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It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.

By Kari Liimatainen
Quote: Irish Saying
Quote provided by: CZ

The Means To Attain Happy Life

MARTIAL, the things that do attain  
  The happy life be these, I find:—  
The richesse left, not got with pain;  
  The fruitful ground, the quiet mind;  
 
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
  No charge of rule, nor governance;  
Without disease, the healthful life;  
  The household of continuance;  
 
The mean diet, no delicate fare;  
  True wisdom join’d with simpleness;
The night dischargèd of all care,  
  Where wine the wit may not oppress.  
 
The faithful wife, without debate;  
  Such sleeps as may beguile the night:  
Contented with thine own estate
  Ne wish for death, ne fear his might.  
Poem by: Henry Howard,
Earl Of Surrey
(1516-47)

Art: Breath Of Life
By MoonSongWolf
Via: Deviant Art

Beauty

Beauty is borne in much more than one form.
Outside convention, to which features conform,
Lies beauty that light waves never weave —
That absent the mind, no eye might perceive.


Beauty may rest in a hot, heaving chest,
In the rise and fall of pendulous breasts,
In a tangled mane of sweat-matted hair,
A blood-soaked infant’s first breath of air.


Beauty may hide beneath teary eyes,
‘Neath sob-skewed features that can’t disguise
Pain eons’ passing might never allay,
In the depth of love that such grief displays.


Beauty may be bred of self-sacrifice,
Of a cause so great, one lays down his life
Thinking only of those his death may save,
In the hope sowed ‘round a hero’s grave.


Beauty may rise from the direst of needs,
The greatest wrongs, the blackest of deeds,
For adversity’s the seed of new starts
By which hope and strength take root in a heart.


Beauty’s variety is vast, untold,
If we can but be aware to behold —
True beauty, so rare for eyes to see,
Is common to a mind that perceives.

(By SecretedSins)

Code Of Conduct

Post by "CavalierZee"

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 grovel 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 no thing, 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 the 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.

Tecumseh's Wisdom
Shawnee Chief 
(1768-1813) 

Elegy 5

Post by "CavalierZee"

In summer's heat, and mid-time of the day,
To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay;

One window shut, the other open stood,
Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,

Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,
Or night being past, and yet not day begun.

Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,
Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.

Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,
Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
       
Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed
Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.

I snatched her gown: being thin, the harm was small,
Yet strived she to be covered there withal.

And striving thus, as one that would be cast,
Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.

Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,
Not one wen in her body could I spy.

What arms and shoulders did I touch and see!
How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me!
            
How smooth a belly under her waist saw I,
How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh!

To leave the rest, all liked me passing well,
I clinged her naked body, down she fell:

Judge you the rest; being tired she bade me kiss;
Jove send me more such afternoons as this!
By Ovid
Translated by Christopher Marlowe

On Liberty

The peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is,
That it is robbing the human race posterity,
As well as the existing generation,
Those who dissent from the opinion,
Still more than those who hold it.

If the opinion is right,
They are deprived of the opportunity of,
Exchanging error for truth.

If wrong, they lose what is almost as great a benefit,
The clear perception and livelier impression of truth,
Produced by it's collision with error.

(John Stuart Mill)

Heavens Rain

Post by "CavalierZee"


Artist "Mehdi"

Don't Kiss Me

Post by "CavalierZee"


Don’t kiss me with your fingertips,
I want the whole, unadulterated passion of your palms,
taunting my malleable flesh, pressing me against a wall
The anger that is residual of forced separation
shall be our making.


Don’t kiss me with a brush of your lips,
I want to feel the searing heat of your tongue,
moulding my taut neck, leaving marks against dark caramel
The pain that is residual of secrets kept
shall be our undoing.


Don’t kiss me with wisps of silk,
I want the friction of skin against skin,
casting statues in a tumultuous dance between curves and hips
The need that is residual of past trysts
shall keep us moving.


[By notsospiffywha]

I Love You! I'll Kill You!

Post by "CavalierZee"


Artist: "Enigma"

I see love, I can see passion
I feel danger, I feel obsession
Don't play games with the ones who love you
Cause I hear a voice who says:
I love you... I'll kill you... 

Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room... 

Look into the mirror of your soul
Love and hate are one in all
Sacrifice turns to revenge and believe me
You'll see the face who'll say:

I love you... I'll kill you...
But I'll love you forever 

Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room...

Dirty Laundry

Post by "CavalierZee"


Artist "Don Henley"



I make my living off the Evening News 
Just give me something, something I can use 
People love it when you lose, 
They love dirty laundry 

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here 
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear 
Give us dirty laundry 

Kick 'em when they're up 
Kick 'em when they're down 
Kick 'em when they're up 
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em all around 

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who 
Comes on at five 
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash, with a gleam 
In her eye 
It's interesting when people die,
Give us dirty laundry 

Can we film the operation? 
Is the head dead yet? 
You know the boys in the newsroom, got a 
Running bet 
Get the widow on the set! 
We need dirty laundry 

You don't really need to find out what's going on 
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone 
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry 

Kick 'em when they're up 
Kick 'em when they're down 
Kick 'em when they're stiff 
Kick 'em all around 

Dirty little secrets 
Dirty little lies 
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry 

We can do "The Innuendo" 
We can dance and sing 
When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!

