<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705</id><updated>2011-12-26T05:40:44.034-08:00</updated><category term='ARENA'/><category term='El Salvador'/><category term='elecciones'/><category term='Extrema derecha'/><category term='Partido izquierda'/><category term='FMLN'/><category term='Politica'/><category term='Che Guevara'/><title type='text'>El periodico de Don Bucho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5611898597212745879</id><published>2011-07-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T06:44:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpUySGyl8YI/TigtIoLyBtI/AAAAAAAAF8g/mtGwL5lN1Qg/s1600/photograph.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpUySGyl8YI/TigtIoLyBtI/AAAAAAAAF8g/mtGwL5lN1Qg/s200/photograph.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631800960275842770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner beside my window &lt;br /&gt;There hangs a lonely photograph &lt;br /&gt;There is no reason &lt;br /&gt;I'd never notice a memory that could hold me back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wound that's always bleeding &lt;br /&gt;There is a road I'm always walking &lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll never return to this place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone through days without talking &lt;br /&gt;There is a comfort in silence &lt;br /&gt;So used to losing all ambition &lt;br /&gt;And struggling to maintain what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once undone, there is only smoke &lt;br /&gt;Burning in my eyes to blind &lt;br /&gt;To cover up what really happened &lt;br /&gt;And force the darkness unto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opeth&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3e6G_YNO0Y&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5611898597212745879?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5611898597212745879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5611898597212745879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5611898597212745879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5611898597212745879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/hope-leaves_21.html' title='Hope Leaves'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpUySGyl8YI/TigtIoLyBtI/AAAAAAAAF8g/mtGwL5lN1Qg/s72-c/photograph.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8539427390492182836</id><published>2011-07-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:25:58.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso Perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Mc_cN_RBM/ThVQ9CmzD8I/AAAAAAAAF8Q/Jj7uVNY0GCE/s1600/papagayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Mc_cN_RBM/ThVQ9CmzD8I/AAAAAAAAF8Q/Jj7uVNY0GCE/s200/papagayo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626492319071145922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refranes Guanacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más vale plumífero volador en fosa metacarpiana, que segunda potencia de diez pululando por el espacio. &lt;br /&gt;(Más vale pájaro en mano, que cien volando) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crustáceo Decápodo que pierde su estado de vigilia, es arrastrado por el ímpetu marino. &lt;br /&gt;(Camarón que se duerme, se lo lleva la corriente) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relátame con quién deambulas y te manifestaré tu idiosincrasia. &lt;br /&gt;(Dime con quién andas y te diré quién eres) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perturbación ciclónica en el seno ambiental, rostro jocundo. &lt;br /&gt;(Al mal tiempo, buena cara) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2O que no has de ingurgitar, permítele que discurra por su cauce. &lt;br /&gt;(Agua que no has de beber, déjala correr) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocúpate de la alimentación de las aves córvidas y estas te extirparán las estructuras de las fosas orbitarias que perciben los estímulos visuales. &lt;br /&gt;(Cría cuervos y te sacaran los ojos) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El globo oftálmico del poseedor torna obeso el bruto vacuno. &lt;br /&gt;(El ojo del amo, engorda el ganado) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien a ubérrima conífera se adosa, óptima umbría le entolda. &lt;br /&gt;(El que a buen árbol se arrima, buena sombra le cobija) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A equino objeto de un obsequio, no se le aquilatan las piezas odontoblásticas. &lt;br /&gt;(A caballo regalado, no se le mira los dientes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rumiante cérvido propende al accidente orográfico. &lt;br /&gt;(La cabra tira al monte) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las exequias con candel son más tolerables. &lt;br /&gt;(Las penas con pan son menos) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No existe adversidad que por sinecura no se trueque. &lt;br /&gt;(No hay mal, que por bien no venga) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ausencia absoluta de percepción visual torna insensible al órgano cardíaco. &lt;br /&gt;(Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente) jajaja esta buenisimo!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al andar maltrecho aplicarle premura. &lt;br /&gt;(Al mal paso, darle prisa) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavidad gástrica satisfecha............Víscera cardíaca eufórica.... &lt;br /&gt;(Barriga llena, corazón contento) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe un felino en cautiverio. &lt;br /&gt;(Aquí hay gato encerrado) este no tiene madre!!!!!! jajaja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este si esta pa muy cultos !:&lt;br /&gt;El que embriológicamente es traído al mundo con el diámetro anteroposterior de la cavidad abdominal aumentado, no logrará reducir su contenido visceral por más intentos forzados    extrínsecos de reforzar dicha pared en su infancia. &lt;br /&gt;(El que nace barrigón, ni aunque lo fajen de chiquito).