I journey to the White City.
It seems so far away. The
invisible shield keeps out
slackers who want to pass,
but who do not want to give
up their selfish ways.
Her walls are the color of
luminescent pearls; her
streets sparkle in the
eternal sun. No shadows
ever enter for dark can not
exist in the middle of
the Light of Love.
I bathe in the River Eternal
wash away the grime of greed.
I don the robe of compassion
and prepare my longing heart
for the transformation needed
to enter this city of love.
Revelation21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Have you ever had a difference with a dear friend? How his letters, written in the period of love and confidence, sicken and rebuke you! What a dreary mourning it is to dwell upon those vehement protests of dead affection!
Shaw studied at Hamilton College but was expelled for removing the clapper from the chapel bell. After a roving life as farmer, explorer, and coal miner, he settled in Poughkeepsie, New York, as an auctioneer and real estate dealer. In 1860, using the pseudonym Josh Billings, he began to write humorous sketches and homespun philosophies in rural dialect—often with intentionally crude misspellings—and soon became a popular lecturer. What are some of Shaw’s best aphorisms? More…Discuss
In the late 1960s, Australian farmer Leonard Casley protested government wheat quotas he considered unfair. Unsuccessful, he turned to Commonwealth law and styled himself a monarch—His Majesty Prince Leonard I of Hutt—and founded The Principality of Hutt River. His pronouncement of sovereignty was never successfully challenged by the Australian government, and he is now considered a non-resident of Australia for income tax purposes. What legal quirks allowed him to start his own micronation? More…Discuss
Thieves hit an Irish museum‘s storage facility this week, but rather than make away with treasured works of art, they went straight for the rhinoceros heads. The four stolen heads have a combined total of eight horns. Powdered rhino horn is highly valued ineastern medicine, and the estimated street value of the stolen horns is about $654,000 (€500,000). Ironically, the museum removed the heads from display last year and placed them in the warehouse to safeguard them from opportunistic thieves. More…Discuss
This was shot in “Le Train Bleu”, a restaurant in the Gare de Lyon train station in Paris. See a 360° panorama and my article about the restaurant on http://fxcuisine.com/default.asp?Disp…
In Griftopia, Matt Taibbi tells how Mayor Daley sold the rights to Chicago’sparking meter revenues for 75 years for $1 billion when the estimate was that the revenue was worth $5 billion. Sara Paretsky, resident of Chicago and author of the V. I. Warshawski detective novels, has this to say about the deal in her novel Body Works:
“Parking has also become a source of bitterness in the city–the mayor suddenly sold street parking to a private firm, which had quadrupled the rates overnight. We all had to carry bags of quarters everywhere we went, as if we were heading for slot machines, which I guess the pay stations had become. Slot machines completely and permanently skewed in the house’s favor.”
Please keep this in mind when someone tells you that free enterprise is more efficient than government. Another target of potential profit that the corporate…
Operating munition grade fertilizers, in residential neighborhood is never a good idea! unless you own the cities and counties and state, and the lives of everybody within!
It takes time, attention, redirection to uncover beauty To find beauty dressed as tree Sea Cloud Woman Song Flower Fragrance…
It takes humanity Wisdom Time Time Time And more time to reclaim your soul stolen by McDonalds, Coors,
Gecko, Commercials – for junk food like flying burgers and fries, extras large with gallons of harsh soft drinks, above a frozen beach, state farm insurance, verizon with no horizon, just flying polluting banners of air, water, mind, soul, stomach, life, airways, freeway, always life, distorsion, abuse, quantifiable theft of freedom,
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government — signs for all to see.
I can’t run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring …
You can add up the parts but you won’t have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. That’s how the light gets in. That’s how the light gets in.