A New Chance

When doubts and fears are growing
It's hard to keep on going
From day to day not knowing
Just what the end will be...



Take each day as you find it
If things go wrong, don't mind it
For each day leaves behind it
A chance to start anew...
(by-Gertrude Ellgas)

An Irish Blessing

May there always be work for your hands to do
May your purse always hold a coin or two
May the sun always shine upon your window pane
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain
May the hand of a friend always be near to you, and
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you...

'Unspoken'

If you love someone, tell them!
because hearts are often broken,
by words left unspoken...
(unknown author)
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the bitterest tears shed over graves,
are for words left unsaid,
and deeds left undone...
(Harriet Beecher Stowe)

Wisdom

1- tell me, I forget,
show me, I remember,
Involve me, I understand.
(ancient Chinese Proverb)



2-every job is a self portrait,
of the person who did it,
autograph your work with excellence.
(unknown author)

Wisdom

1. a man who stands for nothing, will fall for anything.
(Malcolm-X)



2. be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter,
and those who matter don't mind.
(unknown author)



3. man cannot discover new Oceans unless,
he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
(Andre Gide)

'Ingredients For Peace'

Wisdom...
to see the future,
and shape it for the good of all.



Courage...
to face all challenges,
and freely accept the outcome.



Compassion...
to open your heart to all,
and to give comfort to those that seek it.



Strength...
to admit weaknesses
and the ability to overcome them.



To Fear Love, Is To Fear Life,
And Those Who Fear Life,
Are The Walking Dead!


(Unknown Author)

The Enemies Of Public Liberty

"Of all the enemies of public liberty,
war is perhaps the most to be dreaded,
because it comprises and develops
the germ of every other war.
war is the parent of armies!
from these proceed debts and taxes.
and armies, debts and taxes are the known Instruments
for bringing the many under the dominion of the few.
no nation could preserve its freedom
in the midst of continual warfare."


(James Madison, the principal architect of the U.S. Constitution 1795)

Challenging Cheney

1. Challenging Cheney...


"It doesn't matter whether he takes Amnesty International seriously;
he doesn't take torture seriously;
he doesn't take the Geneva Convention seriously;
he doesn't take due process seriously;
and he doesn't take Internatonal Law seriously!"

A statement made by William Schultz, Executive Director of Amnesty International USA,
in response to VP. Dick Cheney's comment that he wasn't putting much weight on Amnesty's criticism of US treatment of detainees at Guantanamo Bay.



2. "We owe respect to the living, to the dead we owe only truth!"
(Voltaire, Oeuvres VolI, P.15)

Cry Of The Unborn

Wonder I, Of My Sin
Why Unborn, Why No Kin.
Ask I, Oh Mother Dear
Love Me, Not Fear...

Cherish, Beg I, Not Scorn
Alive Am I, Unborn
Live Must I, In Womb
Rest Longer Still, In Tomb...

"Mistake...Yes", You Sigh
Ah! Hear You, Pain Feel I
Guilty Am I?...Forgive
Punish, Yes, But Let Live...

Condemn, Must You...Why?
No Sweet Song, No Lullaby?
Unwanted Am I?...Shun
Make Haste Then...Be Done...

Sleep I, Now, Eternally
Wake Will I, Eventually?
Unknown, Unheard...Eentombed In Stone
I Cry Silent...I Cry Alone...



By-Anwaar N. Hassan
Sept. 25, 2005

The Nightingale

From the Conference of the Birds
By-Farid Ud-Din Attar
-Persian Poet-
1119-1220



The nightingale raises his head, drugged with passion,
pouring the oil of earthly love in such a fashion,
that the other birds shaded with his song, grow mute.
the leaping mysteries of his melodies are acute.

"I know the secrets of love, I am their piper";
he sings, "I seek a David with broken heart to decipher,
their plaintive barbs, I inspire the yearning flute,
the daemon of the plucked conversation of the lute.
The roses are dissolved into fragrance by my song,
hearts are torn with its sobbing tone, broken along,
the fault lines of longing filled with desire's wrong.
My music is like the sky's black ocean, I steal
the listener's reason, the world becomes the seal
of dreams for chosen lovers, where only the rose
Is certain. I cannot go further, I am lame, and expose
my anchored soul to the divine way.
My love for the rose is sufficient, I shall stay
In the vicinity of its petalled image, I need
no more, it blooms for me the rose, my seed."

The hoopoe replies: "you love the rose without thought
nightingale, your foolish songs is caught
by the rose's thorns, it is a passing thing.
Velvet petal, perfume's repose bring
you pleasure, yes, but sorrow too
for the rose's beauty is shallow: few
escape winter's frost. To seek the way
release yourself from this love that lasts a day.
The bud nurtures its own demise as day nurtures night
groom yourself, pluck the deadly rose from your sight."