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- F. Manolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8539427390492182836?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8539427390492182836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8539427390492182836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8539427390492182836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8539427390492182836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/paraiso-perdido.html' title='Paraiso Perdido'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Mc_cN_RBM/ThVQ9CmzD8I/AAAAAAAAF8Q/Jj7uVNY0GCE/s72-c/papagayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-373664582346477361</id><published>2011-07-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:03:15.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbABFAEWpdk/ThTNiTOSn8I/AAAAAAAAF8I/Ttr_yi1KyY8/s1600/Teaching%2Ba%2BStone%2Bto%2BTalk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbABFAEWpdk/ThTNiTOSn8I/AAAAAAAAF8I/Ttr_yi1KyY8/s200/Teaching%2Ba%2BStone%2Bto%2BTalk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626347823652052930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book Teaching a Stone to Talk (New York: Harper Collins, 1988) Annie Dillard reveals a sad, but poignant story about what happens when we set out unprepared. She tells of a British Arctic expedition which set sail in 1845 to chart the Northwest Passage around the Canadian Arctic to the Pacific Ocean. Neither of the two ships and none of the 138 men aboard returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Sir John Franklin prepared as if they were embarking on a pleasure cruise rather than an arduous and grueling journey through one of earth's most hostile environments. He packed a 1,200 volume library, a hand-organ, china place settings for officers and men, cut-glass wine goblets and sterling silver flatware, beautifully and intricately designed. Years later, some of these place settings would be found near a clump of frozen, cannibalized bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voyage was doomed when the ships sailed into frigid waters and became trapped in ice. First ice coated the decks, the spars and the rigging. Then water froze around the rudders and the ships became hopelessly locked in the now-frozen sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailors set out to search for help, but soon succumbed to severe Arctic weather and died of exposure to its harsh winds and sub-freezing temperatures. For some twenty years, remains of the expeditions were found all over the frozen landscape.&lt;br /&gt;The crew did not prepare either for the cold or for the eventuality of the ships becoming ice-locked. On a voyage which was to last two to three years, they packed only their Navy-issue uniforms and the captain carried just a 12-day supply of coal for the auxiliary steam engines. The frozen body of an officer was eventually found, miles from the vessel, wearing his uniform of fine blue cloth, edged with silk braid, a blue greatcoat and a silk neckerchief -- clothing which was noble and respectful, but wholly inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historians may doubt the wisdom of such an ill-prepared journey. But more important for us is the question, "Are we, too, prepared for the lengthy voyage we've embarked upon, that journey we call "life"? Have we made ourselves ready for all that will surely await us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically and mentally, are we prepared to handle what may come? Do we regularly stay fit through daily study and exercise? Will our minds and bodies be ready to cope with challenges which will arise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally and spiritually, are we ready? Do we practice such virtues as love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, goodness and self-control? Will we be emotionally and spiritually ready to embrace an unknown future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To embark on a journey unprepared can set us up for disastrous results. But the good news is, we can still prepare for ours. And in large part, the success of our voyage will be determined by our regular and systematic preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Steve Goodier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-373664582346477361?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/373664582346477361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=373664582346477361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/373664582346477361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/373664582346477361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbABFAEWpdk/ThTNiTOSn8I/AAAAAAAAF8I/Ttr_yi1KyY8/s72-c/Teaching%2Ba%2BStone%2Bto%2BTalk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7147664536852666844</id><published>2011-07-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:10:11.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day - Dawn of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7paRzV8eGzU/ThSk9nld0NI/AAAAAAAAF8A/Ggw05vr1ss8/s1600/Dragons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7paRzV8eGzU/ThSk9nld0NI/AAAAAAAAF8A/Ggw05vr1ss8/s200/Dragons.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626303212997693650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much frustration&lt;br /&gt;So much disappointment&lt;br /&gt;So many complaints&lt;br /&gt;The world seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;So much to do and so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of your deeds would you regret&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if this was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;IF THIS WAS YOUR LAST DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's your last day on Earth, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot stay here, would you rearrange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you regret or transgress the past mind?