Little Update on Scorum
Hello folks. I hope you guys are doing well. Sorry I haven't been posting for quite awhile. Stuff has been happening, including a major loss in my family. My mother passed away recently and it has taken its effect on the family. In addition, I just found out that my dad passed away too. In making it up to you guys, I wanted to compose a little poem accompanied by some beautiful pictures from Pixabay: Life; what is life? Life is the road taken by all Some travel fast, others travel slow Some pack light, others pack a lot Some travel straight, others swerve Some travel by light, others by the dark Some follow the heart, others follow the mind Some follow good, others follow evil Some are dynamic, others are static Some tread lightly, others speed recklessly Some follow directions, others roam free Some go by the carriage of luxury Others hike the perilous journey to success This is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is the a paintbrush with paint on the end It can paint straight lines or crooked lines It can paint with light colors or dark colors It can use many colors or few colors It can create realism or be abstract It can paint a portrait or a landscape It can bring awe or invoke fear It can invoke happiness or sadness It can invoke courage or fear It can invoke wisdom or foolishness. That is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is an ever flowing river. Sometimes it is straight, other times it is crooked Sometimes it is narrow, sometimes it is broad Sometimes it is shallow, sometimes it is deep Sometimes it flows fast, sometimes it flows slow Sometimes it is clear, sometimes it has rocks Sometimes the water is clear, sometimes it is murky Sometimes it is short, sometimes it is long That is what life is. Life is like a mountain Sometimes it is smooth Sometimes it is jagged Sometimes it is short Sometimes it is tall Sometimes it is peaceful Sometimes it brings dangers Sometimes you can hike up Sometimes you got to climb Sometimes you can climb in a day Sometimes you gotta camp there Sometimes you get good weather Sometimes you get bad weather. This is what life is. Life is what you give. Life is what you sow Life is what you reap Life is what you create with your hands Life is what you write in a book Life is what you direct for a movie Life is what you garnish for a meal Life is what clothes you choose to wear Life is what weapons you take to battle Life is what influence you have on people Life is the music you make Life is the food you eat Life is the water you drink Life is the point you score Life is the goal you achieve Life is the word you speak Life is the acts you do This is what life is.... Thanks for reading
Little Update on Scorum
Hello folks. I hope you guys are doing well. Sorry I haven't been posting for quite awhile. Stuff has been happening, including a major loss in my family. My mother passed away recently and it has taken its effect on the family. In addition, I just found out that my dad passed away too. In making it up to you guys, I wanted to compose a little poem accompanied by some beautiful pictures from Pixabay: Life; what is life? Life is the road taken by all Some travel fast, others travel slow Some pack light, others pack a lot Some travel straight, others swerve Some travel by light, others by the dark Some follow the heart, others follow the mind Some follow good, others follow evil Some are dynamic, others are static Some tread lightly, others speed recklessly Some follow directions, others roam free Some go by the carriage of luxury Others hike the perilous journey to success This is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is the a paintbrush with paint on the end It can paint straight lines or crooked lines It can paint with light colors or dark colors It can use many colors or few colors It can create realism or be abstract It can paint a portrait or a landscape It can bring awe or invoke fear It can invoke happiness or sadness It can invoke courage or fear It can invoke wisdom or foolishness. That is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is an ever flowing river. Sometimes it is straight, other times it is crooked Sometimes it is narrow, sometimes it is broad Sometimes it is shallow, sometimes it is deep Sometimes it flows fast, sometimes it flows slow Sometimes it is clear, sometimes it has rocks Sometimes the water is clear, sometimes it is murky Sometimes it is short, sometimes it is long That is what life is. Life is like a mountain Sometimes it is smooth Sometimes it is jagged Sometimes it is short Sometimes it is tall Sometimes it is peaceful Sometimes it brings dangers Sometimes you can hike up Sometimes you got to climb Sometimes you can climb in a day Sometimes you gotta camp there Sometimes you get good weather Sometimes you get bad weather. This is what life is. Life is what you give. Life is what you sow Life is what you reap Life is what you create with your hands Life is what you write in a book Life is what you direct for a movie Life is what you garnish for a meal Life is what clothes you choose to wear Life is what weapons you take to battle Life is what influence you have on people Life is the music you make Life is the food you eat Life is the water you drink Life is the point you score Life is the goal you achieve Life is the word you speak Life is the acts you do This is what life is.... Thanks for reading
Little Update on Scorum
