in the life we experience
there is one thing that is certain
which is death.

each thing, everything,
will come to an ultimate demise
and in which they will no longer exist
and everything they achieved
loved and cared for
is eventually forgotten
and no one remembers who sonnet 18 is written about.

because humanity is selfish,
we care for only ourselves and those who are too close
but even then we forget those ones as well.
and we forget who they were
what they were like
what they did
and if the area around their eyes crinkled or not when they smiled


everyone has a choice in this world, to either do great things,
or to forget those who did them.
everyone remembers the president,
but who remembers the name of the school teacher who gave her life for 16 children three years ago?

William Shakespeare - baptized in 26 April 1564, was an English poet, playwright and actor, widely considered as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon".

His extant works, including some collaboration, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, two epitaphs on a man named John Combe, one epitaph on Elias James, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

If you want to learn and know more about William Shakespeare’s bio, history and best works, please go visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare


One of the best poems of William Shakespeare:

Carpe Diem

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

'Wander',
                        a word for
Shadows                        like myself

I would have been happy (perhaps, maybe)
If the entire, um, sympos-i-um
Had tasted her sweet and sour body
Screaming, loving, digging into flesh; yum,

So long as I was left far back in the dark,
In ignorance, in blissful illiteracy,
The stage of Mystery versus History

But now I know, and now I just have no choice, I have to say goodbye, I have to say adieu, I have to wave the white flag at the black ship leaving the harbor forever--"Evrémonde!", I cry out, but the ship just keeps sailing... Now the flag is in tatters and so is my mind, now the window is shut open and my heart is open shut. Why would you tell me, why would someone have the audacity of being so genuine and honest and truthful? Why wouldn't you show some humanity? This generation has no tact, we have too many good values and I'm losing faith in humankind as it becomes, sadly, far too human!

Yesterday and today and again tomorrow
Regrets build up from day to day
To the last moment of my waning life
And all my yesterdays have guided me
Towards my longed for death, so *******, brief candle.

Life's just a passing sideshow, poor interval
To fill in the time between TV shows and football -
So pass another beer - life's just a ragged tail
Wagged by an idiot, it's **** and *** and ***** -
And then there's **** all left.

Know you whichever tempestuous idiot declar'd
O wonder how many goodly creatures are there here
And how beautious whining mankind be?
O brave new ******* pointless world
That has such people in't or some such futility
Needeth yet her brains examining forsooth
And has ne'er seen Wolverhampton ill-lit by moonlight.

We sat under the tree in our garden, reading books.
You gazed at the sky and pointed out shapes in the clouds,
We sang the good old songs out loud near the fireplace,
You watered the plants today and asked me to rest for a while,
We cooked dinner together after playing your favourite game,
You spent the night reading Shakespeare to me and said you loved me,
We laughed on my silly jokes and I fell asleep in your arms,
This morning I realized that it was only a dream after all.

When I lost my marbles,
My dad would always say:
"Don't worry, you'll find them
When you just stop searching."

And it sounded stupid,
But every time I stopped,
Yeah, I found my marbles.

I grew up; my dad died,
Seasons changed, so did I,
But the rule stayed as true.

One day, I'd given up
On that romantic stuff,
And,
Resigned to die alone,
I walked into a big
Ol' Shakespeare conference,
To watch Othello die.

Well there, they were taking
"Volunteers" for Juliet,
"Lucky men" Romeos,
And I was one of them.