&lt;br /&gt;Would you derail all the things you have done?&lt;br /&gt;All those broken promises and those lies&lt;br /&gt;All the ones you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a shame to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Even intact you'll feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's your last day on Earth, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot stay here, would you rearrange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a shame to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Even intact you'll feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's your last day on Earth, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot stay here, would you rearrange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOxAUzfFUjg&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7147664536852666844?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7147664536852666844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7147664536852666844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7147664536852666844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7147664536852666844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-day-dawn-of-destiny.html' title='Last Day - Dawn of Destiny'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7paRzV8eGzU/ThSk9nld0NI/AAAAAAAAF8A/Ggw05vr1ss8/s72-c/Dragons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1146115990687617088</id><published>2011-07-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:13:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven is Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aPZxIg7pXI/ThSJnlvAy7I/AAAAAAAAF74/dALrUw0ZJ2g/s1600/haven%2Bis%2Bhell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aPZxIg7pXI/ThSJnlvAy7I/AAAAAAAAF74/dALrUw0ZJ2g/s200/haven%2Bis%2Bhell.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626273147729791922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 14 &lt;br /&gt;King James Version (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1For the LORD will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose Israel, and set them in their own land: and the strangers shall be joined with them, and they shall cleave to the house of Jacob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2And the people shall take them, and bring them to their place: and the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the LORD for servants and handmaids: and they shall take them captives, whose captives they were; and they shall rule over their oppressors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3And it shall come to pass in the day that the LORD shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4That thou shalt take up this proverb against the king of Babylon, and say, How hath the oppressor ceased! the golden city ceased! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5The LORD hath broken the staff of the wicked, and the sceptre of the rulers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6He who smote the people in wrath with a continual stroke, he that ruled the nations in anger, is persecuted, and none hindereth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10All they shall speak and say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? art thou become like unto us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain thy people: the seed of evildoers shall never be renowned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21Prepare slaughter for his children for the iniquity of their fathers; that they do not rise, nor possess the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22For I will rise up against them, saith the LORD of hosts, and cut off from Babylon the name, and remnant, and son, and nephew, saith the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23I will also make it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the LORD of hosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24The LORD of hosts hath sworn, saying, Surely as I have thought, so shall it come to pass; and as I have purposed, so shall it stand: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25That I will break the Assyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: then shall his yoke depart from off them, and his burden depart from off their shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 26This is the purpose that is purposed upon the whole earth: and this is the hand that is stretched out upon all the nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27For the LORD of hosts hath purposed, and who shall disannul it? and his hand is stretched out, and who shall turn it back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28In the year that king Ahaz died was this burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29Rejoice not thou, whole Palestina, because the rod of him that smote thee is broken: for out of the serpent's root shall come forth a cockatrice, and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30And the firstborn of the poor shall feed, and the needy shall lie down in safety: and I will kill thy root with famine, and he shall slay thy remnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 32What shall one then answer the messengers of the nation? That the LORD hath founded Zion, and the poor of his people shall trust in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ligeia_haven is hell.wmv &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GULhXXRhwY4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1146115990687617088?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1146115990687617088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1146115990687617088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1146115990687617088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1146115990687617088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/haven-is-hell.html' title='Haven is Hell'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aPZxIg7pXI/ThSJnlvAy7I/AAAAAAAAF74/dALrUw0ZJ2g/s72-c/haven%2Bis%2Bhell.