tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70010532009-06-09T10:02:26.765-07:00Yannick's Misadventures in Jamaica & on Asylum EarthThis little blog serves to inform anyone who is interested in the mishaps, dilemmas and events that have been strung together to form the Life of Yannick Nesta Pessoa.yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-2875459415701723602009-06-06T12:38:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:49:22.828-07:00Great Ways to Become Poor and Stay Poororiginal @ <a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/great-ways-to-become-poor-and-stay-poor.html">http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/great-ways-to-become-poor-and-stay-poor.html</a><br /><br />Nobody plans to become poor and yet a great many people end up poor. Here are some of the best known ways of ensuring a life of penury:<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1. ‘We don’t need no education…’</span></strong><br />If you drop out of school or fail to achieve a basic education then you will severely restrict your chances of employment. What is more it is difficult to acquire further skills if you lack the basic ones. However this method does not guarantee poverty as there are some exceptional people who, because of sheer hard work or innate ability, succeed despite little formal education.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2. Develop an addiction.<br /></span></strong><br />Addictions are good ways to squander wealth and health. Cocaine and heroin are fast routes to perdition. Gambling works really well too. The time-honoured choice is alcoholism which has ruined many a career and relationship. Yet there are exceptions. A tiny number of habitual gamblers win, some alcoholics can function for a long time. In the end the addiction usually wins.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Never save.<br /></span></strong><br />Savings help build wealth so a good plan for long-term poverty is to blow any extra earnings or bonuses on having a good time.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>4. Borrow.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br />Borrowing to buy a house or get a degree can be an investment but borrowing for vacations, cars and general consumption is not very smart. A good way to beome penniless is to max out your <a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/great-ways-to-become-poor-and-stay-poor.html#" target="_new">credit cards</a> and keep borrowing more until the repayments overwhelm you.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">5. Go directly to jail</span></strong>.<br /><br />A proven way to avoid success is to get involved in crime, particularly early in life, and end up in jail where you can waste the years that could have been spent acquiring an education and useful skills. Petty criminals find it hard to get jobs, build relationships or retain wealth. Of course some criminals end up rich but they risk being eliminated by rivals.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">6. Stay in a dead-end low-paid job.</span></strong><br /><br />A low-paid job is fine if you really enjoy what you do or if it is a route to something better. But many people hate what they do and earn barely enough money to survive. They are reluctant to take a risk, to learn new skills or to try something new. They stay on a road that leads nowhere.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">7. Avoid work altogether.<br /></span></strong><br />Some unfortunate people are too ill to work but many able bodied people make a decision to live on benefits and to avoid work. Perhaps they intend to marry a movie star or to win the lottery but working their way up is not part of the plan.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">8. Be born in the third world.<br /></span></strong><br />If you are one of the millions born in very poor countries with no human rights, no education or healthcare and a repressive regime then you face enormous difficulties in escaping a life of poverty. Some do but the vast majority are condemned to extreme hardship.<br />If you are fortunate enough to live in a developed country then you need to avoid plans 1 to 7 above and then maybe do something to help those caught in number 8.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-287545941570172360?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-73606739690057473552009-06-01T16:20:00.001-07:002009-06-01T16:21:31.700-07:0010 Scandalous Facts About Historical Figures<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; "><div><h1 class="art-title2" style="padding-top: 2px; text-decoration: none; color: black; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 20px; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; height: 12px; "><br /></h1><h1 class="art-title2" style="padding-top: 2px; text-decoration: none; color: black; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 20px; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; height: 12px; "><br /></h1></div><div class="post-content" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: white; border-right-color: white; border-bottom-color: white; border-left-color: white; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 8px; "><div class="snap_preview"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">History tends to hide the ufortunate and unmentionable facts relating to people that become heroic or famous. Fortunately, it is usually possible to find the odd bit here and there – and that is what this list is about. Below are ten people who are either famous or infamous with <strong>obscure</strong> or scandalous facts about them. This is our ten little known (and often scandalous) facts about historic figures.</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">10</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Adolf Hitler</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/young-hitler2.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/young-hitler2.jpg-tm.jpg?w=227&h=350" height="350" width="227" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Young Hitler2.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Hitler was a tax evader</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Recent research into papers relating to Hitler has uncovered the fact that when he became chancellor of Germany in 1934 he had evaded paying 405,500 million Reichsmarks in tax (6.3 million USD in today’s currency). Fortunately for Hitler, he was forgiven his tax debts when he was elected. It is believed that he earned 1.2 million Reichsmarks for sales of Mein Kampf alone, and avoided paying 600,000 Reichsmarks in tax on it. The official who forgave Hitler’s tax debt was “rewarded” with a 2,000 Reichsmarks per month tax free allowance (a huge amount considering teachers at the time were paid 4,800 per annum).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span id="more-16831"></span></p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">9</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Winston Churchill</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/churchilldm0302-468x542.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/churchilldm0302-468x542.jpg-tm.jpg?w=302&h=350" height="350" width="302" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Churchilldm0302 468X542.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Churchill was racist</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sir Winston Churchill is so highly regarded for his skills as an orator and statesman that he was voted Britain’s greatest individual by the BBC in 2002. There is no doubt that his speech writing is a class above virtually every other modern writer of English speeches, and we are all familiar with at least one or two of his famous quotations, but what many people don’t know is that he also had a dark side. The best way to illustrate that is to let the man speak for himself:</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">“I do not admit… that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America, or the black people of Australia… by the fact that a stronger race, a higher grade race… has come in and taken its place.” -Churchill to Palestine Royal Commission, 1937</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">“I do not understand the squeamishness about the use of gas. I am strongly in favour of using poisonous gas against uncivilised tribes” – Writing as president of the Air Council.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">“First there are the Jews who, dwelling in every country throughout the world, identify themselves with that country, enter into its national life, and, while adhering faithfully to their own religion, regard themselves as citizens in the fullest sense of the State which has received them…In violent opposition to all this sphere of Jewish effort rise the schemes of the International Jews. The adherents of this sinister confederacy are mostly men reared up among the unhappy populations of countries where Jews are persecuted on account of their race. Most, if not all, of them have forsaken the faith of their fathers…This worldwide conspiracy for the overthrow of civilisation…has steadily growing” — Writing on ‘Zionism versus Bolshevism’ in the Illustrated Sunday Herald, February 1920</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">8</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Gandhi</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/gandhi2.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/gandhi2.jpg-tm.jpg?w=326&h=350" height="350" width="326" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Gandhi2.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Gandhi was a dirty old man</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">At the age of 36, whilst married, Gandhi decided to become celibate in order to achieve a state of enlightenment (through the Hindu religion). As he got older, he became more and more fascinated with sex to the point that, second only to non-violence, it was the subject he most talked about. In order to “perfect” his celibate state, Gandhi would sleep naked with young naked women. One of the women was the 16 year old wife of his grand-nephew Kanu Gandhi. When he wanted to share his bed with his 19 year old grandniece Manu Gandhi, he wrote to her father and told him that they were sharing a bed so that he could “correct her sleeping posture”. When his stenographer R. P. Parasuram found him sleeping naked with Manu, he resigned in disgust.</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">7</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">George Washington</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/georgewashington.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/georgewashington.jpg-tm.jpg?w=286&h=350" height="350" width="286" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Georgewashington.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Washington cleverly tricked congress into paying him obscene amounts of money</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">First of all, this is what elementary schools teach about Washington: “Later, in 1775, at age 43, Washington was appointed military advisor for New York, defending it from British attack. A few weeks later he was appointed Commander-and-Chief of the entire American army. He did not ask for this position, and did not even ask to be paid for it. [...] The most important reason George was asked to be president was that he was very honest, and people both trusted and admired him. He was the most trusted, admired, and respected man in the whole country.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Unfortunately what they miss entirely is the fact that he turned down a salary of what would have amounted to a little over 1,000 per month, but said: “Sir, I beg leave to assure the Congress that as no pecuniary consideration could have tempted me to have accepted this arduous employment, <strong>I do not wish to make any profit from it</strong>. I will keep an exact account of my expenses. Those I doubt not they will discharge, and that is all I desire.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">And then the shopping began:</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">- To cash paid for Sadlery, a Letter Case, Maps, Glasses, &c &c &c. for the use of my Command… $831.45<br />- To sundry Exp.’s paid by myself at different times and places… on the Retreat of the Army thro’ the Jerseys into Pennsylvania & while there… $3,776<br />- From September 1775 to March 1776, Washington spent over six thousand dollars on liquor</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">In eight years, by turning down a salary and taking an expense account, instead of being paid around $12,000, he was paid <strong>$449,261.51</strong> in 1780 dollars (around $4,250,000.00 in today’s money).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Washington, being a clever man, tried the same ploy when he was elected President but he was turned down and given a set salary of $25,000 per year. You can view scans of Washington’s expense account at the <a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/cgi-bin/ampage?collId=mgw5&fileName=gwpage022.db&recNum=0" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; ">Library of Congress</a>.</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">6</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Martin Luther</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1543-on-the-jews-and-their-lies-by-martin-luther.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1543-on-the-jews-and-their-lies-by-martin-luther.jpg-tm.jpg?w=241&h=350" height="350" width="241" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="1543 On The Jews And Their Lies By Martin Luther.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Martin Luther was an anti-semite</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Martin Luther, the famous Monk who started the protestant reformation, is often touted as a hero for standing up against excesses in the Catholic Church at the time, but what most people don’t know is that he was violently anti-Jewish and he made no secret of it. In 1543, he wrote “On The Jews And Their Lies”, in which he recommends that Jews be deprived of money, civil rights, religious teaching, and education, and that they be forced to labor on the land, or else be expelled from Germany and possibly killed (sound like someone familiar from more recent times?) He referred to the Jews as a “base, whoring people, that is, no people of God, and their boast of lineage, circumcision, and law must be accounted as filth.” He said that Jews were “full of the devil’s feces … which they wallow in like swine,” and the synagogue is an “incorrigible whore and an evil slut …” [<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Jews_and_Their_Lies" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; ">Source</a>]</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">He also put together an eight point plan to get rid of the Jews:</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">- “First to set fire to their synagogues or schools and to bury and cover with dirt whatever will not burn, so that no man will ever again see a stone or cinder of them. …”<br />- “Second, I advise that their houses also be razed and destroyed. …”<br />- “Third, I advise that all their prayer books and Talmudic writings, in which such idolatry, lies, cursing and blasphemy are taught, be taken from them. …”<br />- “Fourth, I advise that their rabbis be forbidden to teach henceforth on pain of loss of life and limb. …”<br />- “Fifth, I advise that safe-conduct on the highways be abolished completely for the Jews. …”<br />- “Sixth, I advise that usury be prohibited to them, and that all cash and treasure of silver and gold be taken from them. … Such money should now be used in … the following [way]… Whenever a Jew is sincerely converted, he should be handed [a certain amount]…”<br />- “Seventh, I commend putting a flail, an ax, a hoe, a spade, a distaff, or a spindle into the hands of young, strong Jews and Jewesses and letting them earn their bread in the sweat of their brow… For it is not fitting that they should let us accursed Goyim toil in the sweat of our faces while they, the holy people, idle away their time behind the stove, feasting and farting, and on top of all, boasting blasphemously of their lordship over the Christians by means of our sweat. No, one should toss out these lazy rogues by the seat of their pants.”<br />- “If we wish to wash our hands of the Jews’ blasphemy and not share in their guilt, we have to part company with them. They must be driven from our country” and “we must drive them out like mad dogs.” [Source: Luther, On the Jews, 47:268-288, 292.]</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">5</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Thomas Jefferson</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thomas-jefferson-by-charles-willson-peale-1791.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thomas-jefferson-by-charles-willson-peale-1791.jpg-tm.jpg?w=281&h=350" height="350" width="281" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Thomas Jefferson By Charles Willson Peale 1791.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Jefferson preached against whites having children with blacks, whilst doing that very thing and denying his offspring</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Jefferson said “the amalgamation of whites with blacks produces a degradation to which no lover of his country, no lover of the excellence in the human character, can innocently consent.” Whilst preaching this rubbish, he had several children with his slave Sally Hemings who happened to be the illegitimate half-sister sister of his wife. While the rumours were around during their lifetime (which Jefferson implicitly denied), it was not until recent times that DNA testing proved that at least one of Hemings’ children was indeed fathered by Jefferson. In a letter to Secretary of the Navy Robert Smith dated July 1, 1805, Jefferson also admitted to having tried to seduce his married neighbor Betsey Walker.</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">4</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Albert Einstein</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/einsten2.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/einsten2.jpg-tm.jpg?w=233&h=350" height="350" width="233" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Einsten2.