Hello folks. I hope you guys are doing well. Sorry I haven't been posting for quite awhile. Stuff has been happening, including a major loss in my family. My mother passed away recently and it has taken its effect on the family. In addition, I just found out that my dad passed away too. In making it up to you guys, I wanted to compose a little poem accompanied by some beautiful pictures from Pixabay: Life; what is life? Life is the road taken by all Some travel fast, others travel slow Some pack light, others pack a lot Some travel straight, others swerve Some travel by light, others by the dark Some follow the heart, others follow the mind Some follow good, others follow evil Some are dynamic, others are static Some tread lightly, others speed recklessly Some follow directions, others roam free Some go by the carriage of luxury Others hike the perilous journey to success This is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is the a paintbrush with paint on the end It can paint straight lines or crooked lines It can paint with light colors or dark colors It can use many colors or few colors It can create realism or be abstract It can paint a portrait or a landscape It can bring awe or invoke fear It can invoke happiness or sadness It can invoke courage or fear It can invoke wisdom or foolishness. That is what life is. Life; what is life? Life is an ever flowing river. Sometimes it is straight, other times it is crooked Sometimes it is narrow, sometimes it is broad Sometimes it is shallow, sometimes it is deep Sometimes it flows fast, sometimes it flows slow Sometimes it is clear, sometimes it has rocks Sometimes the water is clear, sometimes it is murky Sometimes it is short, sometimes it is long That is what life is. Life is like a mountain Sometimes it is smooth Sometimes it is jagged Sometimes it is short Sometimes it is tall Sometimes it is peaceful Sometimes it brings dangers Sometimes you can hike up Sometimes you got to climb Sometimes you can climb in a day Sometimes you gotta camp there Sometimes you get good weather Sometimes you get bad weather. This is what life is. Life is what you give. Life is what you sow Life is what you reap Life is what you create with your hands Life is what you write in a book Life is what you direct for a movie Life is what you garnish for a meal Life is what clothes you choose to wear Life is what weapons you take to battle Life is what influence you have on people Life is the music you make Life is the food you eat Life is the water you drink Life is the point you score Life is the goal you achieve Life is the word you speak Life is the acts you do This is what life is.... Thanks for reading
Supernatural
The dream of granted immortality, Nothing could create an afterlife! A way of living on depravity, Change the world and lead a daily life. Created by eternal disbelief. His soul and dreams become a gothic fiction, The dream of life and death without belief, The root of evil like a black magician. Dream about the life of new temptation. A world for granted immortality, Need a scientific explanation, Sing the song of old depravity. The children gathered on their own subconscious, To see a world of pain and disbelief, Betrayed and haunted by the doubting Thomas, The gates of heaven had a great belief. Simply offer me a voice unseen. I sing the songs of peace and fascination, An angel on the wings of Peter bien, Dream a scientific explanation. Depending on a true hallucination! To change the life of human consciousness, Wander through a world of inspiration, Feel protected by the doubting Thomas. Any sort of superhero fiction. A dream or haunted by the words unseen, Without a feeling like an old magician, Looking through the eyes of Peter bien. A hundred thousand years of fortune telling. About the dreams that never could awaken, Travel through a state of mind possessing, Face the world without an explanation. On my mind becomes a waking life, Surrounded by the light of horror fiction. A vision from an evil afterlife, Looking through the eyes of superstition. Salvation from an ancient revelation. Peace of mind and looking like a fairy, The world is haunted by a strange temptation, Without the fear of being ordinary.
Supernatural
The dream of granted immortality, Nothing could create an afterlife! A way of living on depravity, Change the world and lead a daily life. Created by eternal disbelief. His soul and dreams become a gothic fiction, The dream of life and death without belief, The root of evil like a black magician. Dream about the life of new temptation. A world for granted immortality, Need a scientific explanation, Sing the song of old depravity. The children gathered on their own subconscious, To see a world of pain and disbelief, Betrayed and haunted by the doubting Thomas, The gates of heaven had a great belief. Simply offer me a voice unseen. I sing the songs of peace and fascination, An angel on the wings of Peter bien, Dream a scientific explanation. Depending on a true hallucination! To change the life of human consciousness, Wander through a world of inspiration, Feel protected by the doubting Thomas. Any sort of superhero fiction. A dream or haunted by the words unseen, Without a feeling like an old magician, Looking through the eyes of Peter bien. A hundred thousand years of fortune telling. About the dreams that never could awaken, Travel through a state of mind possessing, Face the world without an explanation. On my mind becomes a waking life, Surrounded by the light of horror fiction. A vision from an evil afterlife, Looking through the eyes of superstition. Salvation from an ancient revelation. Peace of mind and looking like a fairy, The world is haunted by a strange temptation, Without the fear of being ordinary.
Supernatural
The dream of granted immortality, Nothing could create an afterlife! A way of living on depravity, Change the world and lead a daily life. Created by eternal disbelief. His soul and dreams become a gothic fiction, The dream of life and death without belief, The root of evil like a black magician. Dream about the life of new temptation. A world for granted immortality, Need a scientific explanation, Sing the song of old depravity. The children gathered on their own subconscious, To see a world of pain and disbelief, Betrayed and haunted by the doubting Thomas, The gates of heaven had a great belief. Simply offer me a voice unseen. I sing the songs of peace and fascination, An angel on the wings of Peter bien, Dream a scientific explanation. Depending on a true hallucination! To change the life of human consciousness, Wander through a world of inspiration, Feel protected by the doubting Thomas. Any sort of superhero fiction. A dream or haunted by the words unseen, Without a feeling like an old magician, Looking through the eyes of Peter bien. A hundred thousand years of fortune telling. About the dreams that never could awaken, Travel through a state of mind possessing, Face the world without an explanation. On my mind becomes a waking life, Surrounded by the light of horror fiction. A vision from an evil afterlife, Looking through the eyes of superstition. Salvation from an ancient revelation. Peace of mind and looking like a fairy, The world is haunted by a strange temptation, Without the fear of being ordinary.