Did you flirt with Kant, perhaps Aristotle? While you scrutinized Metaphysics, Scholasticism, Augustinianism? Did you look into the constellation of Taurus as you studiously calculated a parallel universe? Did you walk in the theory of grace, to set the pace of ethical well being? Individualism of a laissez faire practice?
Were you an enlightenment thinker with a top hat, carrying a cane, while we drank our Apostelwein 1727 from the famous 12 Apostles cellar in Bremen? Did you teach or ask the questions? Did the students learn from you, did you learn from your students?
Perhaps that winding road of life encompasses a trail of awareness, while we search for the answers to the unknown. Circling back to God, asking him to lead the way on a dark winters day.
Love intoxicates
Makes your heart palpitate,
Makes your emotions radiate,
Scaling highest current, electrocuting feelings.
Love is bad
Love is hard
Love is bald
Love is mad.
Tune you strange to other maidens,
Beat your heart strong, mend it rigid.
Funny it tends: to the choice colleen.
Drives your mental horizon to the alleys of worry.
Love is sweet,
Love does prick,
Love is weak,
Love is thick.
Sweet like candy solution-ed with strawberry,
Pricks your heart, drags your brain: making them enemies.
Weakens your thought, mar your dealings,
Moisture your veins, thicken the lotions in your reins.
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Driving you like a Bremen Bull,
Crazed UPSTAIRS, all earth pull,
Hurting the soil with its hoof,
Till the craved cud it chew.
18:09:11:09:03
Josh Berry
For us, it has become an everyday scene.
The only world we know now is our B-17.
Over Adolf's territory, we drop our bombs away.
We have been flying missions both night and day.
We want to cripple the Axis with each bomb we drop.
That bad boy's actions are what we are trying to stop.
So what is the target today, Bremen or Stuttgart?
We want to lunge a dagger right into the Nazi heart.
I heard Axis Sally last night on the radio.
What is our next target? I think they already know.
Well, with today's mission, it is one strike more.
With more success, we can bring an end to this war.
For us, it has become an everyday scene.
The only world we know now is our B-17.
Over Adolf’s territory, we drop our bombs away.
We have been flying missions both night and day.
We want to cripple the Axis with each bomb we drop.
That bad boy’s actions are what we are trying to stop.
So what is the target today, Bremen or Stuttgart?
We want to lunge a dagger right into the Nazi’s heart.
I heard Axis Sally last night on the radio.
What is our next target? I think they already know.
Well, with today’s mission, it is one strike more.
With more success, we can bring an end to this war.
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