landstraße,
im Schützengraben, auf der Wiese,
auf den gefrorenen Erdboden, in der Wüste,
auf den Meer, in der Luft,
im Schlamm, in den Sümpfen!
Ich liebe jede Art kriegerischer Aktionen, die es auf der Welt gibt!
Ich liebe das donnernde Geräusch gleichzeitig abgefeuerter Artillerie,
wenn eine komplette Front die feindlichen Stellungen mit Getöse wegbläst!
Ich bin begeistert, wenn feindliche Soldaten in der Luft
durch einen einzigen zielsicheren Schuss in Stücke gerissen werden!
Ich liebe es, wenn ein Panzerschütze feindliche Panzer
mit der 88-mm-Kanone des Tig
Book recommendation 04: Idiot's guide to IslamBook recommendation 04: Idiot's guide to Islam1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
By Yahiya Emerick.
Imagine learning that there are over a billion people in the world, one sixth of humanity, who follow a religion that you never really studied in school. This little known religion is called Islam. Perhaps you’ve heard the name before or developed some opinions about it based on what you’ve seen in the news. However, if you’re like most people, you might not know a great deal about Islam. Well, you’ve taken the first step toward understanding more about this mysterious way of life, and you may find yourself pleasantly surprised to learn what it really teaches.
Islam shares many of the same characteristics that are familiar to followers of Judaism and Christianity. In fact, Islam considers itself a related ideology that fits into a tight chronology with these two other religions. As the population of Muslims rises in many Western countries, and as many people discover the impact of Islamic civilization on Western thought, sc
Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Why Free Market Capitalism Fails3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
Global Reach SpecificationsGlobal Reach Specifications2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dimensions & Capacities:
4 (pilot, co-pilot, and 2 WSO's)
175,000 lbs empty
2,615,000 lbs maximum takeoff weight
1,900,000 lbs internal (JP7)
400,000 lbs internal LOX
17,600+ mph in orbit
6,000+ mph (Mach 8.44+) @ 120,000 ft
Mach 3.5 @ 60,000 ft
Mach 6 @ 120,000 ft
Mach .92 subsonic cruise
Low Earth Orbit
Rate of Climb:
80,000+ ft per minute
14 days in orbit
5+ @ max weight
5- @ max weight
11G structural limit
Thrust to Weight
Ashes of the StarsAshes of the Stars1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Bold is getting hulled!”
“Majestic is breaking up!”
“Gallant has sustained heavy damage!”
“Avarice is reporting multiple hull breaches, they're losing power!”
The reports kept coming, one after the other, as more and more ships received damage and were knocked out of the battle.
“Don't let them through!” Commodore Andora Steele roared from her command chair. “If they get past us, we won't have a home to return to!”
She need not have reminded her crew of that, they all knew what was at stake here, all knew that a loss here meant the end of not just the war, but of their people. Even if it meant every ship and its crew went down, their homeworld would not fall while a single ship of the fleet remained in orbit.
Andora could not recall what event had led them to this point. Whether it was the Arbolis campaign or the Styraki disaster or any number of the other major battles that had been joined in the century long con
The Deceaseddo we keep the deceased in our heads?The Deceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In little chambers in our hearts?
do they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime? waiting for us
to visit them?
we imagine what they would say to us,
our brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters,
friends and mentors.
or rather, what we could say to them
if they would hear us across the void.
their curly wisps are found at every turn,
from photographs, to memories, to those tombs
where air no longer reaches their lungs,
and no longer need to.
we hope they listen.
we hope they hear us.
a funeral is never the final goodbye.
there never is a final goodbye, is there?
we keep the deceased in our heads,
in little chambers in our hearts.
they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime, waiting for us
to visit them behind locked doors.
Runners: Chapter 1Runners - Chapter 1Runners: Chapter 13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moon stood dominant over the stars in the night sky as it looked down upon a small line of head-lights move slowly up a small dirt track in the Challis National Forest. There were five vehicles in total; all white with no markings. They chicaned in between cliffs and trees, narrowly avoiding large gullies and endless drops that could easily end their lives.
They steadily made their way up into the densely wooded, more hazardous terrain higher up in the mountain range. The vehicles made their way down a steep ravine under the watchful eyes of two camouflaged snipers sitting high above the small convoy within their little concealed den. The pair watched as the vehicles trundled down the narrow road until they stopped next to a large, rugged outcrop. One of these snipers peered down his night vision scope to see one of the passengers of the lead vehicle step out. The man quickly made three hand signals before picking his radio from his ballistic vest.