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Einstein was a philanderer</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Einstein is perhaps the greatest mind of the 20th century and he and his most famous formular E=MC^2 are known by virtually everyone. Most people know he had a passion for the violin and that he started out life as a clerk in a patent office; but what most people don’t know, is that he cheated on both of his wives repeatedly. After splitting up with his first wife (because of his infidelity), he married his cousin Elsa. Shortly after that he had an affair with his secretary Betty Neumann. In a new volume of letters held by the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, Einstein described about six women with whom he spent time and from whom he received gifts while being married to Elsa. [<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13804030/" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; ">Source</a>]</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">3</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Elvis Presley</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/elvis-presley-1.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/elvis-presley-1.jpg-tm.jpg?w=258&h=350" height="350" width="258" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Elvis-Presley-1.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Elvis was unhealthily obsessed with James Dean</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Elvis exhibited many compulsive/obsessive qualities throughout his life which both helped and hindered his personal and public life. One of the areas that Elvis wanted to excel in was acting. He wanted to be the next James Dean and as a result was obsessed with Dean. He anguished over the fact that the roles he was given in movies were not (in his mind) substantial. Elvis knew all the words to “Rebel Without A Cause” that featured James Dean and Natalie Wood. Elvis sought out Wood because of her connection to James Dean. That relationship ended when Natalie came to visit Graceland and Elvis’ mother Gladys (who was domineering and jealous) drove Natalie away. Natalie confided to her sister Lana that “he can sing, but he can’t do much else”. The obsession with Dean led Elvis to intentionally befriend Nick Adams – a very close friend of Dean’s before he died and since his death rumors abound that Adams had a sexual relationship with both Dean and Elvis. [<a href="http://www.handwriting.org/archives/97aug_02.html" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; ">Source</a>]</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">2</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Andrew Johnson</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/andrew-johnson.jpg.jpeg" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/andrew-johnson.jpg-tm.jpg?w=287&h=350" height="350" width="287" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Andrew Johnson.Jpg" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Vice-President Andrew Johnson took his presidential oath whilst completely drunk</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Andrew Johnson was the Vice-President during Lincoln’s reign. He had a strong disliking for the aristocracy whom he thought were there by the labor of the poor such as his own family. “Glassy-eyed and smelling of whiskey, he reminded Congress, the Supreme Court, the Cabinet, and pretty much everyone within hearing distance that they owed their positions to “plebeians” such as himself, then kissed the Bible and staggered away”. In response, the New York Times said “To think that one frail life stands between this insolent, clownish creature and the presidency! May God bless and spare Abraham Lincoln!” History shows us that God didn’t spare Lincoln and Johnson eventually became president. His presidency was such a disaster that congress tried to impeach him twice – successfully on the second attempt! He avoided being fired by just one vote.</p><div class="itemheading" style="padding-top: 20px; display: block; height: 50px; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 15px; clear: left; "><span class="itemnumber" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; position: absolute; font-size: 70px; color: rgb(198, 221, 164); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; ">1</span><div class="itemtitle" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; color: black; height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 15px; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 18px; ">Pope Pius IX</div><div class="itemmore" style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; position: absolute; font-size: 100%; margin-top: 18px; margin-left: 24px; color: rgb(92, 92, 92); "></div></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/picture-1-98.png" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; "><img src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/picture-1-98-tm.jpg?w=285&h=350" height="350" width="285" border="0" hspace="4" vspace="4" alt="Picture 1-98" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><strong>Fact:</strong> Pope Pius IX Kidnapped a Jewish child and had him raised as a Catholic</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">On the evening of 23 June 1858, in Bologna, then part of the Papal States, police arrived at the home of a Jewish couple, Salomone (”Momolo”) and Marianna Padovani Mortara, to seize one of their eight children, six-year-old Edgardo, and transport him to Rome to be raised as a ward of the state. The police had orders from Holy Office authorities in Rome, authorized by Pope Pius IX. Church officials had been told that a 14-year-old Catholic servant girl of the Mortaras, Anna Morisi, had baptized Edgardo while he was ill because she feared that he would otherwise die and go to Hell. Acorrding to Catholic Church doctrine, Edgardo’s baptism, even if illegal under canon law, was valid and made him a Christian. Under the canon law, non-Christians could not raise a Christian child, even their own. Edgardo was taken to a house for Catholic converts in Rome, maintained at state expense. His parents were not allowed to see him for several weeks, and then not alone. Pius IX took a personal interest in the case, and all appeals to the Church were rebuffed. Church authorities told the Mortaras that they could have Edgardo back if they abandoned their faith and converted to Catholicism, but they refused.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Despite international protests (including those from the United States government), Pope Pius IX did not relinquish Edgardo who eventually went on to become a priest. He was also a vehement supporter of the Vatican taking the first steps towards making Pius IX a saint. <a href="http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/pope025501.htm" style="color: rgb(0, 67, 149); text-decoration: underline; ">You can read his testimony here</a> and you can see the <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/TOMB_PIUS_Ix.jpg" style="color: rgb(72, 123, 186); text-decoration: underline; ">incorrupt corpse of Blessed Pius IX here</a> (his face has a protective mask of silver on which is removed for veneration).</p></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-7360673969005747355?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-59149911274402965832009-04-02T09:57:00.001-07:002009-04-02T09:57:07.797-07:00PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT OF YOUR BUSY LIFE TO READ THIS<p>The German Philosopher Johann Von Goethe, once said, there are none more hopelessly enslaved, than those who falsely believe they are free. </p> <p>But few who hear the words realize that they are the ones to whom Goethe was referring. For the reality is that every person in the civilized world is enslaved from childhood. They are enslaved in a prison without walls or bars and so few ever even realize it. But all are enslaved none the less. And what the people of the world are enslaved to, is a system of perpetual self generating debt that is created for them wholly by design by private international banking interests, and the people are taught from an early age to just except this debt, because this is 'just the way things are'. </p> <p>But the real reality is that it is NOT just the way things are, but more the way things have been designed and all one has to do is glance around them at the state of the world today to realise that though this is the way things current are, it is most definitely NOT the way things should be. </p> <p>The most powerful and useful tool a person can ever gain in their life is knowledge for with knowledge comes wisdom and a deeper understanding and real truth can be exhilarating because real truth will set you free. </p> <p>Now Whether you believe in the Illuminati or not, whether you will take the time to listen to so called conspiracy theories or not, there are some things that should be clearly understood by all. And these are not conspiracy theories by any stretch of the imagination, they are well documented, quite traceable and very provable facts. And these facts are as follows. </p> <p>There is one ruling bloodline that exists on this earth. This ruling Bloodline is very old. It is the same bloodline that has always ruled the earth ever since the days of ancient Egypt and it is very pervasive. For example, many people think that anyone can get to be President of the United States, but the reality is, that all US presidents have been freemasons, a large number of them are in fact related, and that their lineage can be traced back to European Monarchy and in particular to the line of William of Orange. This elite Bloodline can actually be traced back a good deal further than of William of Orange and can even back as far as the royalty of ancient Egypt. It is this very same bloodline that has ruled the earth ever since and to which the british Monarchy and the current US president can both be ultimately traced. Many people may surprised to learn That US President George W Bush is in fact the 13th cousin of Queen Elizabeth the second, the current British Monarch. </p> <p>Reverence for the royal egyptian bloodline and worship of Amen Ra is still carried out in the world today though it is veiled and secretive but the symbolism remains true, as alway hidden in plain view. Adherence to such traditions is why each of the 3 city states of london, vatican and the district of Columbia all have their own obelisks. The London Obelisk is also accompanied by 2 sphinx wrought in the image of Thutmoses indicating that it is in london that the royal bloodline actually resides. The fact that out of all the Pharo's to choose from, the London sphinx depicts Thustmoses, is actually very telling indeed for a number of reasons but that is another tale. </p> <p>The British Monarchy is steeped in ancient traditions and symbolisim and they do not attempt to hide these connections, they just dont mention them or answer questions about them, but the signs and symbols are right there for discerning eyes to clearly see, again and as always, hidden in plain view. Just a look at the Royal Coat of Arms, the Royal Regalia and the Coronation Throne clearly demonstrates these connections. </p> <p>The evidence linking that these rulers to the one bloodline is does exist and all the information to verify these claims is available within the public domain. It is up to each of you to connect the dots yourself. </p> <p>More importantly however is the fact that Over the last 200 odd years there has devoloped behind this ruling bloodline, another elite class, somewhat similar to a priesthood, that remains hidden in the shadows. This shadowy priesthood, is the money changers. The international banking elite, consisting of 13 very influential families and it is this shadowy elite who ultimately controls things from behind the scenes. This control is achieved through covert manipulation of the global money systems, and maintained through an intricate web of interconnected secret societies, through which control over the flow of all money, all resources, all food, and most importantly, all information, thru manipulation of the worlds educational institutions and corporate media, is also achieved. Many of these smaller secret societies, are completely oblivious to the existence of the others, but all lead back to a round table of six, and ultimately, to just one at the very top, that is populated by a virtual handful of individuals. It is this handful of very powerful men that controls all the other societies, and through them the heartbeat of the entire world. </p> <p>The society that sits at the very top, was founded on Knights Templar traditions in Bavaria in 1776 by a man called Adam Weishaupt, and this is the order of the illuminati. The man who commissioned Weishaupt for the task was Mayer Amschel Rothschild, and it was done in order to carry out a plan conceived by Rothschild and the heads of 12 other families at a secret meeting that took place in 1773. These families included the Warburgs, the Schiffs and the Oppenheimers. The Illuminati has since become the most powerful society in the world, and in the last 230 years, it has been instrumental in helping the Rothschild family accumulate over one half of the worlds total wealth, at the cost of quite literally, millions of innocent lives. The horded wealth of this one family alone, could comfortably feed, clothe, and house, every man, woman, and child on earth. And this just one of the 13 illuminati families. </p> <p>The goal of the illuminati has always been a simple one and that is to achieve, by whatever means possible, total ownership and control, over no less than every resource, every government, every rock, every drop of water, every blade of grass,and every living creature, both human, and non human, in the entire world. And since its inception, for over 230 years, the order of the illuminati has been tirelessly, relentlessly, and unfalteringly, steering its members towards the achievement of that one ultimate goal. Through secrecy, they have so far been extremely successful in their endeavors, in fact so much so, that we are, right now, living in the time when they intend to see this long spanned work come to fruition. The situation we are witnessing in our world, right now, is in fact the final endgame of the illuminati. This is their big grab for ultimate power and mass de-population. </p> <p>Some people claim that the Illuminati is a myth and that what is really to blame are oganizations such as zionism but I assure you that such is not the case. It goes far deeper than Zionism and such people have simply limited the scope of their vision. They have locked to to an anwser that supports their beliefs and have refused to delve any deeper. They are not seeing the Bigger picture. Greek Philosopher Socrates once said that true wisdom is knowing how little we actually know and he was absolutely correct and this is why is important to keep an open mind and allow your beliefs to be flexible enough to change as new knowledge is acquired. And it is important to listen to all the information and not just that which reinforces your beliefs because this conspiracy goes very deep and Zionism and the jewish influence over the money system is merely one layer of it. And it goes still deeper than even the illuminati. Those whom we know as the illuminati are merely the shadowy controllers. </p> <p>The plan that is unfolding in the world today is indeed an old one, and it is a plan that is very complex, but not so with the system of control that is in place to blind the people to its existence. This system of control just appears to be complex, but in reality, it isn't. In reality, its very simple, and very fragile. However it is its apparent complexity, that has kept it so well veiled, and it has also been kept very well hidden by constructing a conspiracy culture to breed around it, and by then promoting an air of endless ridicule towards such concepts. Indeed, the creation, and proliferation of such a culture, and the promotion of constant ridicule towards it, has been one of the illuminati's most valuable assets in obscuring the reality of the society's existence. </p> <p>The entire Illuminati system is today operated by the crown, and what is the crown exactly. Well contrary to popular belief the crown does not refer to the Royal family or to the british monarchy but to the Inner city of London which in actual fact is a privately owned corporation that functions as a completely seperate sovereign state, outside the Juristiction of Englnd, the same as its two sister city states of Vatican and Washingtons district of columbia, all of which combine to form the Empire of the three cities. Most people are completely unaware that when they swear alliegence to the crown they are actually swearing alliegence to this a private Corporate Empire owned by the the 13 Illuminati families. These are the same private individuals who also indirectly own and operate the world bank. And what does the world bank do exactly, well apart from other things like control global oil prices, it lends money to whole countries by supplying each countries Federal Reserve Bank and then it collects interest on these loans which is paid by taxing the the labor of the people of each country. </p> <p>Now let me just run that by you again so you clearly understand how this really works. </p> <p>If you live in a country that has a federal reserve bank, then the world bank, a privately run company that is able to legally create money from thin air, is who supplies your country with money, at interest, and you the individual is required to pay a tax on your labor to pay off the interest on the governments loan from this private bank. Many people are duped into believing that their taxes pay for infrastructure and without taxes their would be no roads or schools and the country would fall apart, but this is completely untrue. The Govt has the legal right to coin its own money and control its value but it does not. It borrows money from a private bank and uses this bank loan to pay for infrastructure and you are taxed in order to pay of the interest on the loan, interest, which from a business perspective, is pure profit for the international banksters. </p> <p>However you choose to look at it one thing must be very clearly understood and that is that each person in the western world who has a job, is forced every year, to give away approximately 3 months worth of wages in taxes and that tax money goes directly into the pockets of the private