Monthly Archives: February 2015

The year was 2060. It was a great year. The last infidel had been killed; the last 9 year old girl had been raped and made to prostrate herself before Allah; the last rebellious 6 year old boy thrown off … Continue reading →

There is no wind, yet no one sings; It is too cold for cheering things. The ice is thick, the snow lies deep, And all the hills are sound asleep. The snowman stands with bright red cap; His hard black … Continue reading →

The man who truly loves himself loves his un-restrained thought, speech, will and action; he holds his own judgment as all the approval he wants and needs; and he knows that whatever he earns, achieves, honestly acquires, belongs to him … Continue reading →

If the voices of singers sublime and supreme Were up-gathered together in one perfect dream, I would call it a loss if my singer weren’t there, For the woman Tebaldi is rarer than rare. When she sings I am ravished … Continue reading →

We’ve set our day of love, my dear, At an uncommon time of year. This February twenty-third (Oh holiday that none have heard!), When first we spoke that echo-word That broke all barriers in two When, looking, liking, through and … Continue reading →

Who loves not outward beauty holds deep ugliness within, Excuses all life’s failures and resents who strives to win. But he who pleases ears and eyes with all that glows beneath the skies, Has in his self a sovereign soul … Continue reading →

I give the best rose of all roses, my dear— My lips that unclose all the love I have here. In mind here, in heart here, which bloom with that air Of “I am the true one that grows to … Continue reading →

I’ve got a new idea, I’ve got the neatest plan, So back me just a little And I will be the man,— The man who’ll work with passion And give it all he’s got To earn a pot of profit … Continue reading →

Because of un-certainties we play the game; The end’s always different and never the same. Today I win with a shot I never tried before, Tomorrow I miss, and by a freak you tie the score. Statistics say that this … Continue reading →

Dear bee you be …to buzz about my hand And looking, see …if here’s a place to land. If you must rest …from this hard wind a-blow, Then take my hand …and hide you from its woe. On my hand’s … Continue reading →