Mortal
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mortal
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Photo courtesy of Kitsmumma /
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Upward Looking Fallen Angel. Portrait of a male angel holding his broken wings up behind his back. He has fallen, becoming mortal, and looks upward innocently feigning his previous divinity. Extreme alternative photographic mixed medium processed image.
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‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!!
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Crypt – Sedlec Ossuary, Kutna Hora, Czech Republic
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Life is short, and shortly it will end; / Death comes quickly and respects no one, / It destroys everything and takes pity on no one. / To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning. If you don’t turn back and become like a child, / And change your life for the better, / You will not be able to enter, blessed, the Kingdom of God. / To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning. Remember that you are a Mortal
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A rock full of lost souls, a mortal man not quiet lost aided or comforted by a helper
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Sunset from the western slopes of Haleakala Maui Hawai`i “Well, I found you in the twilight garden, / Laid a lover’s hand upon your shoulder, / And we both were made aware of loving / Past the reach of reason to unravel, / Or the much desiring heart to follow. There we heard the breath among the grasses / And the gurgle of softly running water, / Well contented with the spacious starlight, / The cool wind’s touch and the deep blue distance, / Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.” Poetry by Sappho Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / Shooting Date/Time 01 June 2008 20:13:57 / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/200 / Av( Aperture Value ) 8.0 / ISO Speed 100 / Lens EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM / Focal Length 60.0 mm Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved
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White on black- The cover of my book, ‘Thoughts of a Mortal Man’
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/ / Thanks to ExplorerLoki for this clever, fascinating setting. Location: Old Aradale Asylum, Victoria, Australia
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- There are so many familiar sayings out there about ‘Time’ as we know it. Time heals all wounds. Time flies when you’re having fun. Time stands still. Time waits for no one. If I could turn back the hands of Time. Frozen in Time. Timeless…. you get the idea. Well, I wanted to create a series that perhaps captured the essence of these things, in relation to human emotion. And so my Time series was born. I know in my heart what each of them means, but I did not name them anything specific, so that the viewer could make up their own mind as to the meaning of each piece. I think that is something unique to every individual. So…my heartfelt thanks for continuing to watch and support my artistic endeavors. It feeds the fire that burns and inspires. / Aimee
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Remember that you are mortal.
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I painted a horse skeleton in oils on paper. During the painting I had a strong feeling that I was looking back in time – hence the silhouette in the top corner of the painting who is contemplating his mortality.
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Hard to believe. Ephemeral winners we are. / We win the battle / and we lose the war. And next life around / we do the same… / and next life around / we do it again. Stubborn at heart. / Easy at soul. Hard to believe! Featured in Core [C.O.R.E] group on April 29, 2009.
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digital photograph / The Battle Of Evermore / Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, / The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. / Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. / The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all. / Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. / Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all. / I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley below, / I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow. / The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, / The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. / Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. / The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant’s face is red. / Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly. / The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know. / Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow, / Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow. / The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, / The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on. / Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. / No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold. / Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. / The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back. / At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, / With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes. / Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back… / -Led Zeppelin /
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which is pronounced Ramnat my Grandfather in law, a wonderful man with a wicked sense of humour I first met him 18 years ago and when he shook my hand it stayed shook for about a week afterwards, 6’2” and with a chest like a barrel, a big bear of a man with a heart as big as the world, always ready with a helping hand or a kind word he came home one day with a sheet of 8 Foot X 4 Foot 1/2” triple ply wood on his head, he had walked almost a mile with it from the woodstore as they couldn’t deliver it for two days and he needed it that day ! aged 74 ! he arrived in the UK in the 60’s leaving his wife and all but one of his children behind in Jamaica, he and his eldest son came to the uk to make a better life for themselves and the rest of the family they lived in a room that was 10 foot by 10 foot with one bed in it, which they shared every day he would undertake a two hour bus journey to work in a plastics factory mixing the different plastic powders by hand and back then of course the only mask was a wet hankie ! he would put in a ten hour shift because the extra two hours a day paid the rent on their room he and his son took five pounds a week for themselves to live on surviving on a diet of fish and chips, the rest of their money was mailed home to help build a better house in the Kingston Ghetto, after a year the house in Jamaica was like a palace (well in Jamaica anyway) so they started to save the money they earned and eventually were able to put the down payment on a two bedroomed victorian