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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:52:18 -0800

I honestly cannot believe no one listed the sea slug forum yet

A THOUSAND YEARS OF THE HUNGARIAN ART OF WAR

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:43:49 -0800

A online history book featuring major events and generals from Hungary's past.

Peripatetic Logic: Eudemus of Rhodes and Theophrastus of Eresus

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:23:06 -0800

A biography of Theophratus of Rhodes- a pupil of Aristotle.... complete with imaginative commentary of works no one has read in two thousand years..... which makes one wonder.

Bangladesh Genocide: Dhaka University Massacre

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:55:28 -0800

Real footage of a mass execution during the Pakistani genocide of civilians in east bengal

EK NODI ROKTO PERIYE -1971 Genocide in Bangladesh

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:45:04 -0800

A video showing scenes from the Bengal rebellion and pakistani genocide against them.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Farvahar001.JPG

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:31:06 -0800

pretty nice picture of a Faravahar in Persepolis, Iran

MobPosters.com : Relief Depicting Gilgamesh Between Two Bull-Men Supporting a Winged Sun Disk, Fr.Tell-Halaf, Syria

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:29:19 -0800

The Wing of My Soul

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:25:11 -0800

Poems by Yunus Emre, a famous medieval Turkish Poet

http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NEA2193.jpg

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:25:25 -0700

The Journey Forth

I do not regret the journey forth,
by which I've known every woe;
I do not detest my days before,
of the cruelty I have known.

I have nothing to give or request,
only these boots and sand beneath;
The sun above and dead hopes below,
the purity in this land I seek.

I drift loosely long, my body mind torn
in the journey forth, blinded, I can not know.
Upon the drift, I take forth, sweat and stare
step by step, only this I know:

I smile upon the gifts of memory,
of the good things I still can see;
of the bad, they endeavor try to chase me,
wolves fierce, numerous as the sands.

I walk, I tread, I cry, I fling damnable sand,
As to the purity of these cutting grains,
I vouch no more- depth of the horizon;
it's my chastiser of even the best within.

My mind is not at ease, focuses, dazed,
my every past action coming back to me;
My every enemy has counsel in thoughts,
my every justification falls away.

So easy, to lay down in this drift,
parched throat, cold moon above.
I am that man, dead unborn man.
Not of home or love, always forgotten.

Not worthy of home, family or lover,
or commune on the full holiday table;
exchange of presents, Christmas tree
I was always out side, cold, looking in.

The faces of the dead do not haunt me,
the living stalk, the hurt festers within;
My every impression turned over,
my hands, ever clinching, torn cloth.

I stand up, I walk forth, treading more,
orphan of every affair in life, deserted;
unforgiven for just being, I dart forth forlorn,
the sand merges with the wind- damn cold.

The blood pumps more, the sweat flow,
the horizon narrows, predator on the wind;
I will not be a stone weathered,
I will not so easily forget my one hope.

I banish my doubts beneath Joshua moon,
I find my way to become something new;
Currents arise, old joins the new,
I burst forth, civilization comes new.

I do not regret the journey forth,
by which I've known every woe;
I do not detest my days before,
of the cruelty I have known.

I have nothing to give or request,
gained these boots rubbed sand clean;
The sun above and and prints below,
life bursts new as the dune flows forth.

walk to the smokestack

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:00:26 -0700

the dumbasses didn't really climb to the top, the ladder didn't go all the way up- I know form experience. I know every inch of that damn power plant.... you sure didn't need that much backup- I walked around it myself all the time- you're holding a weapon and they are not, what's to fear? You want a real challenge, ride that shaky elevator without getting off the first change you can get.