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Everything Led Zeppelin
The Fall of the Roman EmpireWhen you've reached the peak and you have it all,The Fall of the Roman Empire by CassieCros13
Which way can you move without a fall?
When the gains you've made are through war and greed
And you've lost all sight of the poor man’s need.
Then surely the riches you eagerly sought,
The lands you conquered, the wars you fought,
Must someday dissolve with a cry of pain,
‘Cause you can’t hold an empire on that kind of gain.
The Roman Empire in days of old,
Was a land of honey and wine and gold,
But the honey and wine were for just a few,
And the gold seemed to go the same way too.
The men at the top wanted more and more,
Then they had it all and it was all a bore.
So they looked for a means to brighten their days,
And they managed this in many ways.
The lions roared and the fun began
When they opened the doors and pushed out a man.
And the air was torn with joyful cries,
As the blood spilled out before their eyes.
The Christians, it seemed, were their favorite game,
And they died in the hundreds in the Good Lord
ProhibitionThe working men who drank for yearsProhibition by CassieCros13
To liquidate their fears
Just a couple creamy beers.
Seldom exceeding that number
The beers lured them into slumber.
Living in this time
When society saw it fine
To enjoy such beer and wine.
But whiskey was not the same
It was the devil’s wicked game.
As it poisoned the best of men
It shall never cast it’s spell again!
They were wet, but voted dry
Against the bourbon and the rye
Never expecting the beer to die.
Unknowing of the petition
Endorsing absolute prohibition
That would outlaw their addiction.
With the banishment of whiskey
It was more pricey and more risky
As people stabbed and robbed to loot
The sole forbidden fruit.
No more rum, no more champagne
To entice the tired brain
As the people woefully dread
When prohibition further spread
Intended to stop the crime
That increased tenfold with time.
Rather than ending prohibition
Up came another mission
To point the finger to the drugs
Associated with the murderous thugs
Sublime SerenityWhen I turned seven,Sublime Serenity by CassieCros13
I blew bubbles.
I put my lips to the wand,
And outside the bubbles
Would float towards the sun,
And that was how I had my fun.
I dipped my wand into the suds,
And watched the kaleidoscopic colors glisten inside
these bubbles that grew and changed before my eyes
And made their way to higher skies.
As an autistic child, I had an obsession
So sublime and serene,
That it fueled my every dream,
It simply was the color green.
To this day,
I don't know why
I would scream, shout and cry
If the car would not stop by
the lone green balloon, tied to the sign by the street.
As my loving father would achieve such a feat
To acclaim this prize, just for me.
There was nothing more that made me smile
Than to behold its beauty for that long while.
And every Christmas was that much more special
As the rich and vibrant lights,
Would twinkle around the evergreen tree
And mystify me.
And when I ever smelled that pine,
It brought forth the magical feeling of Christmas time.
And still so
I was born on Friday, September 13th on a full moon after midnight. (Which explains a lot. )|
I am an eighteen year old high school/college student and aspiring Political Scientist that fantasizes about being a hippie once in awhile.
I live in a remote, rural town of about 2000 people in Oregon.
I love to sing, write, debate, and draw. Even though I'm not much of an artist in comparison to the spectacular talent on dA, I'm obsessed with colors and love the psychedelic art and music of the 1960's and '70's.
I was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder when I was four years old.
My family is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Above picture made by the very talented
dA is my favorite site on the internet because of the diverse talents and heart of it's community.
Through The Eyes of AutismThey said I was a miracle child. That the fact that I can even talk or comprehend things now is only the work of The Lord himself. For many years I was trapped in my own state of mind. Knowing the words I wanted to say, but the ability to speak them out was gone. Yet everyone looked at me as if I was different, "special" as they call it. Even though it's all behind me now, in a sense I still feel this way. Each day I'm forced into a mold I can't fit into, no matter what I'll do.
ProhibitionThe working men who drank for years
Generation GapIn a fragile world accessed through fingertips,
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