terraced house in North London the son met a Jamaican girl living in London and got married, and his new bride moved in with them, after twelve years the house was paid for in full due to Ramnat’s hard work, and he helped the son and daughter in law with buying a house for themselves five years on and the time had come to think of himself a little, so finally with his own house and his eldest son settled he sent for his wife to join him they went through absolute hell to get her into the country, they had married in Jamaica when she was only fourteen and as such their marriage was not recognised in the UK, he had to have her visit him for 6 months on a holiday visa while they went through all the immigration nonsense, and as it had not yet been resolved at the end of the 6 months she was forced to return to Jamaica, and was unable to return for another 6 months, finally she came to the UK and they were married in a civil ceremony due to an understanding Immigration official helping them out Nineteen years after he left Jamaica ! now he is 88 years old and in failing health, he had a triple bypass, demanding that the doctors carry it out despite them telling him it woould almost certainly kill him, it didn’t ! but now when I visit him and I sit there talking with him, I can see the fire dimming and he is no longer the big tall bear I met, his walk is unsteady and slow and sometimes he is slow to respond to a comment, but his eyes still light up with delight at seeing us and the kids and his smile is as broad as ever, but he and I know the inevitable is nearing and often share silent moments just looking at each other when he departs this world it really will be a poorer place, but a better one for him having been here and I am for one very glad to have met and known this wonderful man Please make sure you turn up the volume for this Video as it is a quiet recording Love ‘N’ Laughter Kriss Please check this Link Features ! many thanks to WendyL and Keith R. Williams the hosts of this wonderful group
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When I Found Out My Father Was Mortal Its 3:05 in the morning, I found myself staring at the shell that was once my father. With the smell of death all-around me I pondered what cards are dealt to us in the game of life. / I believe most people never think of their parents growing older and some day passing on. I know, I was that way about my father. We think of our parents as being strong an invencible that nothing will ever happen to them, but all too soon we find out how wrong we were. My father was the smartest, strongest, and bravest person I have ever known. Although he only had a 7th grade education, he could give you the answer to a math problem faster than anyone that I know. / He told me funny stories about when he was in the Navy CB’s during World War II, but later in my life my mother informed me about the terrible things that he had endured. He was a strict father, but he taught me to be thankful for what I had, and how to treat other people with respect. Even though he was strict, he had never spanked me when I did something wrong. I think that stems back to when he was a kid and his father would tie him to a bed post and beat him with a razor strap, that too I found out in later years. I knew when I had pushed him to his limit by his bald head getting beet red, so that was my warning I had better straighten my act up. I treated him with the utmost respect; he was always proud that I never cussed. Little did he know that I did sometimes, but even after I got older I still had the respect not to do it in front of him. / As I was remembering about some of those events, I found myself standing by a bed at a Hospice hospital staring at my father, a man I had so much admiration for. He was on his last journey and I couldn’t accept it I felt so helpless. As I looked on the man that was once superman immortal, but now was very mortal. I thought “why is this happening?” , “he didn’t deserve to go like this.” / I had been by his beside for four days and nights, watching death slowly take over his body and soul. On the last day the nurse got me off to the side and reminded me that the last thing to go on a patient’s body was their hearing. Then she commenced to say, “your father is very strong willed”, something I already knew. She said that his time to end had come but he was fighting it, so I would have to tell him that it was alright to pass on. It was like somebody had hit me in the face with a hammer, how in the world could I do that? But as I sat there that evening, I knew all too good and well, the nurse was right about what I had to do. So taking a deep breath and trying to contain my emotions, I began to tell this dearest man I have ever known, how proud that I had been of him, and that he and my mother, who passed on years before, had done the best job any parent could do at raising a child. Then I told him how lucky I was to have had him as my father, but now his job here on earth was over and it was time to start his new journey. Even though he was unable to communicate, as I finished talking I noticed a tear running so slowly down his cheek. I spent the rest of the evening reading verses out of the Bible to him until I fell asleep. / Around 3:00 in the morning the nurse woke me and said that it was time, he was getting ready to pass on, so as this man that gave me life and was everything in the world to me, took his last breath, I leaned down to his ear and told him how much I loved him, and I thought to myself how lucky we were to have known him and that morning a mortal man again became immortal, in my heart. / / Charles L. Fridel born July 1913 passed Oct. 1993 / Written by Larry Fridel Featured / The World As We See It Group 10/18/09 This is for a challenge for writting at The Day I Cried The Picture / My Mother (who passed in 1968) my Father (who passed in 1993) and myself. Image & writting copyright © 2009, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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A possible Kung Fu Panda sequel?
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“The light wraps you in its mortal flame…” / / Pablo Neruda
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Seventy Six years seperate the hands Tyler, just entered his teens and on his way to manhood, tenderly holds his Great Grandfather’s hand, Ramnaugh 89 Years old and very close to leaving us now, it was hard to see this big bear of a man I admire for his courage and fortitude lying in a hospital bed so frail now Tyler sat by his hospital bed for an hour holding his hand and just being there for him while he dozed This isn’t Tyler’s first experience of mans mortality, but it is the first one that is touching him with full understanding Ramnaugh has cancer of the lungs, most probably caused from his job in a plastics factory, and will be gone in weeks, but still, even with his time running out, he has a sparkle in his eyes, and was flirting with nurses :-) Love ‘N’ Laughter Kriss ♥ London 12-11-2009, Taken on my mobile phone
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