individuals who own and run the world bank. </p> <p>Its one big, privately run scam. And if you ever allow yourself to be microchipped and cash money is abolished altogether, which is their plan, then all bills and all taxes will be automatically removed from your account when they are due, whether you actually owe the money or not, and if you complain about the system, well they can simply turn off your chip. Since all commerce will center around the chip, you will not be able to buy food, or pay rent or do anything and there will be absolutely nothing whatsover that you can do about it. And that is their goal. To limit the size of the population on earth and microchip those that are left. Then its game set and match and total control of the world and everyone in it will be in the hands of an international cartel of criminal banksters. </p> <p>This whole scam is being planned and carried out very methodically. It is these people and their minions and puppets who attend such gatherings as bilderberg meetings and the Bohemian Grove summer festival and who still adhere closely to the schools of ancient mystery which many such as the late Bill Cooper have referred to as the Ancient Mystery Religion. However it is more a mechanism of control designed to reach an ultimate goal rather than a religion. </p> <p>Though steeped in ritual and what many would term 'black magic', It is simply a system, the illuminati system and though its workings seem complex to the layman, In reality its quite simple, and its also very easy to see, once one has acquired the correct manner of looking at things. And there is definite purpose and reason in the ritualistic nature of this system, in its use of numerology, symbolism and ritual, and all that is needed to realize this is a deeper understanding of the true nature of the Universe and how we are all connected to it. However this film directs its focus on the system itself and the key to this system functioning, which is thru covert control of the money supply by very few people. </p> <p>It is crucial that people become aware of this because the methods by which society could free itself from this system of control are also very simple, once a person has gained an understanding of the true realities of this world we live in and this is not as difficult a task as you may at first think, because due to its complexities, the illusion the elite have created, that most perceive as reality, is a very fragile one. </p> <p>It is fragile because it is not reality. </p> <p>The reality is that the world does not have to be this way at all, it does not have to be heading in the direction it is heading, people do not have to live in a never ending sea of self generating debt. Wars do not have to be fought and children do NOT have to starve, and dont think people starve because the world is over populated. Dont believe what the Televisions tells you, the world isnt over populated at all. In fact lets look at it realistically with a simple comparison of population versus land mass, and we can do a rough estimate and formulate a quick hypothetical to demonstrate this very easily. </p> <p>There are approximately 6 billion people in the world and there is 2.97 million square miles of land in the Island continent of Australia. 2.97 million square miles breaks down to 1 billion, 900 million, 800,000 acres which then converts down to 7,603,200,000 quarter acre blocks of land. So we could hypothetically give every person in the world a quarter acre block of land and they would all fit into an area the size of australia, each would have enough land that they could all have gardens and grow a substantial supply of their own food, and we would still have 1,603,200,000 quarter acre blocks, or an area roughly half the size of queensland left over - plus the entire rest of the world. Now just pause to let that sink in to your brain for a second. ALL the people, thats every man woman and child on earth would comfortably fit inside australia, each individual person could have a quarter acre block of land and we would STILL have half of queensland and the entire rest of the PLANET left totally unoccupied. </p> <p>The world is not over populated at all. Its just very badly managed and and you need have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that this bad management is intentional, and it is methodical. It would however, be very simple to fix things. And all that is required is for people to wake up to how much they are being lied to and how much they are being scammed. And this goes for everyone. </p> <p>People really need to gain an understand of how this system actually works because this bad management is crippling the world and it is crippling the people. The methods that are used to do this become truly transparent once a person has gained a clear enough vision to see it and people really do need to open their eyes to see it right now because now that the world has been made smaller and now that all resources have been discovered and there are no frontiers left to conquer, the criminal elite intend to carry out a mass depoplulation of this world and their plan to do this is well underway. They are doing it in the middle east with war, in countries such as Africa through starvation and now in western countries through water additives, aerial spraying and through the introduction of toxic and nutrient deficient GM foods. This is to very soon be taken to the next level with the Global Implementation of Codex Alimentarius, an insidious set of food guidelines that are due to come into effect world wide on dec 31st 2009. But people are now beginning to wake and realize that all is not right and they are beginning to speak out. The police need to understand this situation and take action to address these matters as well, and this is very important and there is no reason the Police should act against the people who are waking up and speaking out about this corrupt system, for the police are also being scammed, just as badly and in some ways even worse than everyone else. Worse because it is the Police who are being coerced and tricked into defending this elitist corruption by puppet govts put in place by the banksters who coerce these officers into compliance by applying creative names to such public awakenings such as 'social unrest' or 'civil disobedience' and by instilling a robot like adherence to authority within the minds of police officers rather than a stong set of moral values. </p> <p>The police in these cases should stand by the people they are sworn to protect, not blindly follow instructions given to them by the criminal elites to repress the people. The police need to realize that they too Are the people and they are being stolen from and used as well and the way to beat this system is for the people, the police and everybody else is to simply stop agreeing with it. And the also for the politicians who bow to these corrupt money cartels and enact these ridicluous pieces of legislation. The Politicians, need to think seriously about what they are doing. They need to realise that these money cartels dont care about them or their families, these politicians have children and grandchildren who are also going to have to live in this world that is being created. And dont kid yourself that there is a politician in a position of power who isnt a puppet. All are puppets of the money cartels without exception. These people may well have been voted into power but the voting process is simply theater for the masses, to promote the illusion of peoples choice. The people may vote for one particular candidate over another, but they do not get to actually decide who these candidates will be to begin with. </p> <p>The people of the world need to realize their own potential and wake up from the dream they are living in. Forget what you are told and trained to you by the TV because its a lie. TV is there to train people what to think and how to act. End of list. It is nothing more than a tool of propaganda that has successfully brainwashed 95% of the western world by feeding people manufactured news, disinformation and giving people an utterly false perception of the the world and of their relationship to each other. Turn your TV off and leave it off, after even a month of no TV, you will be surprised at how much better and healthier you feel. </p> <p>It needs to be clearly understood by people everywhere that the elite only have the power over the people that the people themselves grant to them, so stop giving it to them. Stop doing what the TV tells you to do and stop complying with the system. Understand that there truly is no division among the people of the world no matter who they are or where they are from. We are all people and we are all one. It is through the constantly promoted illusion of division that the system is able to function but in order for it to do so, it needs public compliance. Stop complying and you will shut the system down. </p> <p>You will shut it down completely because if people stop complying, it will simply implode. It will collapse like a house of cards. And all it would take for this to occur, is global awareness of how it really works. </p> <p>We have reached a turning point in history and the veil of secrecy that has always surrounded the illuminati system is now at last being lifted. Now is the time for the people of the world to look after each other, and not the system. </p> <p>It really is that simple, and the world is almost on the verge of that happening now, because a new awareness is growing among the people. More and more are waking up every day, and they are spreading the word, as we all should do as often and as loudly as we can, because the masses who are still sleeping really must be woken up to what is occurring, there is quite literally nothing more important than this issue. </p> <p>And This plan goes even deeper than the International money Cartels. There truly are deep dark forces at work controlling things here but it is through the maniplulation of the money system that global control is maintained and it is that system that must first be addressed </p> <p>Its all very well for us to all talk about this stuff and to continue learning and gathering more information about it, but the time for merely gathering information is now passed. What is needed now is action, and it is needed very quickly because the prison door is swinging shut. </p> <p>Please understand that these people plan on depopulating at least 80% of the world and that most likely includes you. This is not a joke and it is not some wild conspiracy theory. It is the absolute truth and this matter seriously needs to be addressed. All the information on how they intend to do this is available in the public domain though of course you are not hearing it reported by the mainstream media because the money cartels OWN the mainstream media. </p> <p>A great deal of information regarding this is posted on my youtube channel and I highy reccommend that you view it and distribute it to as many people as you are able to because the time for talk really is over. What is truly needed at this time is for the good people of the world to act and to act now. The key is in love and unity among all of mankind because it matters not who you are, what country you are in or where you are from, it makes no difference whether you are black or white or christian, or muslim, or jew, it makes no difference at all what your beliefs are, because the prison that is being constructed affects every one of us equally. </p> <p>The world that we are allowing to be created for our childrn to live in is a world that will not be worth living in. and if we just allow the situation to continue along its current path then we are condemning our decendents to hell on earth, but We are many and they are few and it simply must not be allowed to occur. </p> <p>It is time for the people of the world to stop and realise that the divisions that supposedly exists amongst us are an illusion. There is no division. Its time for everyone to understand the truth of this. Its time to approach the world and each other in a state of love rather than a state of fear. Its time for you to tap into the source and realize your own potential and its time for us all to collectively stand together and address the root cause of the problem. And all of you need to spread this information, its very important that you do. Burn DVD's and hand them out to people. Bring the conversation up at every opportunity. This issue is too important to ignore and if your not part of the solution then your part of the problem, theres simply no middle ground. </p> <p>Bring all the truth factions of the world together under one banner, the banner of human unity. Set aside your differences and work the finer details out later. Regardless of who or what is the ultimate intelligence behind this plan for global control, everyone needs to understand clearly that the Fascist New World Order that is being introduced and the mass depopulation that is occurring across the globe is being implemented by the criminal banking elite. </p> <p>The money system is the head of the snake. </p> <p>Cut the head off the snake and the rest of it will whither and die. </p> <p>The time for talk is over and the time has come for action. It is now time for the people of the world to stop complying with the system. </p> <p>Everyone. </p> <p>Stop complying with it and you will shut it down. And the best form of non compliance is love. Approach every issue with love. Rather than obediently following orders given to you by a commanding officer, and rather than doing what is right for you personally. Do what is actually right. And if a leader wants to send you to war, say no sir, I wont murder other peoples children for you any more. You'll have to go and do it yourself. You will be called coward by the military but such is not the case. It is much easier to fight for principles than to live up to them and it takes a far braver man to stand up for what is right and spit in the face of authority than it does to blindly follow orders due to fear of the consequences. <br />Understand that we are all one and the key to real change and unity in this world lies with love. </p> <p>There need be No violence, no guns, no banners, no slogans, no group think, just a united act of global non compliance. Non compliance for any thing in conflict with the directives out lined in the universal declaration of human rights would be a good start. Simply stop giving these people the power to control you. Understand that the only power they have is the power the people themselves grant to them. Understand that injustice towards one is injustice towards all. Injustice against him, is injustice against you and there should be no grey area in you mind in regard to that. Everyone needs to stop going along with it. And it needs to be done immediately. Its time to cut the head off the snake. </p> <p>The Revolution is not coming. </p> <p>The Revolution is now. <br /><a href="http://www.thecrowhouse.com">http://www.thecrowhouse.com</a></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-5914991127440296583?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-66718648739721107532009-02-19T09:50:00.001-08:002009-02-19T09:50:07.555-08:00Credit crunch Carnival?<p> </p> <blockquote>How has the global financial crisis affected Carnival in your country this year? Have your say. </blockquote> <p><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/go/wsy/pub/rss/1.0/-/caribbean/news/story/2009/02/090219_carnivalinteractive.shtml">Credit crunch Carnival?</a> <br />http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/caribbean/ <br />Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:09:37 GMT </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-6671864873972110753?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-66928080781603930512009-02-18T05:29:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:26:26.585-08:00Why Do They Do It?Have you noticed Marley & Me, and yet Bolt, two supposed family feel good movies that depict Dogs who coincidentally have names of Jamaican Icons, USAIN AND BOB... hmmm but who am I to suggest subliminal brainwash and conspiracy... ?<p>By the way isn't there a book about Bob called Marley and Me... hmmm quite cAntraary!</p><p></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQPaYOYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dyAGGW8_gKE/s1600-h/Usain-bolt-usain-bolt-2097599-427-604.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQPaYOYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dyAGGW8_gKE/s320/Usain-bolt-usain-bolt-2097599-427-604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398425801570690" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQNl5ExI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ArWtr1N3fqQ/s1600-h/Bolt-the-dog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQNl5ExI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ArWtr1N3fqQ/s320/Bolt-the-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398425312989970" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQBNjy3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/vZr0VgRIDQM/s1600-h/bolt-firstlook-logo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdQBNjy3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/vZr0VgRIDQM/s320/bolt-firstlook-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398421989706610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdP6GDNeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NDmXtTXt9VY/s1600-h/php6Muf47.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdP6GDNeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NDmXtTXt9VY/s320/php6Muf47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398420079162850" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdPqNOA6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HZkV9B0RvU8/s1600-h/marley_and_me_john_grogran.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SaQdPqNOA6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HZkV9B0RvU8/s320/marley_and_me_john_grogran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398415814263714" /></a></p><p>Maybe its just me being paranoid</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-6692808078160393051?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-91086959042599215342009-02-13T13:18:00.001-08:002009-02-13T13:18:07.385-08:00The bottom line<p>Is too much attention being paid to women's bottoms in Caribbean music? Have your say. </p> <p><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/go/wsy/pub/rss/1.0/-/caribbean/news/story/2009/02/090206_bottomsinteractive.shtml">The bottom line</a> <br />http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/caribbean/ <br />Wed, 11 Feb 2009 13:24:25 GMT </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-9108695904259921534?