Avec le temps Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix Le coeur quand ça bat plus, c’est pas la peine d’aller Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c’est très bien Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va L’autre qu’on adorait, qu’on cherchait sous la pluie L’autre qu’on devinait au détour d’un regard Entre les mots, entre les lignes et sous le fard D’un serment maquillé qui s’en va faire sa nuit Avec le temps tout s’évanouit Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va Mêm’ les plus chouett’s souv’nirs ça t’a un’ de ces gueules A la Gal’rie j’Farfouille dans les rayons d’la mort Le samedi soir quand la tendresse s’en va tout’ seule Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va L’autre à qui l’on croyait, pour un rhume, pour un rien L’autre à qui l’on donnait du vent et des bijoux Pour qui l’on eût vendu son âme pour quelques sous Devant quoi l’on s’trainait comme trainent les chiens Avec le temps, va, tout va bien Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va On oublie les passions et l’on oublie les voix Qui vous disaient tout bas les mots des pauvres gens Ne rentre pas trop tard, surtout ne prend pas froid Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va Et l’on se sent blanchi comme un cheval fourbu Et l’on se sent glacé dans un lit de hasard Et l’on se sent tout seul peut-être mais peinard Et l’on se sent floué par les années perdues Alors vraiment Avec le temps on n’aime plus.
FIRST FREEDOM: freedom from other people’ beliefs: make your own search, research and dismiss small talk, rumors that cannot be substantiated and backed up by direct knowledge of fact!
SECOND FREEDOM: Freedom from Misconception (see first freedom): Base your beliefs on what you find to be the truth s, not truth perceived or made up by others by others, no matter who) to serve their own purpose (political, economical, social)!
THIRD FREEDOM: REFUSE TO LIE TO YoURSELF AND TO OTHERS, REFUSE TO BECOME THE LOUDSPEAKER!!!
FORTH FREEDOM: LISTEN TO PEOPLE’ ACTIONS, NOT WORDS, IN ORDER TO DECIDE THEIR WORTH! (VOTE WITH YOUR HEAD, NOT WITH YOUR HEART!)
FIFTH FREEDOM: THE WORLD IS LARGER THAN ANY ISLAND! (EVEN THOUGH THE eARTH IS AN ISLAND IN ITSELF!)
SIXTH FREEDOM: LIVE AN AUTHENTIC LIFE: fREE YOURSELF FROM SURROUNDING COMMERCIALISM ON THE PHONE, ON GOOGLE, ON WORDPRESS, ON FACEBOOK, YOUTUBE, CNN< ETC, PROMOTIONS:
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LIVING AND THEY REPRESENT THE FIGHT OF QUANTITY VS. QUALITY, IN WHICH QUALITY NEVER HAS A CHANCE TO
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, “You must not ask for so much.” And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?” Oh like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.
Mourir pour des idées, l’idée est excellente Moi j’ai failli mourir de ne l’avoir pas eu Car tous ceux qui l’avaient, multitude accablante En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente Abjurant ses erreurs, se rallie à leur foi Avec un soupçon de réserve toutefois Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente, D’accord, mais de mort lenteJugeant qu’il n’y a pas péril en la demeure Allons vers l’autre monde en flânant en chemin Car, à forcer l’allure, il arrive qu’on meure Pour des idées n’ayant plus cours le lendemain Or, s’il est une chose amère, désolante En rendant l’âme à Dieu c’est bien de constater Qu’on a fait fausse route, qu’on s’est trompé d’idée Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente D’accord, mais de mort lenteLes saint jean bouche d’or qui prêchent le martyre Le plus souvent, d’ailleurs, s’attardent ici-bas Mourir pour des idées, c’est le cas de le dire C’est leur raison de vivre, ils ne s’en privent pas Dans presque tous les camps on en voit qui supplantent Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité J’en conclus qu’ils doivent se dire, en aparté “Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente D’accord, mais de mort lente”Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles Et la question se pose aux victimes novices Mourir pour des idées, c’est bien beau mais lesquelles? Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes Quand il les voit venir, avec leur gros drapeau Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente D’accord, mais de mort lente
Encor s’il suffisait de quelques hécatombes Pour qu’enfin tout changeât, qu’enfin tout s’arrangeât Depuis tant de “grands soirs” que tant de têtes tombent Au paradis sur terre on y serait déjà Mais l’âge d’or sans cesse est remis aux calendes Les dieux ont toujours soif, n’en ont jamais assez Et c’est la mort, la mort toujours recommencée Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente D’accord, mais de mort lente
O vous, les boutefeux, ô vous les bons apôtres Mourez donc les premiers, nous vous cédons le pas Mais de grâce, morbleu! laissez vivre les autres! La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici bas Car, enfin, la Camarde est assez vigilante Elle n’a pas besoin qu’on lui tienne la faux Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds! Mourrons pour des idées, d’accord, mais de mort lente D’accord, mais de mort lente.