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7867542501322487696</id><published>2011-07-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:01:05.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Time Of Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVVErwSRZo/ThR4pfdfDHI/AAAAAAAAF7w/KHwOdUSSbgo/s1600/hitchhiker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVVErwSRZo/ThR4pfdfDHI/AAAAAAAAF7w/KHwOdUSSbgo/s200/hitchhiker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626254488707730546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see the meaning of this life i'm leading, I try to forget you as you forgot me&lt;br /&gt;this time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, should contemplate this change to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I, should step out of the rain, turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to ending it all I am drifting through the stages of the rapture born within this loss&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, should contemplate this change, to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I, should step out of the rain, turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, the dark's fading slowly, but it never sustains.&lt;br /&gt;Would someone watch over me, In my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, should contemplate this change, to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I, should step out of the rain, turn away.&lt;br /&gt;And I, should contemplate this change, to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I, should step out of the rain, turn away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9x6YclsLHN0&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7867542501322487696?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7867542501322487696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7867542501322487696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7867542501322487696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7867542501322487696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-my-time-of-need.html' title='In My Time Of Need'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVVErwSRZo/ThR4pfdfDHI/AAAAAAAAF7w/KHwOdUSSbgo/s72-c/hitchhiker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3261256634118529690</id><published>2011-07-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:57:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tefHTTJrPyI/ThR3trCqUzI/AAAAAAAAF7o/n3-GHvQDZ2k/s1600/Hope%2BLeaves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tefHTTJrPyI/ThR3trCqUzI/AAAAAAAAF7o/n3-GHvQDZ2k/s200/Hope%2BLeaves.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626253461024297778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner beside my window &lt;br /&gt;There hangs a lonely photograph &lt;br /&gt;There is no reason &lt;br /&gt;I'd never notice a memory that could hold me back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wound that's always bleeding &lt;br /&gt;There is a road I'm always walking &lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll never return to this place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone through days without talking &lt;br /&gt;There is a comfort in silence &lt;br /&gt;So used to losing all ambition &lt;br /&gt;And struggling to maintain what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once undone, there is only smoke &lt;br /&gt;Burning in my eyes to blind &lt;br /&gt;To cover up what really happened &lt;br /&gt;And force the darkness unto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3e6G_YNO0Y&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3261256634118529690?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3261256634118529690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3261256634118529690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3261256634118529690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3261256634118529690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/hope-leaves.html' title='Hope Leaves'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tefHTTJrPyI/ThR3trCqUzI/AAAAAAAAF7o/n3-GHvQDZ2k/s72-c/Hope%2BLeaves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-2062282033268640813</id><published>2011-07-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:54:10.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJcu64iP5nQ/ThRYmUkTIeI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/cSAmIBZg5QU/s1600/Book%2Bof%2BLies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJcu64iP5nQ/ThRYmUkTIeI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/cSAmIBZg5QU/s200/Book%2Bof%2BLies.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626219249871823330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear son Ellis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I a m so sorry to have not been there for you to have missed out on&lt;br /&gt;your many successes and, God willings few losses. To have not been there for your expirences and journeys- your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You must know I never gave up, never stoped looking. Your father was a trekster. A man without a vision of your future or an appreciation of the sacrifices made to secure your birthright. If you are now reading this journal, then you know I have finally found you, albe't I wish it would have been sooner. I embrace you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Inside the pages of this, your ancestors journal, are the secrets of the Book of Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From father to son. Always from father to son. And now from mother to son, I give you the means to finding that great book and its great power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hope that the wisdom of this journal will in some small part make up for years we spend apart. That you may forgive me for failing you. So, I pray now, that this journal guides you as I never could. That your path is illuminated by your family reach. I love you, Ellis. I always have and always will. May that love give you strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There is a plan for you, my son, and this is it... fulfill your birthright. Find the Book of Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Your loving mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book is Real – The Book of Lies&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thebookisreal.