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-12435251194342951982009-02-13T13:17:00.001-08:002009-02-13T13:17:15.716-08:00BBC Caribbean News in Brief<p> <strong><em><u>CARIBBEAN IN THE AFRICAN UNION???</u></em></strong></p> <blockquote>Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi wants the Caribbean included in the African Union - and other stories. </blockquote> <p><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/go/wsy/pub/rss/1.0/-/caribbean/news/story/2009/02/090211_nibmidday.shtml">BBC Caribbean News in Brief</a> <br />http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/caribbean/ <br />Wed, 11 Feb 2009 16:17:48 GMT </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-1243525119434295198?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-45087476038169889072009-02-11T21:37:00.000-08:002009-02-11T22:12:30.589-08:00New Poems...<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">And since I can find no other outlet right now... seems no one is interested in my material at current... why not just toss them on the blog and make a vain hope that something germinates and catches and excites some literary type out there to gimmi a chapbook, or shudder... a full fledge publishing deal. Ha! This one is to wild dreams and aspirations...</span></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Left Behind<br /></span></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">...And it seems,<br />When it is you came to mind,<br />You'd moved on,<br />And I've been left behind.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br />Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Run Away Thoughts on Love and Cost</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What it is about you,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes I just can't tell,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe it's your purple pheromone,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Or the fact that you wear it so well,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My favourite flavour of green,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My flavourite smell,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">What it is,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I just can't tell.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe it's how your scent,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Pricks my nostrils,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Until...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Memories arise and I am aroused,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yet constrained by what time and space allows,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Dying to linger and to carouse.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, yes, yes,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I must confess,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am left...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Feeling like less,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Saddled with the still life images,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Of when I would sipple,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">On impurpled neck, lip and nipple.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe it the tip,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes the tip of your lip,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Or the convex curve of your hip,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">That brings that moth in me fluttering to life,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Like being drawn to light,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Ending if only temporarily my turmoil and strife.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, yes, yes,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I must confess,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am left...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Feeling distress,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Saddled with the still life images,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Visions of us living in rural seaside villages,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Prisoner of passion in times passages.</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Likkle Ms Red Riding Hood</span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Back to reality I said,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Fantasy worlds she explores instead.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">So if you must go...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">to the real world as it were...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Which of your fairy tales am I?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And she names quite a few,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">In a haste and in a rush she asks...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Which am I to you?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Hold on nuh, hold on nuh,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Stalling for time,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Ploughing and rooting through my mind,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Trying to get one through...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She had hurtled her questions,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">With Matriarchal Supremecy,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She brimmed with a hubris of one certain of victory...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">This I knew.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Hold on nuh, hold on nuh!</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Now finding the one to get me through,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I found my stone,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Now in memory of father's face let my aim be true.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And like a shepherd boy and a giant,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am that which you had not suspected,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The one she never knew,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">In coy shy dry wry humility I sail one bullet,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Now let my aim be true.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And like a King before me,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am the wolf in shepherd's clothing,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The big bad wolf,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And before she can finish hoisting another</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">which am I to you?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I respond...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">You are...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My Likkle Red Riding Hood.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">My Gospel</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My dearest dear,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My fair-est fair,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It is you I invite to read my Gospel,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">To be enchanted by my god-spell,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll be your Jesus,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And make you my dearest apostle,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My acolyte,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Secret place at night,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Cleave to me,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Let your thighs show belief,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And hold me tight,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I make miracles and set things right,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am the golden child,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Brilliant and bright,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Touch the hem of my tattered garment,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And I'll undo yours.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br /><br /></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Christmas</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I had dream where Jesus turned in his grave,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Christmas consumes the souls he came to save,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Money and mammon are masters and many are slave,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Picking up their crosses and forgetting his cross and all he gave,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Neon signs on the road to future we pave,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Commerce and WWJD is all the rave.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The cock crows thrice on Christ's mas Eve,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Many celebrate not knowing what they believe,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Content with meager salaries and bonus the receive,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Merchants peddle and use fat red saints to deceive,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Tell strange and compelling stories about how a virgin did conceive,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Always forgetting the truth of how the King does grieve.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />MY LOLITA</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">S</span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">o, so, so...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I've be lulled by the way you loll,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">By big bottoms and dimpled thighs,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Imperfect skin like mine and coy smile,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Unrevealing eyes.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Here I am in my secret place,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Cursed in the strangest of ways,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">By you my Delores Haze,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Captivated, I simply look and gaze,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">...And view,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">You.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sixteen,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Young fresh and not so green,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Black velveteen,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And me the Natty libertine.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Bubbler bubbling in...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Her Rapunzel room,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Her Board House Bordeaux,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Secret smiles,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">With secrets in eyes,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you realize,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">You are my Lolita.</span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Left Over Wine</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I must have been forgot,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">In his Majesty's schemes and plot,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For I am king too...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Am I not?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It seems in the grand design,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I was left behind,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For after lesser mortals do dine,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It is I who must suffer sipping the left over wine.</span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She Greaves</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Some how...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I failed to expect such vulgar and hostile silence,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">An uncommonly profound and intangible sort of violence.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She left and still leaves,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She grieves,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Because I deceive,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She couldn't believe,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">In the web of lives and lies this dreamer weaves.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Was my presence so bitter and so vile...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Such a nuisance all the while,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">That now...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Not even a smile.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And has my doubtful path,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My unwavering course of majestic disasters,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My penchant for being the dirtiest of pretty things...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Caused this harsh and parched and caustic... exile,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">To the periphery of your embattled existence,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Have I compounded the blighted years,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Add green bottles of tears.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">But I do understand...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">That though she ...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll never See Moan or mourn,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I now know she Greaves.</span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Rahab: Into An Harlot's House</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">She has eyes like fire,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">That dance and flitter with desire,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She had harlequin lips,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Soft subtle hips,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Coy postures and quirky quips,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She shimmers with the danger and legacy of hollow tips,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Black and comely,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She is a lovely... thing,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And oh how the crescent is alive with whispering,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Rumouring... that you might be inviting,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The neo libertine... The Herlequin King... in,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And oh isn't he tempted to prolong this legacy of sin.</span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Seekers of Dreams<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Across the blank, white landscapes,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We battle the vapid and mundane,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Lexical mancing and lexical graphing,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">To paint images to bland minds,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">To link soul to art,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We make works of heart,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Searching the caverns of the brain,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Ever yearning for the pinnacle of the mind,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We battle on a deep, silent plain of white,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Spilling ink with ever slash,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We tie yesterday with memories,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Bound to honour beauty,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Love and art are our duty,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We are the seekers of dreams.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Turquoise Sea</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">…And I see it clear, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It’s fluid, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">somewhere in here, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">whispering of something, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I should know out there.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It’s the world I want,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">it’s mellow, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">With the girl I want, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">supple and spirited,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I need to reach yet I can’t.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My eyes burn with clarity, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">As I am immersed in briny waters, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sky blue and teal,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Colour the world I can feel...</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Silence On All Frequencies</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't speak,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For to speak is to lie,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't listen,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For to listen is to be deceived,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't think,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For to think is to make belief,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't be touched,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For to be touched is to hurt,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't smell and taste,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For to smell and taste is to remember.