Archive | January, 2006

darth-sidiouss favorite websites – StumbleUpon

31 Jan

http://darth-sidious.stumbleupon.com/

Welcome to SU! Have fun!

racer-x15s favorite websites – StumbleUpon

31 Jan

http://racer-x15.stumbleupon.com/

Lots of good music stumbles.

Principal

31 Jan

http://www.nicoletta.info/eng_htm/principal_eng.htm

WITHOUT FUSS
Jane Downing

“Bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood.” – Neruda

Without fuss, it ran
and the river it ran
divided those who lived

The heart is not
the pouch of a missile
uranium searing

The face of a tank
skulls dissolving
like clock-flowers

All was blown away at Basra.
the children changed from humans to worms
mothers wept with the surprise of bearing out monsters

In their halls western presidents
theorised thirty years after
napalm burned the body of a child

Dictatorial evil?
the blaspheming god who lives in the house of El Presidento?
shall we adjourn that for another day?

Without fuss,
the children’s blood ran.
stones answered to red sewers red hospitals red

There were no bees there was no corn
there was no water no husbands
no virgins

And the river it ran
of dead children
divided the nations

niewo50s reviews – StumbleUpon

30 Jan

http://niewo50.stumbleupon.com/


This is one of my favorite stumblers. A great man with one of the most beautiful hearts that I have ever seen. I am really proud to be your friend, my dear Christian.

30 Jan

http://www.denhertog.ca/

Two days ago, talking to my friend ceanna, I asked her if the pic of her avatar was her. She said “yes”. Then, I told her that she was a beautiful young woman (beside being a beautiful person) and she sent me this poem back. *hug for her*


A LADY WHO THINKS SHE IS THIRTY

by Ogden Nash

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.
Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.
Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then–
How old is Spring, Miranda?

enigmaphotos favorite websites – StumbleUpon

30 Jan

http://enigmaphoto.stumbleupon.com/

Welcome to SU!

Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee

29 Jan

http://www.indigenouspeople.net/tecumseh.htm

CHEIF TECUMSEH

SHAWNEE

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and
Demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life,
Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and
Its purpose in the service of your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
Even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and
Bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and
For the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks,
The fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and nothing,
For abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts
Are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes
They weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again
In a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

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