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-2062282033268640813?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2062282033268640813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=2062282033268640813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2062282033268640813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2062282033268640813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-of-lies.html' title='Book of Lies'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJcu64iP5nQ/ThRYmUkTIeI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/cSAmIBZg5QU/s72-c/Book%2Bof%2BLies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6205365708899590206</id><published>2011-07-06T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T05:14:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opeth - Bleak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hlz9N3siNs/ThRRh0KexLI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/Z-Q7lwrXQWk/s1600/Bleak.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hlz9N3siNs/ThRRh0KexLI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/Z-Q7lwrXQWk/s200/Bleak.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626211475872728242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating&lt;br /&gt;Heart still beating for the cause&lt;br /&gt;Feeding&lt;br /&gt;Soul still feeding from the loss&lt;br /&gt;Aching&lt;br /&gt;Limbs are aching from the rush&lt;br /&gt;Fading&lt;br /&gt;You are fading from my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break of morning, coldness lingers on&lt;br /&gt;Shroud me into nightmares of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving&lt;br /&gt;I am moving closer to your side&lt;br /&gt;Luring&lt;br /&gt;You are luring me into the night&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Who is crying for you here&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;I am dying fast inside your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plunging towards bereavement faster yet&lt;br /&gt;Clearing thoughts, my mind is set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devious movements in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Moved me from relief&lt;br /&gt;Breath comes out white clouds with your lies&lt;br /&gt;And filters through me&lt;br /&gt;You're close to the final word&lt;br /&gt;You're staring right past me in dismay&lt;br /&gt;A liquid seeps from your chest&lt;br /&gt;And drains me away&lt;br /&gt;Mist ripples round your thin white neck&lt;br /&gt;And draws me a line&lt;br /&gt;Cold fingers mark this dying wreck&lt;br /&gt;This moment is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me cure you&lt;br /&gt;Atone for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave you&lt;br /&gt;As all the days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devious movements in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Moved me from relief&lt;br /&gt;Breath comes out white clouds with your lies&lt;br /&gt;And filters through me&lt;br /&gt;You're close to the final word&lt;br /&gt;You're staring right past me in dismay&lt;br /&gt;A liquid seeps from your chest&lt;br /&gt;And drains me away&lt;br /&gt;Mist ripples round your thin white neck&lt;br /&gt;And draws me a line&lt;br /&gt;Cold fingers mark this dying wreck&lt;br /&gt;This moment is mine&lt;br /&gt;Night falls again&lt;br /&gt;Taking what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight twist, shivering corpse&lt;br /&gt;Ornated with water, fills the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Clasped in my limbs by tradition&lt;br /&gt;This is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIyJ5_reDSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6205365708899590206?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6205365708899590206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6205365708899590206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6205365708899590206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6205365708899590206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/opeth-bleak.html' title='Opeth - Bleak'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hlz9N3siNs/ThRRh0KexLI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/Z-Q7lwrXQWk/s72-c/Bleak.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1266377552112115898</id><published>2011-07-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:47:07.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We, The People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2PYjPAPFOk/ThPoxfO30MI/AAAAAAAAF7I/YMOWM9FYhCI/s1600/Good%2Bmorning.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2PYjPAPFOk/ThPoxfO30MI/AAAAAAAAF7I/YMOWM9FYhCI/s200/Good%2Bmorning.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096296410992834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson wrote his last public letter on June 24, 1826, in response to an invitation from the mayor of Washington to attend a celebration in honor of the fiftieth anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. His farewell to the nation, Jefferson's letter represents a supreme example of his vision of the American Revolution and its message of hope. Americans were the first people to throw off the shackles of oppression, but in time other peoples would also "assume the blessings and security of self-government." It is an eloquent expression of Jefferson's belief that the people are fullly capable of governing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the celebrated phrase "all Men are created equal" did not imply the Founding Fathers believed all Americans should have equal rights. Women did