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">AM, FM, I'm dead on all frequencies,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll take it on mono,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll take radio silence,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Fly solo,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Its hard to determine,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Did I dream a belief,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Or was it that I believed a dream.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Yannick Nesta Pessoa</strong></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Middle of Nowhere Restaurant</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">…I sit amongst devils and a whore, </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Exactly where I’m not sure,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Middle of Nowhere Restaurant most certainly.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The children of the damned scamper here at dawn,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The wretched of the earth stumble in,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Here is home and haven to sin,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The elderly are imps of darkness,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Bent and crooked and thin.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I’ve heard it said,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">That the rapture must come,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The good ones must go,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">While the rest will reap,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Hell in the evils we used to sow.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The light shines here,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">But it’s still dark,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It mourns of a yesterday with a hope and spark,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">But its all gone now,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Beast has left its mark.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Yannick Nesta Pessoa</strong></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Wandering Jew</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I wash the dried saliva from my face,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I hope the scent of sin will wash away too,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I look out the window and see the world by night,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Pastel designed in mellow moods and tragedies,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">While stars, watchers, sing melodies of memories and maladies,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I search the sky for David's star on my way to my very own beloved Bethlehem,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And I wonder...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Are the stories true...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Is there really a long lost wandering Jew.<br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Ode to Idle Thinkers</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For all those who stare out the window,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Beyond the mountain and beyond the tree,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">This poem connects all those who think like me.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Holding on to all those... though,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Shackled by people's alleged reality,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Still manage to look pass the ocean and deep into the see.</span></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Unleaded</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The sunsets and the evening sky is period red,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Simon Garfunkel's Cecelia is playing in my head,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I unhear all the things she said,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I only wish the succubus were dead,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">She said she liked me cause I was unleaded.</span></span><strong><br /><br /><br /></strong><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-4508747603816988907?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-51246740914394714852009-02-04T16:35:00.000-08:002009-02-04T16:48:24.237-08:00The Things You Do at a Cubicle<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYo2oSLDSaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tk64P_cjAsM/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYo2oSLDSaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tk64P_cjAsM/s320/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299107977255668130" /></a></p><p>Life at VistaPrint...<br /></p><p></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYo2oLgTuZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/R8UTAGyC-w8/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYo2oLgTuZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/R8UTAGyC-w8/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299107975465777554" /></a></p><p>Post It Note Cubicle poetry...</p><p></p><p>Look out I'll be posting the cubicle collectiion shortly...</p><p>And scoot over too Yahnyk TV at Youtube...<br />http://www.youtube.com/yahnyk<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-5124674091439471485?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-85830308814020143272009-02-02T15:12:00.000-08:002009-02-04T16:52:31.645-08:00Life: Some of the Better Parts of '08<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_ELks0iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mlRMDtL6Cx0/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_ELks0iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mlRMDtL6Cx0/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343196427604514" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Adding to the character list... Damma Blue... Son of Superman</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_EDXmqtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xPbQkHtnLS0/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_EDXmqtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xPbQkHtnLS0/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343194225191634" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Mine you get a good ole hoof!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_ENq3W4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/B4E2WLuZXdQ/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_ENq3W4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/B4E2WLuZXdQ/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343196990331778" /></a></p><p>Proof the Devil is trying to haunt me<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_EGCAHiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pYyctV1-UpE/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_EGCAHiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pYyctV1-UpE/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343194939891234" /></a></p><p>Exhibit "B"<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_D8-TuuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1yjAUB5-D7E/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYd_D8-TuuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1yjAUB5-D7E/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343192508480226" /></a>Step in the DeLorean and blaze with me back to 1989... FlashBack to a time before DigiHell and Careless & Wutless now soured up like Lemon or is it Lyme... hmmm and that other company that changes owners every other year... before pum-pun-nu-nu-num... before signal tower radiation matted skies and purple, green, yellow and BlueTeeth... before vowel less acronymed next gen web 2.0 names RAZR KRZR SLVR PEBL and CHCLT, before U or I had and I-phone, back when Rasta had a monopoly on I-this and I-that... yup harken back to a time when Negroes lined up at call boxes in communities and downtown, to call baby, farrin hor where hever...<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Another International Exclusive bit of Amateur phone photography Brought to you by Rastar Studios...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Yes that is right people... a phone taking a picture, and of it's ancestor no less... aye sah... back when fone coulda hungle mek call ar tek call</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-8583030881402014327?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-15278521637892093712009-01-28T09:12:00.000-08:002009-02-03T11:11:28.171-08:00To New Found Friends!<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpSK-c6lI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k15qKqTqXg8/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpSK-c6lI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k15qKqTqXg8/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296771135157627474" /></a></p><p>The Trio who lit up my morning at work... the first and hopefully only time I'll work for anyone...<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span>Charlie's Angel's<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR8o0yMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EhGTsY3sKzw/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR8o0yMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EhGTsY3sKzw/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296771131308820674" /></a></p><p>Stacy, Michelle & Ms. Campbell... back then, the way things were... tsk tsk... sob!<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR-9eIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/otxol7Vv9YU/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR-9eIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/otxol7Vv9YU/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296771131932286978" /></a></p><p>The Angel's again.<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR1JIttI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8GGq9kBo-xM/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpR1JIttI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8GGq9kBo-xM/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296771129296860882" /></a></p><p>Bubeyeng a.k.a. Denzel... the loyal and faithful soldier who carried me on her back through VistaPrint, while I was doing the VistaSprint... if only she could see me now!<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpRnrzmEI/AAAAAAAAANw/sV9qLMBQ3E4/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SYHpRnrzmEI/AAAAAAAAANw/sV9qLMBQ3E4/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296771125684181058" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Prackka! Prackka! Prackka!</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-1527852163789209371?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-16953109354889479292008-12-23T08:58:00.000-08:002008-12-23T08:58:52.854-08:00Ode to YesteryearAnother Sketch that Poured from My Head whilst at VistaPrint!<br /><br />Click on the image to see it larger.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SVEYzHfZ0MI/AAAAAAAAANU/hGEkQDpgZGU/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SVEYzHfZ0MI/AAAAAAAAANU/hGEkQDpgZGU/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-1695310935488947929?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-81204120438886544562008-12-22T15:03:00.000-08:002008-12-22T15:05:53.365-08:00More Life<p>This is a piece I did on some useless old copy, while I was at work at VistaPrint!</p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SVAc2AvJQkI/AAAAAAAAANM/TicoocU_Yjg/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SVAc2AvJQkI/AAAAAAAAANM/TicoocU_Yjg/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p>Click on the master piece to see her in full glory.</p><div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-8120412043888654456?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-31638846092419036102008-05-24T13:46:00.001-07:002008-05-24T13:51:59.693-07:00THE PRO BARE-FOOT ARGUMENT...<blockquote cite="http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/"><span style="font-size:85%;">As an individual who has never been fond of shoes, it gives me no greater joy than to present this article I found to the world. Especially Amanda Lynch Foster and Michelle Serioux who swore I was a pseudo Ras and another brainless, kinda pretty boy bourgeoisie bitch brat... but such is life tut tut tut... mi used to people not rating ME!!!! }:X Oh yeah and how could I forget KAI who complained bitterly about dirty feet, and all of the barefoot Prestonites that followed in my stead, Noah (Antonio) and Bartlett and OH how could I forget Robert... Differently still come to think of it... a from way back when me a trendsetter enuh... an imagine dem gi mi a fight eeeh, a wah mi did do Preston mek it did hate me so at first B4 mi tun Hall Ruler extraodinaire<br /><br />Anyway I digress... read the barefoot article nuh and hold a medi<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />How We're Wrecking Our Feet With Every Step We Take -- New York Magazine</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">You Walk Wrong!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It took 4 million years of evolution to perfect the human foot. But we’re wrecking it with every step we take.</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Published Apr 21, 2008 in the <a href="http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/">New York Magazine</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://images.nymag.com/health/features/walking080428_1_560.jpg" style="width: 365px; height: 244px;" title="THE WORLD'S TOUGHEST SHOE" alt="THE WORLD'S TUFFEST SHOE" /><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>This shoe and the stilettos and Adidas sneakers on the subsequent pages are trompel'oeil paintings applied directly to the feet. Nice as they look, you can't buy them.Makeup by John Maurad and Jenai Chin. (Photo: Tom Schierlitz)</blockquote></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote></blockquote></span></span><br /></div><br />Walking is easy. It’s so easy that no one ever has to teach you how to do it. It’s so easy, in fact, that we often pair it with other easy activities—talking, chewing gum—and suggest that if you can’t do both simultaneously, you’re some sort of insensate clod. So you probably think you’ve got this walking thing pretty much nailed. As you stroll around the city, worrying about the economy, or the environment, or your next month’s rent, you might assume that the one thing you don’t need to worry about is the way in which you’re strolling around the city.Well, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you: You walk wrong.Look, it’s not your fault. It’s your shoes. Shoes are bad. I don’t just mean stiletto heels, or cowboy boots, or tottering espadrilles, or any of the other fairly obvious foot-torture devices into which we wincingly jam our feet. I mean all shoes. Shoes hurt your feet. They change how you walk. In fact, your feet—your poor, tender, abused, ignored, maligned, misunderstood feet—are getting trounced in a war that’s been raging for roughly a thousand years: the battle of shoes versus feet.Last year, researchers at the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa, published a study titled “Shod Versus Unshod: The Emergence of Forefoot Pathology in Modern Humans?” in the podiatry journal The Foot. The study examined 180 modern humans from three different population groups (Sotho, Zulu, and European), comparing their feet to one another’s, as well as to the feet of 2,000-year-old skeletons. The researchers concluded that, prior to the invention of shoes, people had healthier feet. Among the modern subjects, the Zulu population, which often goes barefoot, had the healthiest feet while the Europeans—i.e., the habitual shoe-wearers—had the unhealthiest. One of the lead researchers, Dr. Bernhard Zipfel, when commenting on his findings, lamented that the American Podiatric Medical Association does not “actively encourage outdoor barefoot walking for healthy individuals. This flies in the face of the increasing scientific evidence, including our study, that most of the commercially available footwear is not good for the feet.”<br /><br /><a href="http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/">TO CONTINUE READING CLICK HERE</a><br /></blockquote><cite cite="http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/"><a href="http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/">How We're Wrecking Our Feet With Every Step We Take -- New York Magazine</a></cite><br /><div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: x-small;">Blogged with the <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser">Flock Browser</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-3163884609241903610?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-91756380939590956232008-05-15T04:13:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:47:10.283-08:00My Current Playlist<div align="right"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SCxv_LQaYgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PA8JyTxcSB8/s1600-h/MusicalNote.png"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SCxv_LQaYgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PA8JyTxcSB8/s200/MusicalNote.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200654800850149890" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span><strong>1. Mavado - On the rock<br />2. Jr. Gong - The Mission<br />3. Mykal Rose ft. Jr. Gong - Shoot Out<br />4. Mykal Rose ft. Busy Signal - Real Jamaicans<br />5. Regina Spektor - Samson<br />6. Regina Spektor - Hotel Song<br />7. I-Octane - Poverty<br />8. Black Judah ft. Warrior King - Mercy Please<br />9. Busy Signal - Pon the Edge<br />10. Demarco - Duppy know who fi frighten<br />11. Serani ft. Bugle - Doh<br />12. Erup - Click My Fingers<br />13.Busy Signal - Unknown Number<br />14. Royksoop - Remind Me (Geico ADV. theme song)<br />15. Sean Kingston - Take you there<br />16. Kanye West ft. Chris Martin (Coldplay) - Homecoming<br />17. Alaine - Sacrifice<br />18. Alaine - Sincerely<br />19. Alaine - Prayer<br />20. Etana - Roots<br />21. Etana - I am not afraid<br />22. Shaggy ft. Sizzla - Mad Mad World<br />23. Sizzla - Take myself away<br />24. Twins of Twins - How come (How come Natty an 3 gyal inna room, so wah, Babylon nuh badda doom???)