Georges Brassens PRAYER Poem Francis Jammes For the little boy who died with her motherWhile children have fun in the pit, and the wounded bird who does not know how his wing suddenly bloody and down by thirst and hunger and delirium ardent: Hail Mary. Through beaten by drunken kids coming in, For the donkey gets kicked in the stomach by the humiliation of innocent chastened by we sold the Virgin undressedFor the son whose mother was insulted: . Hail Mary by the old woman, stumbling under too much weight in exclaims: “My God“The unfortunate whose arms could not rely on a human love as the Cross of the Son of Simon of Cyrene; For the horse fell under the truck behind it Hail Mary. Through four horizons crucify the World ,For all those whose flesh is torn or succumbs For those without feet, for those without hands, For the patient it is carried out and moaning and just put in the ranks of assassins: Hail Mary. Through mother learning that her son is cured, by recalling the bird the bird fell from the nest by the thirsty grass and collects the shower, by kissing lost love restored, And the beggar finding its currency: Hail Mary.
“HATRED TEARS OUR WORLD APART!: LOVE WHERE RE YOU?”
George-B
Songwriters: BRASSENS, GEORGES CHARLES/JAMMES, FRANCIS
Paroles : Francis Jammes Musique : Georges Brassens1Par le petit garon qui meurt prs de sa mre Tandis que des enfants s’amusent au parterre ; Et par l’oiseau bless qui ne sait pas comment Son aile tout coup s’ensanglante et descend Par la faim et la soif et le dlire ardent : Je vous salue, Marie. 2Par les gosses battus par l’ivrogne qui rentre, Par l’ne qui reoit des coups de pied au ventre Et par l’humiliation de l’innocent chti, Par la vierge vendue qu’on a dshabille, Par le fils don’t la mre a t insulte : Je vous salue, Marie. 3Par la vieille qui, trbuchant sous trop de poids, S’crie : “Mon Dieu !” Par le malheureux don’t les bras Ne purent s’appuyer sur une amour humaine Comme la Croix du Fils sur Simon de Cyrne ; Par le cheval tomb sous le chariot qu’il trane : Je vous salue, Marie. 4Par les quatre horizons qui crucifient le Monde, Par tous ceux don’t la chair se dchire ou succombe, Par ceux qui sont sans pieds, par ceux qui sont sans mains, Par le malade que l’on opre et qui geint Et par le juste mis au rang des assassins : Je vous salue, Marie. 5Par la mre apprenant que son fils est guri, Par l’oiseau rappelant l’oiseau tomb du nid, Par l’herbe qui a soif et recueille l’onde, Par le baiser perdu par l’amour redonn, Et par le mendiant retrouvant sa monnaie : Je vous salue, Marie. 6Par l’ne et par le boeuf, par l’ombre de la paille, Par la pauvresse qui l’on dit qu’elle s’en aille, Par les nativits qui n’auront sur leurs tombes Que les bouquets de givre aux ailes de colombe, Par la vertu qui lutte et celle qui succombe : Je vous salue, Marie
Sulla piazza d’una città la gente guardava con ammirazione un gorilla portato là dagli zingari di un baraccone
con poco senso del pudore le comari di quel rione contemplavano lo scimmione non dico dove non dico come
attenti al gorilla !
d’improvviso la grossa gabbia dove viveva l’animale s’aprì di schianto non so perché forse l’avevano chiusa male
la bestia uscendo fuori di là disse: “quest’oggi me la levo” parlava della verginità di cui ancora viveva schiavo
attenti al gorilla !
