Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Crede quod habes, et habes;

Every morning a new beginning; 
Despite yesterday’s sorrows, older sins and pain;
Today is now and all is forgotten, gladly embrace a new day.

Crede quod habes, et habes 
Believe that you have it, and you do;

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere;

Live a good life.
If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. I am not afraid.
Marcus Aurelius

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere.  Horace
Do not ask what tomorrow brings.   


Monday, May 14, 2012

Cras credemus, hodie nihil;

The few who pull the strings in the great world theater KNOW
Plebs are gullible; they believe the biggest lies, if  presented the right way, and over and over again. With the right amount of fear thrown in the recipe works all the time.  They swallow hook line and sinker.
Believe what politicians dish them up so they have been lied to all the time.
Believe in all sorts of religions, sects and other fairy tales which are thought out to keep control.
Believe  in Monarchies, and pay their good money for it to keep them going in the best of luxury conditions.
Believe in astrology;
Believe in Horoscopes; 
There is no end of cheat and it is all welcomed with open arms and dead brain cells.

Believe every Tom Dick and Harry when they bark nonsense  from a pulpit;
Believe in all the crap movies, sitcoms, music and songs that come out of Hollywood. They pay a lot of money to buy the trash, to feed their dead brain which is in agony as there is never real food for it.
Believe in the food they eat, which kills them slowly but for sure earlier then they anticipate.

Believe just about anything  that is spewed out by the news channels,  and town criers.

The world is a mess, but has it ever been an Eden?

You and I  are excluded!  ©Titania

Cras credemus, hodie nihil 
Tomorrow we believe, but not today;

Is this not absolutely clever;  tomorrow does not exist it is always today!  Ts

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Omnia causa fiun;

Might look perfect;
without grey spots and marks.
Yet in the back may lurk shadows;
a black bank of clouds swooping down,
bleaching the colours.
Nothing is forever, time tells, time heals.
Shadows tend to get washed out,
disappear when one finds inner peace within oneself.
Life is short, it should be foremost filled with pleasure and happiness.
Yet without its duller, dark side we would not know the other. ©Titania 

Omnia causa fiunt; Everything happens for a reason; (non certa) 


Saturday, May 5, 2012

Dum vita est spes est;

O’ Sun’ o warmth’
Rising you change the scenery,
Turning everything to gold,
Black and grays
Into a volume of brillance;
The sky into dazzling glitter;
O’Sun’ o warmth’ 
Were would we be without you? ©Ttiania

Dum vita est spes est; 
While there's life, there's hope


Friday, May 4, 2012

Conscientia mille testes;

Martha Nobody; 


Who are you?
You have no face;

I am a nobody; I have no face;

Nobody cares!
Who cares ? 

I don’t, because you have no face;
You cry your tears inside;
You give love and  birth, 
You bake the bread;
Work in a factory for a pittance;
 because you have no face;

Why should I care?
You are one of  to many;
That’s why we do not care.  ©Titania

Conscientia mille testes; 
Conscience is as good as a thousand witnesses;


Iraq’s “Grim Reaper”
Madeleine Albright Gets Humanitarian Award

If it would not be so sad, so  disgusting, that this woman is getting a humanitarian award for her callousness  it would be laughable.  She was fine with the fate of half a million children to die, fine with half a million mothers in tears, because of  sanctions applied , no food , no medicines for those Iraqi children.  Albright is as  nasty as they come. She is as wicked as they come.There is no compassion in her face in her attitude. 

'There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women.' Madeleine Albright 

.... the memories of the Iraqi mothers I have held, their tears mingling with mine, or dampening my shoulder, as they watched helplessly as their children faded away in front of us, for want of medications, denied by Albright’s country and the UN she served, flooded back. 

The funerals, with the litany of coffins, so small, the impossibly little grave sites beyond counting, throughout Iraq, witness to unique wickedness.

But Madame Albright is right on one thing. There is indeed: “a special place in hell, for women who don’t help other women.” Her Award may yet haunt her to become the ultimate poisoned chalice. Here’s hoping.

Madeleine Albright; Iraqs Grim Reaper; click for the article.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Coelum non animam mutant qui trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

I blinked into the silvery sunlight, I shaded my eyes and here it was, Australia. A canvas painted without horizon, red soil streaked with muted, dusky silvery green. Soaring trees with giant dancers limbs and a never ending sky lascivious, jubilant blue. 

©Ts From my diary 1974 Under a Hotter Sun;

Coelum non animam mutant qui  trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

Those who cross the sea change the sky above them, but not their souls.