<br />25. Lupe Fiasco - Superstar<br /><br /></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-9175638093959095623?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-83223256856551970992008-05-08T08:35:00.000-07:002008-05-08T10:06:54.184-07:00List of 16 Popular Trinidadian Movies<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">1.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Bim (1974)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">2.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Caribbean Fox, The (1970)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">3.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Crossing Over (1989)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">4.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Diamonds from the Bantus (2002)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">5.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Flight of the Ibis (1996)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">6.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Girl from India (1982)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">7.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Innocent Adultery (1994)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">8. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Ivan the Terrible (2004)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">9. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Loss of Innocence, A (2006)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">10.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Men of Gray (1990)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">11.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Mystic Masseur, The (2001)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">12. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Obeah (1987)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">13.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Panman, The (1997)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">14.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > Right and the Wrong, The (1970)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">15.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > SistaGod (2006)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">16.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > What My Mother Told Me (1995)</span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span></span></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px;"></span><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-8322325685655197099?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-58736442277914665302008-05-08T06:11:00.000-07:002008-05-08T10:02:11.744-07:00Writer's Profile<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Eintou Pearl Springer</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Well... hmmm... I stumbled upon a book by the name of "Out of the Shadows" in my house, I believe belongs to B.U.M. (Black Urban Militia) field operative agent </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" href="http://hi5.com/friend/1017651--Dax--Profile-html">Dax</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"> and seeing that the book was of Trinidadian linkage, written by an </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.bestoftrinidad.com/profiles/springer.html">Eintou Springer</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">, and I know a modern Springer, no not Jerry... </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.meppublishers.com/online/caribbean-beat/archive/index.php?pid=6001&id=cb81-1-54">Attilah</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">, it just piqued my curiousity.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">"</span></span><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Eintou has been a traditional storyteller for more than three decades. She has demonstrated her craft in the USA, UK, English and French speaking Caribbean and Africa. She has conducted storytelling workshops for teachers and educators all over the world and is herself a creator of original stories in the folk tradition of her native Trinidad and Tobago. </span> <p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Eintou, a citizen of Trinidad and Tobago, is the recipient of a national award, the Humming Bird Silver Medal, for her contribution to the development and propagation of Arts and Culture. An award-winning actress, and in 2004 was awarded the Vanguard Award of the National Drama Association of Trinidad and Tobago (NDATT), an organisation that she helped to form. She recently retired as Director of the National Heritage Library of Trinidad and Tobago an institution which she holds the distinct honour of creating and developing.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Her career as an activist and artist has been a lifetime of service to the dispossessed youth of the inner cities, young artists, dramatists and performers and basically any bright spark with the gleam of the future in their eyes.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >It is this drive to empower young people that inspires and fuels her talents as a storyteller and magician of the spoken word.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" >"</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-5873644227791466530?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-35702186656323989342008-05-08T05:24:00.000-07:002008-05-08T05:39:38.056-07:00If Trinis Made Movies... Hahahahaha<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">If Trinis Made American movies!<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 1. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Dude, where's my Cortina?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Hari Pooran and the Obeyahman's Stone</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Lord of the Ganja Leaf: The Fellowship of the Herb</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Lord of the Ganja Leaf: The Two Spliffs</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Along Came a Crablouse (Spider)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Crouching Tatoo Hidden Manicou</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Me, Myself and Indira</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Deep Brown Quinam ( Deep Blue Sea)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">My Big Fat Grafton Wedding</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Born on the 31st of August</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Not Another Skettel Movie</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Political Wars, Episode 1: The Phantom Panday</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Political Wars, Episode 2, Patrick Strikes Back</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">13.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Political Wars, Episode 3: Return of the Silver Fox (Panday)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Babylon Academy 1,2,3,4,5,6,7</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 15. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Villa Capri (Moulin Rouge)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">16. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Broken Big Stone ( Broken Arrow)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">17.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">If These Cane Fields Could Talk</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">18.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Wild Wild Williamsville</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">19.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Trinidadian Dhalpuri (American Pie)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Lagahoo in Woodbrook (Vampire in Brooklyn) </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">Trini Movies We Would Like To See:</span></span> (</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 1. I Know What You Did Last Dry Season</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 2. Four Prayers And A Puja</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 3. Men In Brown</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 4. There's Something About Primatee</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 5. How To Kill A Corbeau (Mockingbird)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 6. Panorama (Titanic)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 7. Republic Day</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 8. A Trinidadian Werewolf In Guyana</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 9. Biptee, The Soucouyant Slayer</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 10. Rumble In The Beetham</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 11. Lethal Cutlass 1, 2, 3 &4</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 12. Rubbing Wood and his parang side</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 13. Big Stone (The Rock)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 14. Shanty Town Of Angels</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 15. Driving Miss Mazie</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 16. Pointless</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 17. Nightmare On Frederick Street</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 18. The Manicou King</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 19. Saving Ryan's Privates</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 20. Ramesh And Drupatee(Romeo & Juliet)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 21. Pouff! (Gone With The Wind)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 22. Home Alone 2 - Lost In Mayaro</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 23. Basdeo's Advocate</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 24. Fried Green Baigan</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 25. One Flew Over The Corbeau's Nest</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 26. Chadee's List</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 27. The PNM Strikes Back</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 28. The Silence Of The Goats</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 29. The Untouched-Doubles (Untouchables)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 30. Breakfast At Chorros</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 31. Maxispotting</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 32. Escape From Guerra Island</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 33. The Birdman from Carrera</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 34. The Tattooslayer</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 35. Guess who's coming for roti? </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 36. Panday vs Panday</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 37. De Compere</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> 38. Bridge over the Dry River<br /><br />List Borrowed from: <a href="http://www.tntisland.com/">http://www.tntisland.com/</a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-3570218665632398934?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-79208265083971869202008-05-06T07:13:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:47:10.656-08:00Top Ten Jamaican Films<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Seeing that I'm back on the blog roll, I'm doing list and trying to bring back all original fresh sexy Yannick content so just check it out maaaaaaaaaaan.</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><br /><i><br /></i><span style="color:#990000;"><i>1. The Harder They Come (1972)</i></span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">This book is in every authentic Jamaican's DVD catalogue, or had it on VHS</span></span></span></span></strong></span><span style="color:#990000;"><i><br /><br />2. Shottas (2002)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Jamaicanified City of God</span></span></span><br /><br />3. One Love (2003)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hmmm I'm not Mr. Romantic but...</span></span></span><br /><br />4. Goat Head<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; ">Paul Bucknor started production on 'Goathead', a romantic comedy, written and directed by Bucknor, set in rural Jamaica.</span><br /></div></i></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span style="color:#990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. Dancehall Queen (1997)</span></span></span></span></i></span><div><span style="color:#990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh well... Betweenie had to get a buss</span></span></span><br /><br />6. The Lunatic (1991)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The story of a village madman, Aloysious, who has the amazing ability to talk to anything, including trees, cows and cricket balls. Portrayed from a Jamaican prospective with an acute eye for the authentic dialect of the land. Aloysious meets Inga, a German nymphomaniac, who uses her 'pum pum power' to capture his heart.</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span>7. Glory to Gloriana (2006)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Mi Haffi put a MOBAY show on the list (duh)"<br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The rags to riches story of a young country girl, Gloria Minto who was determined to makes the most of life. She came from humble beginnings and with the help of those around her and the will of only a Jamaican woman, she fought her way to success and prosperity.</span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span>8. Smile Orange (1976)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Orange wi rotten yuh seed"</span></span></span><br /><br />9. Third World Cop (1999)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Loose cannon cop Capone returns to his home town of Kingston to join a group of officers fighting organised crime in the area. On his first day he uncovers gun smuggling operation that may be connected with lead criminal Oney. However his old crew, led by Ratty, also are involved leading Capone to a choice between his job and his old crew.</span></span></span><br /><br />10. Rude Boy: The Jamaican Don (2003)<br /><br /></i></span><br /><strong>Noteworthy mentions from recent times (or maybe not so recent) are:<br /></strong><br />**Foreign<br />**Bashment<br />**Clash<br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SA3zE4zpcDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w9Tb5qRSKoA/s200/b1_4165.jpg" border="0" alt="New Local Shows" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192073210722086962" /> <img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SA3zB4zpcCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eGgXKbu0YDE/s200/ForeignDVDcvr.jpg" border="0" alt="New Local Shows" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192073159182479394" /><br /><br /><strong>Other Popular and Jamaican Movies:</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>-Belly (1998)<br />-Black Kissinger (2008)<br />-Bongo Man (1981)<br />-Children of Babylon (1980)<br />-Countryman (1982) <br />-It's All About Dancing: A Jamaican Dance-U-Mentary (2006)<br />-Lovers Flex (2006) <br />-No Place Like Home (2006/I)<br />-Rockers (1978)<br />-Roots Time (2006) <br />-Runt (2005)<br />-Shottas for Life (2007)<br />-Third World (1980) ...aka Prisoner in the Streets (1980)</i></span></span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-7920826508397186920?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-35123359513120700742008-04-21T14:28:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:47:10.796-08:00FREE YOUR MIND THIS WEEK!!!<span>I got this little ole bit of info from one Attilah Springer (Trini writer)... and just thought it relevant to share with the world or just my world...<br /><br />For real... this is the perfect excuse for not answering my cell fone, but then again I rarely ever do so... I doubt the nation will buy the argument but its an original thought right there... fuh real...<br /><br />And fi real the nation need to unplug from the "tell-LIE-vision" and stop wat BET(black exploitation tell-lie-vision) and detox from the idiot box... and the zombie tube... time to run away from civi-LIES-astion and the neo-colonial/imperialism phenomenon dem call globalisation 2008 re-slaving agenda.<br /><br />"You've got to parent. You've got to turn off the television set in your house once in a while; you've got to put the video game away once in a while."<br /><br />"You should have a curfew in your house so your children aren't out in the streets all night."<br />~Barack Obama<br /></span><strong><br /><br /></strong><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/SA0JEL_gnOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KKZedCO7Xz4/s320/n698015598_2774021_4036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191815912971345122" /><strong><br /><br /><br /></strong><strong><span>Mental Detox Week - April 21 - 27, 2008</span></strong><br /><span><br />10:25am Friday, Apr 18<br />Formerly TV Turn Off Week...Now the culture jammers over at Adbusters,org want us to detox our brain for a week. I think I'm giving up Crackbook...<br /><br /><br />"For one week you take a break, unplug, turn off the TVs, computers, iPods, Blackberries, and cell phones. You don't have to go cold turkey, just challenge yourself to cut back a little. In the evening, you watch your favorite show if you have to, but then you switch off, relax, read a book, take a walk, or maybe go for a pint with a friend.<br /><br />It's all about mental health. Recent studies have revealed a connection between our increasing use of a wide range of digital devices and growing stress levels and incidence of psychological disorders. Two out of three Americans suffer disconnection anxiety if they're away from their gadgets even for a few minutes, and The American Journal of Psychiatry has classified excessive gaming, porn surfing, emailing, and text messaging as a compulsive impulse disorder. Unplugging for a week is a non-pharmaceutical method of protecting your sanity and well-being.<br /><br />So you take a step back from it all. Maybe for the first couple of days you'll feel crabby, sweaty, or agitated, like an addict in withdrawal. But then something remarkable will happen. Your over-stimulated brain will cleanse itself. You'll relax. You'll feel calmer and more grounded. You'll be whole again and see the world anew."