il padrone si mise a urlare ” il mio gorilla , fate attenzione” non ha veduto mai una scimmia potrebbe fare confusione
tutti i presenti a questo punto fuggirono in ogni direzione anche le donne dimostrando la differenza fra idea e azione
attenti al gorilla !
tutta la gente corre di fretta di qui e di là con grande foga si attardano solo una vecchietta e un giovane giudice con la toga
visto che gli altri avevan squagliato il quadrumane accelerò e sulla vecchia e sul magistrato con quattro salti si portò
attenti al gorilla !
bah , sospirò pensando la vecchia ch’io fossi ancora desiderata sarebbe cosa alquanto strana e più che altro non sperata
che mi si prenda per una scimmia pensava il giudice col fiato corto non è possibile, questo è sicuro il seguito prova che aveva torto
attenti al gorilla !
se qualcuno di voi dovesse costretto con le spalle al muro , violare un giudice od una vecchia della sua scelta sarei sicuro
ma si dà il caso che il gorilla considerato un grandioso fusto da chi l’ha provato però non brilla né per lo spirito né per il gusto
attenti al gorilla !
infatti lui, sdegnando la vecchia si dirige sul magistrato lo acchiappa forte per un’orecchia e lo trascina in mezzo ad un prato quello che avvenne fra l’erba alta
non posso dirlo per intero ma lo spettacolo fu avvincente e lo “suspence” ci fu davvero
attenti al gorilla !
dirò soltanto che sul più bello dello spiacevole e cupo dramma piangeva il giudice come un vitello negli intervalli gridava mamma
gridava mamma come quel tale cui il giorno prima come ad un pollo con una sentenza un po’ originale aveva fatto tagliare il collo.
The history of Belgium is torn between Celtic influences, German and Latin, and Burgundian, Austrian, Spanish, Dutch and French before arriving at independence in 1830.
Belgium is a constitutional monarchy whose current king Albert II , the sixth king of the Belgians since 1993 (it is worth mentioning the interregnum of the Prince Regent Charles who assumed power vacuum from 1944 to 1950 pledged all royal powers, bringing the total number of seven kingdoms).
The Kingdom of Belgium is located in the Northern Hemisphere and to the east of the Greenwich meridian (north latitude and longitude). It extends latitude of 2 degrees of Meerle north ( 51 ° 30 ‘) to Torgny south ( 49 ° 30 ‘), and in less than 4 degrees in longitude of La Panne as the highest point in the West ( 2 ° 33 ‘) in Manderfeld east ( 6 ° 24 ‘).Its geographical center is Nil-Saint-Vincent , in the Walloon Brabant , at 50 ° 38 ‘north latitude and 04 ° 40 ‘east longitude. It stretches over a distance of 318.2 km between La Panne and Arlon .>>>>>>>>>>>>>>more HERE
Jacques Brel ‘s waltz (Version 1972) the first time the waltz Alone you smile already the first time the waltz I am alone, but I realize you and Paris who beats Paris to measure our excitement and Paris that beats me whisper whisper whisper {Refrain:} A three-step waltz Who still has time Who still has time to offer detours from the side of love How lovely A waltz four stroke This is much less dancing It’s much dancing but equally charming That takes three to tango waltz A four-stroke A waltz twenty It’s much more troubling It is much more troubling but much more charming That takes three to tango waltz A twenty percent time a waltz to tango hundred years you can hear a waltz At each intersection in that love Paris in the spring Refreshes A waltz a waltz a thousand times a waltz set the timefrom wait twenty years for you to have twenty years And I have twenty years a waltz a waltz a waltz only offer to lovers Three hundred and thirty or three times the time To build a novel the second time the waltz We’re two, you’re in my arms the second time the waltz We have both: one two three and Paris who beatsParis to measure our stir and Paris who beats us humming humming already {Chorus} the third time the waltz waltz We finally all three the third time the waltz It is you, and there is love me And that beats Paris Paris to measure our excitement and Paris who beats finally let his joy. {au Refrain} Lalala lalala the
KABUL: While others make plans to flee, a new generation of educated young Afghans who have tasted new freedoms in post-Taliban times are determined to stay and rebuild their war-ravaged nation.