<br /><br /><a href="http://www.adbusters.org/metas/psycho/mdw/">http://www.adbusters.org/metas/psycho/mdw/</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-3512335951312070074?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-83275131820945334422008-04-16T15:35:00.000-07:002008-04-16T16:03:01.368-07:00Top Five (5) Sites to Survive UWI (Mona)Top ten sites I used to survive UWI:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wikipedia</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wikipedia gives you the base and foundation for most essays.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The biggest multilingual free-content encyclopedia on the Internet. Over 7 million articles in over 200 languages, and still growing.</span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. </span><a href="http://www.onelook.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One Look online dictionary</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Every essay needs a definition of few</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="j" face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 34em; "><div class="std" face="arial, sans-serif" size="82%" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Look up a word or term in an Internet dictionary or glossary. Free search access to a frequently updated database of words, terms, names, and acronyms.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><br /></div><div>3. <a href="http://www.google.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Google</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-hmm no explanation needed</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Enables users to search the Web, Usenet, and images. Features include PageRank, caching and translation of results, and an option to find similar pages.</span></span><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/">Sparknotes</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Essential to book reviewing and summarizing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="j" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; width: 34em; "><div class="std" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 82%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Study guides and discussion forums offered on various academic subjects. Literature section includes brief analyses of characters, themes and plots.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"><br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><br /></div><div>5. <a href="http://www.lifehack.org/">Lifehack.org</a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">- Now if you haven't mastered the art of getting stuff done hop, skip and jump here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="j" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; width: 34em; "><div class="std" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 82%; ">Pointers on productivity, getting things done and <b>lifehacks</b>.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"><br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-8327513182094533442?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-6048815839465900852008-03-24T16:27:00.001-07:002008-03-24T16:27:25.050-07:00IMified test<br /> <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br /> This is just a test as I make a post from my msn<br /> </div><br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001053-604881583946590085?l=yahnyk.blogspot.com'/></div>yahnykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12589230289599721399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001053.post-67905587332421703282007-11-11T10:44:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:47:11.746-08:00Writing on...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2oYAcoMYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rBe_Xt4-MrY/s1600-h/838638_66489187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2oYAcoMYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rBe_Xt4-MrY/s320/838638_66489187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133444280662634882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span>Well this silly season will soon be upon us and "here we are princes of the universe, here we are fighting for survival(9to5:pon the slave) in a war with the darkest powers(Babylon & Rome: The system)"... So all you happy</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span> troopers who will be looking forward to X-mas bonus and Pardna draws, all who ketch the red ball inna</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span> Cashpot... don't forget the friendly neighborhood Rasta Man...<br /></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span>Haven't you noticed as of late... the ants are still out... when it should be cold season, butterflies are less, flies are in while the fruit seasons are out, hmmmm nature may have gone haywire, maybe this the global disaster our last warnings. Global warming is upon us!!! Yup, the meek shall inherit the Earth... gee I feel so heartened to know its this big toxic dump that we are inheriting meekly from our predecessors. Oil junkies... Aye check it seen. My granny was born in 1921 seen and she had only seen two hurricanes from then till 2000, those were Charley and</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span> Gilbert... after that Emily, Dennis, Ivan, Dean and a string of close encounters. Hmmmm something seems odd wouldn't you say. Ding ding ding... you guessed it right Global Warming... and you can see it live here in the Caribbean twenty four seven... just watch the world.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz0kFwcoMXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hpR3YUwJ050/s1600-h/Editorial+Toon7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz0kFwcoMXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hpR3YUwJ050/s400/Editorial+Toon7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133298831595155826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span><br />Aye shudder to think... does the government have plans to address </span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span>the drastic changes to life that</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span> Global warming will bring. We see the sudden ra</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span>pid and expansive road deterioration... extended rain seasons and hurricane seasons, can our economy manage this... dom dom duuuuuuum (u know that mystery show scary puzzling question sound)... Anyway enough of my anecdotes lez just see wah mi write seh this month... aye a buildback mi gwaan build back the blog vibes and energy suh whapp'm unnu support mi nuh... leff a comment or post nuh... Chu!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />“What!” he said. “Do you not realize that there are souls</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in endless torment? They are</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> craving for dreams and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">action, the purest passions, the wildest pleasures, and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thus they cast into all kinds of fantasies, and foolishness.”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then she looked at him just as you gaze upon a</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">traveler come from a far-away land…</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Look at us, for instance,” he said, “why did we</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">meet? By what decree of Fate? It must be because,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >across the void, like two rivers irresistibly converging, our</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >unique inclinations are pushing us towards one another.”</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >And now he took her hand; she didn’t take it back</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >again.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >--Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >I shut my eyes so I can see.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">--</span><strong style="font-family: courier new;">artist Paul Gauguin</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-family: courier new;"><br /></strong><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">-<span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span></span></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Burton Hills<br /></span></span></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q2wcoMcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r6szKRtnN1s/s1600-h/New+Logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q2wcoMcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r6szKRtnN1s/s320/New+Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133447007966867906" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">GRAND POETRY FIESTA<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >First I'd like to kick off this poetry cue that I have here with a poem a young Miss Shannon Smith did in response to a poem of mine published in the Bookends Segment of the Sunday Observer... called <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Whore</span>... its poste</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >d in the post before this one I think so check it out an get up to speed after you read hers below eh... the others are all mine so feast and dine...<br /><br /></span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br />Tonight I Whore</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">by Shannon Smith</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight i strip</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">of<br />ribbons and lace<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">of lipgloss and makeup</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">my second face<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">for tonight<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">for him once more<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">tonight i am his dream<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">his whore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight i lose </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">all gentile demeanor</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">no remnants of the Lady</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">the daywalker</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">For tonight i am for him </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">not his lady</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">but creature of the night</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">tonight the apple is in reach</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">for him, my Tantalus</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">which was once only in sight</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight he finds</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">a warm embrace </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">not in my arms </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">but where my labia part ways</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">So tonig</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ht </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">no giggles</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">no girlish guise</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">just the raunch of a woman</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">with fire between her thighs</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">For his feindish desires</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I am the cure</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">and so tonight </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">once more</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> for him </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> tonight</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I whore.</span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christmas</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had dream where Jesus turned in his grave,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Christmas consumes the souls he came to save,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Money and mammon are masters and many are slave,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Picking up their crosses and forgetting his cross and all he gave,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Neon</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> signs on the road to future we pave,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Commerce and WWJD is all the rave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The cock crows thrice on Christ's mas Eve,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Many celebrate not knowing what they believe,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Content with meager salaries and bonus the receive,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Merchants peddle and use fat red saints to deceive,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tell strange and compelling stories about how a virgin did conceive,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Always forgetting the truth of how the King does grieve.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <h2>One Night In December</h2></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The sky is in her deepest blue,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While stars glow bold in the cool of night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ackee trees rock as the breeze comes through,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All is peace even the mongrels cease to fight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Children frolic through the street with sparkles in hand,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And old reggae rhythms softly and wistfully scampers across the air,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The spirit... no ghost of nativity captures the land,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The weary soul can rest without fear.</span><br /></p> </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><b>Yannick Nesta Pessoa</b></span></p></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span>She's Gone</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>She left me,<br />For the beast, for mammon and his money,<br />I laugh myself to sleep at night,<br />But really... it isn't funny.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>She left me,<br />Headed to Virginia and Cleveland,<br />While I'll try to nobly toil,<br />In my hectic homeland.<br /><br />She left me,<br />Not to follow a dream,<br />But for the coveted green dollar,<br />And a white collar H2Worker scheme.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >MY LOLITA</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span><br />So, so, so...<br />I've be lulled by the way you loll,<br />By big bottoms and dimpled thighs,<br />Imperfect skin like mine and coy smile,<br />Unrevealing eyes.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span><br />Here I am in my secret place,<br />Cursed in the strangest of ways,<br />By you my Delores Haze,<br />Captivated, I simply look and gaze,<br />...And view,<br />You.<br /><br />Sixteen,<br />Young fresh and not so green,<br />Black velveteen,<br />And me the Natty libertine.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>Bubbler bubbling in...<br />Her Rapunzel room,<br />Her Board House Bordeaux,<br />Secret smiles,<br />With secrets in eyes,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>Do you realize,<br />You are my Lolita.<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Left Over Wine</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>I must have been forgot,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>In his Majesty's schemes and plot,<br />For I am king too...<br />Am I not?<br /><br />It seems in the grand design,<br />I was left behind,<br />For after lesser mortals do dine,<br />It is I who must suffer sipping the left over wine.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">She Greaves</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>Some how...</span><br /><span>I failed to expect such vulgar and hostile silence,</span><br /><span>An uncommonly profound and intangible sort of violence.</span><br /><br /><span>She left and still leaves,</span><br /><span>She grieves,</span><br /><span>Because I deceive,</span><br /><span>She couldn't believe,</span><br /><span>In the web of lives and lies this dreamer weaves.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>Was my presence so bitter and so vile...</span><br /><span>Such a nuisance all the while,</span><br /><span>That now...</span><br /><span>Not even a smile.</span><br /><br /><span>And has my doubtful path,</span><br /><span>My unwavering course of majestic disasters,</span><br /><span>My penchant for being the dirtiest of pretty things...</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span>Caused this harsh and parched and caustic... exile,</span><br /><span>To the periphery of your embattled existence,</span><br /><span>Have I compounded the blighted years,</span><br /><span>Add green bottles of tears.</span><br /><br /><span>I don't know...</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span>But I do understand...</span><br /><span>That though she ...</span><br /><span>I'll never </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">See Moan</span><span> or mourn,</span><br /><span>I now know she </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Greaves</span><span>.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span><br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rahab: Into An Harlot's House</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><span>She has eyes like fire,<br />That dance and flitter with desire,<br />She had harlequin lips,<br />Soft subtle hips,<br />Coy postures and quirky quips,<br />She shimmers with the danger and legacy of hollow tips,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span>Black and comely,<br />She is a lovely... thing,<br />And oh how the crescent is alive with whispering,<br />Rumouring... that you might be inviting,<br />The neo libertine... The Herlequin King... in,<br />And oh isn't he tempted to prolong this legacy of sin.