With the vast majority of foreign troops withdrawing by the end of next year, many predict a resurgence of the hardline religious groups or a return to the civil war of the 1990s.
But a host of young professionals — including entrepreneurs, journalists, activists and artists — say they plan to stay to build a better future for a country that has suffered more than three decades of war.
More globally connected than any generation before them, more aware of the outside world and more urban, this new young elite will be the key driver of change in a land where half the population is under 18, said analyst Omar Sharifi.
Freedom in America is a poetry book to video production by Laurel Sobol, copyright laurel sobol. Written several months after the USA needed inspiration and hope when uncertainties and sadness shrouded our beautiful nation-this poetry was written and inspired to bring happiness and light hearts to all those who needed a bright incentive in life. Filled with fine art, abstract and surreal art, impressionistic art, passionate art, inspired art in all: American Landscapes and places, Yosemite Merced River, Oregon Landscapes and Seascapes, Vineyards Autumn, Islands, Arctic Landscape and Seascape with Dwarf pines and shrubs, Oregon High Mountain Cascades Glorious Art, Australia Seascapes and Waves, Country Light and Covered Bridge, Sunflowers and Boquets of Flowers, Stone Bridge over gentle stream, Waterfalls big and small, Africa, African Virginia Falls, African Landscapes, South America, Iguazu Falls of South America.
Raza Habib Raja at Pak Tea House describes how another Christian colony had been attacked in Gujranwala, Punjab in Pakistan using the same rhetoric – revenge for alleged “Insult to Islam”.
Sometimes I feel that among our distinguished crew of guest bloggers and the prodigious output of Professor Turley, that I seem to be “The Doom and Gloom” guest blogger. It seems I’m always looking at the worst side of things, without the counterbalance of positive articles that most everyone else here produces. This is actually a dichotomy when compared to my personal life. I happen to be one of the luckiest people you can meet and although I’ve suffered my share of life’s tragedies, my outlook is almost always optimistic. Yet when I turn my attention to the condition of this country and the way it is governed, my pessimism overwhelms me intellectually, even as I am predominantly a fairly happy person in my life and thankful for the blessings chance has bestowed upon me.
This past Wednesday I found myself filled with this…
Among the sentiments of most powerful operation upon the human heart, and most highly honorable to the human character, are those of veneration for our forefathers, and of love for our posterity.
A highly decorated American naval officer and WWII veteran, Beach became the naval aide to the US president following the war. In his free time, he wrote. Drawing on his wartime experiences, Beach penned 13 books. His first and best-known published work, 1955’sRun Silent, Run Deep, was made into a film of the same name in 1958. In 1960, Beach commanded the first submerged circumnavigation aboard the USS Triton, an American nuclear-powered submarine unique for having two what? More…Discuss
In the spring of 1914, the Colorado National Guardmachine-gunned and torched a tent colony in Ludlow, where striking coal miners and their families had been living after being evicted from their company-owned homes some months earlier. Nineteen people, most of them women and children, were killed. For the next 10 days, the strikers attacked nearby mines and battled mine guards and militia. Federal troops were needed to put an end to the violence. Which side eventually prevailed in the strike? More…Discuss
The manhunt for the lone remaining suspect from Monday’s marathon bombing has entirely disrupted life in the Boston area and captivated people around the globe. On Thursday night, the twoterrorsuspects robbed a convenience store, shot and killed a college campuspolice officer, hijacked a car, and got into a shootout with police that critically injured another officer and killed one of the suspects. The other suspect escaped the police dragnet, prompting a virtual lockdown of the Boston area. Mass transit was shut down, school was canceled, and people were asked to lock their doors and remain indoors as officers conducted a house-to-house hunt for the suspect. More…Discuss
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LIVING AND THEY REPRESENT THE FIGHT OF QUANTITY VS. QUALITY, IN WHICH QUALITY NEVER HAS A CHANCE TO
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