<br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><h2>Seekers of Dreams</h2></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Across the blank, white landscapes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We battle the vapid and mundane,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Lexical mancing and lexical graphing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> To paint images to bland minds,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> To link soul to art,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We make works of heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Searching the caverns of the brain,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ever yearning for the pinnacle of the mind,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We battle on a deep, silent plain of white,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Spilling ink with ever slash,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We tie yesterday with memories,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Bound to honour beauty,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Love and art are our duty,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We are the seekers of dreams.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><b>Yannick Nesta Pessoa</b></span></p></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> </span> <h2 style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Untitled</span></h2> <div style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="ArticleBody"> <p class="poembody" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>Immersion,</span><br /><span> How I would like to be in you.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span> Emulsion,</span><br /><span> How it is that I would like to cover you.</span><br /><br /><span> Emission,</span><br /><span> The star that radiates from the mind of such a wunderkind.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span> Emersion,</span><br /><span> Your reappearance after many moons.</span><br /><br /><span> Eversion,</span><br /><span> How I undo your soul.</span><br /><br /><span> Aversion,</span><br /><span> How you cast your gaze when mine becomes intent.</span><br /><br /><span> Revision,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span> How I try to recast this love.</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa </span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Monochrome/MonaKhroma</span> <div class="ArticleBody"><p class="poembody"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >She looks out the window,<br />She is monochrome true.<br />Her speech is song,<br />Her soul glows blue.<br /><br />Her hair frizzles and it frazzles,<br />She knows and I don't know.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >As the sun burns the morning cold,<br />I must come and I must go.<br /><br />Zygote of a pregnant miracle<br />Was, is, she will always be.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span><br /><br /></span></span></p> <h4 align="center"> </h4> </div> <h4 align="center"> </h4> </div> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > </span> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placename></st1:placename></st1:place></span></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Turquoise Sea</span> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >…And I see it clear,<br />It’s fluid,<br />somewhere in here,<br />whispering of something,<br />I should know out there.<br /><br />It’s the world I want,<br />it’s mellow,<br />With the girl I want,<br />supple and spirited,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > I need to reach yet I can’t.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My eyes burn with clarity,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> As I am immersed in briny waters,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Sky blue and teal</span><span class="GramE" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Colour the world I can feel...</span><br /></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >Yannick Nesta Pessoa </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <h2>Silence On All Frequencies</h2></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" > <p>I won't speak,<br />For to speak is to lie,<br />I won't listen,<br />For to listen is to be deceived,<br />I won't think,<br />For to think is to make belief,<br />I won't be touched,<br />For to be touched is to hurt,<br />I won't smell and taste,<br />For to smell and taste is to remember.<br /><br />AM, FM, I'm dead on all frequencies,<br />I'll take it on mono,<br />I'll take radio silence,<br />Fly solo,<br />Its hard to determine,<br />Did I dream a belief,<br />Or was it that I believed a dream.</p></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Middle of Nowhere Restaurant</b></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">…<span style="" lang="EN-JM">I sit amongst devils and a whore,</span><br />Exactly where I’m not sure,<br />The Middle of Nowhere Restaurant most certainly.<br />The children of the damned scamper here at dawn,<br />The wretched of the earth stumble in,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Here is home and haven to sin,<br />The elderly are imps of darkness,<br />Bent and crooked and thin.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ve heard it said,<br />That the rapture must come,<br />The good ones must go,<br />While the rest will reap,<br />Hell in the evils we used to sow.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">The light shines here,<br />But it’s still dark,<br />It mourns of a yesterday with a hope and spark,<br />But its all gone now,<br />The Beast has left its mark.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><b>Yannick Nesta Pessoa</b></span></p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >The Wandering Jew</span> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wash the dried saliva from my face,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope the scent of sin will wash away too,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I look out the window and see the world by night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pastel designed in mellow moods and tragedies,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While stars, watchers, sing melodies of memories and maladies,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I search the sky for David's star on my way to my very own beloved Bethlehem,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I wonder...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Are the stories true...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is there really a long lost wandering Jew.</span><b><br /><br /></b></span></p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ode to Idle Thinkers</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><span>For all those who stare out the window,</span><br />Beyond the mountain and beyond the tree,<br />This poem connects all those who think like me.</p><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Holding on to all those... though,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Shackled by people's alleged reality,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Still manage to look pass the ocean and deep into the see.</span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br /></p> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unleaded</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The sunsets and the evening sky is period red,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Simon Garfunkel's Cecelia is playing in my head,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I unhear all the things she said,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I only wish the succubus were dead,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >She said she liked me cause I was unleaded.<br /><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q2gcoMbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ebDAdoWcmZU/s1600-h/newzwailingguns-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q2gcoMbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ebDAdoWcmZU/s320/newzwailingguns-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133447003671900594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mr. Marley wid the toolie...(Above)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q1wcoMZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_sJnPSn_WyA/s1600-h/locksfalls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/Rz2q1wcoMZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_sJnPSn_WyA/s320/locksfalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133446990786998674" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;" ><p><br /></p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yannick Nesta Pessoa</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Writer / Graphic Designer / Cartoonist / Entrepeneur)<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Resume: <a rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="_blank" href="http://www.geocities.com/cyber_yan/yannickresumeV2.htm">http://www.geocities.com/cyber_yan/yannickresumeV2.htm</a><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><a 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/R0Y64AcoMdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kUEXjpeMmNg/s320/780414_83680071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135857158929789394" border="0" /></a><br /><span xmlns=""><p>And while the world that once was wonders and ponders the fate of the lone warrior plotting his uncharted course through existence... many of the old guard, the rearguard whisper and muster has Yannick really gone too far... fallen off the edge of the earth... vanished from existence... or simply lost his mind at sea shipwrecked and forever awash with the flotsam of an insane life...<br /></p><p>Those from the cult of Yahn... ponder about their great leader's Sabbatical... is he cocooning soon to be Renascent... Brought to Seraph like Royalty to meet his unction, his appointment with destiny...</p><p>The doubting thomases and disbelieving amy(s) propose that he was a passing phase... some say he has fallen from grace... some claim he has gone to plead his case before the Gods...<br /></p><p>Who knows these things...<br /></p><p><span style="font-size:14;"><strong>Signs and Wonders</strong></span> </p><p>Now the other day while walking down the road I pass two men sitting close enough to each other but both oblivious to one another, one gazing drunken glossy eyed into some way off adventure and long lost love in Singapore and the other examining his singed beard, while fumbling a lit spliff in his mouth. Our gazers shirt says "I do only what the voices in my head tell me" the singed bearded hombre's shirt states "My home is in my head"...</p><p>After fumbling and stumping my toe on the grand profundity of the picture staring before meand the fact that I don't even have a camera phone to snap it muchless a digicam and off course the amazingly sardonic nature of life... I almost immediately right after kunk my head on another astounding phenomena, a dialogue crafted with so much dry wit an unassuming humour, one would have thought it written by a great existential writer... a drunk say to a junkie... "Why did Jesus walk on the water?" the junkie... with his just lit seasoned Craven "A" in a moment of apparent enlightenment responds almost annoyed... "Cho... mi expect big man like you fi did know seh... him cyaaaaaan SWEEEEEEM(swim)"...<br /></p><p>Now ladies and gentlemen, there you have it... another moment of modern day philosophers at work...<br /></p><p>Now some designs: <strong>THE RUBIGINOUS COLLECTION</strong><span><span xmlns=""><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztjIeZfz5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0RwuVCZsd1Y/s1600-h/radioselassiepromo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztjIeZfz5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0RwuVCZsd1Y/s400/radioselassiepromo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132805197568921490" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><br /></p><p><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztmOOZfz6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/azwW89K0UPU/s1600-h/PHOT0141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztmOOZfz6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/azwW89K0UPU/s400/PHOT0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132808594888052642" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span><span xmlns=""><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztnsOZfz7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/aZgcaVSO5OQ/s1600-h/ASCII_DSCF0001edit5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxZDq2KbVk/RztnsOZfz7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/aZgcaVSO5OQ/s400/ASCII_DSCF0001edit5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132810209795755954" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br />Still pawing at the creative process</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Gone to code... Rasta enters the matrix...<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>More to come...<br /></p><p><strong>NEW POEM:<br /><br /><em>The Harlot<br /><br /></em></strong><em><span style="font-size:10;">Tonight I seek the harlot, I seek the whore,<br />For all women are at the core,<br />And I tire of the make up and frivilous facade,<br />Tonight I seek passion, I seek real, I seek more.<br /><br />So if you must know...<br />I take flight to board houses and bordellos,<br />Backdoor "Ho"-tels and motels,<br />Where there are more tales to tell.<br /><br />And Ma'am...<br />You with your Lady of Mount Carmel Scapular...<br />Nestled coincidentally coyly on your breasts,<br />Armed with your rosary...<br /><br />Loving Christ with more passion,<br />Than you could me,<br />Know this...<br />I seek my dirty Mary Magdalena,<br />The whore of my dreams-a...<br />I seek salvation in the bitter streets,<br />Between dirty sheets.</span><br /> </em></p><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:9;" ><strong><em>Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br />Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><strong> Click Photo to go to Gallery of My Soldiers<br /><span style="font-size:10;"><em>My Soldiers: Soldiers of Selassie ©(S.O.S.)®™<br /></em></span></strong></p><p><strong><em>I Dream of Bay</em><br /><br /></strong><span style="font-size:10;"><em>I dream of Bay,<br />Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...<br />I dream of rain,<br />I wake in vain,<br />To parched Earth and bitter pain.<br /><br />I dream of Bay,<br />Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...<br />I dream of fire,<br />My heart smolders with desire,<br />My mind is my empire.<br /><br />I dream of Bay,<br />Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...<br />I dream of sea,<br />Washing away eternity,<br />I know not how things were meant to be.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:9;" ><strong><em>Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br />Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><br /></p><p>Now on Radio Selassie... the soundtrack of my life...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:22;"><strong>Message In A Bottle</strong></span><br />Sting & Police<br /></p><p><br /><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh<br />Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh<br />More loneliness than any man could bear<br />Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh<br /><br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>A year has passed since I wrote my note<br />But I should have known this right from the start<br />Only hope can keep me together<br />Love can mend your life but<br />Love can break your heart<br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw<br />Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore<br />Seems I'm not alone in being alone<br />Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home<br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I'll send an S.O.S. to the world<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />I hope that someone gets my<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Message in a bottle, yeah<br />Sending out at an S.O.S.<br />Sending out at an S.O.S.<br />Sending out at an S.O.S.<br />Sending out at an S.O.S.<br />Sending out at an S.O.S.<br />Sending out at an S.O.S...<br /></em></span></p><p><br /></p><p><em><span style="font-size:22;">Nights In White Satin Lyrics</span><span style="font-size:10;"><br />Moody Blues<br /></span></em></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em><br />Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,<br />Letters I've written, never meaning to send.<br />Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.<br />Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Gazing at people, some hand in hand,<br />Just what I'm going through they can't understand.<br />Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,<br />Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>And I love you, yes I love you,<br />Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,<br />Letters I've written, never meaning to send.<br />Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.<br />Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>'Cos I love you, yes I love you,<br />Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.<br />'Cos I love you, yes I love you,<br />Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Breath deep<br />The gathering gloom<br />Watch lights fade<br />From every room<br />Bedsitter people<br />Look back and lament<br />Another day's useless<br />Energy spent<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Impassioned lovers<br />Wrestle as one<br />Lonely man cries for love<br />And has none<br />New mother picks up<br />And suckles her son<br />Senior citizens<br />Wish they were young<br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10;"><em>Cold hearted orb<br />That 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