not enjoy the same political or civil rights as men, the vast majority of African Americans remained enslaved, and most Native Americans were considered separate peoples outside the bonds of citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither was the Declaration of Independence intended to formally guarantee individual or collective rights-that was left initially to the states and their constitutions. Only when the Bill of Rights was incorporated into the Federal Constitution of 1789 as the first ten amendments were citizens able to appeal to a common body of constitutional law. But even though the Declaration did not create the grounds for a free and equal society at the nation's birth, it has served to inspire those excluded from their rights ever since, in this country and around the world. The language of equality expressed in the Declaration became the universal credo of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1865, the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution ended slavery in the United States. In 1920, women won the right to vote. Native Americans were offered citizenship in 1889 if they separated from their tribes and assimilated into mainstream society. Later, in recognition of their service in World War I, the Citizenship Act of 1924 offered Native Americans citizenship without loss of tribal property and the right to vote in federal elections. (The right to vote in state elections was decided by individual states.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country and around the world, the language of equality expressed in the Declaration has become the universal credo of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVAhr4hZDJE&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1266377552112115898?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1266377552112115898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1266377552112115898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1266377552112115898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1266377552112115898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-people.html' title='We, The People'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2PYjPAPFOk/ThPoxfO30MI/AAAAAAAAF7I/YMOWM9FYhCI/s72-c/Good%2Bmorning.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-395445574329433507</id><published>2011-07-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:21:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deadlight Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COmOTgoqPLY/ThPGjQ3nnHI/AAAAAAAAF7A/ex8qnhyTJkM/s1600/Insane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COmOTgoqPLY/ThPGjQ3nnHI/AAAAAAAAF7A/ex8qnhyTJkM/s200/Insane.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626058668641852530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14th, 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She  is quite insane, as I have noted before. Her&lt;br /&gt;gait is reminiscent of a drunken whore, awkward and&lt;br /&gt;litting, each step taken as if unsure that the next will&lt;br /&gt;fallow. To take proper notes I have proceeded -with&lt;br /&gt;caution- to move my apartments nearer to her local&lt;br /&gt;haunts; in order to fulfill my duties I must follow her&lt;br /&gt;wherever she may wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wander is an appropriate term, it seems, and yet&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but wonder myself if there is not a &lt;br /&gt;method to her seeming madness. Her eyes, I have noted&lt;br /&gt;on such occasion that my present will glint with an&lt;br /&gt;understanding that chills my very soul taht wekened &lt;br /&gt;stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   According to the Watcher's Council I am to&lt;br /&gt;continue my studies of her character until a fitting&lt;br /&gt;replacement is found. There has been talk that the&lt;br /&gt;Council fears that I will be discovered, that my dark &lt;br /&gt;journey into the psychosis of such beguiling madness&lt;br /&gt;will undo me, but I am determined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keko Viaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deadlight Effect - Dressed Like Saints &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sP7lhnowffE&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-395445574329433507?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/395445574329433507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=395445574329433507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/395445574329433507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/395445574329433507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/deadlight-effect.html' title='The Deadlight Effect'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COmOTgoqPLY/ThPGjQ3nnHI/AAAAAAAAF7A/ex8qnhyTJkM/s72-c/Insane.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5940859363416419875</id><published>2011-07-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:57:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Comprehension</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfIS-rWQ5DU/ThOy7WPzTeI/AAAAAAAAF64/2MQrQeXF-j8/s1600/Obscura.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfIS-rWQ5DU/ThOy7WPzTeI/AAAAAAAAF64/2MQrQeXF-j8/s200/Obscura.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626037092169764322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A condemning fear strikes down&lt;br /&gt;Things they cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Laying your guilt and pain&lt;br /&gt;On people that had no part in the molding of a life&lt;br /&gt;That creates its destruction&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Right before your very eyes&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;To the end you will deny&lt;br /&gt;Your part in the demise of a life&lt;br /&gt;Lack of comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Thriving on your cliche&lt;br /&gt;Compelled by self-resentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into the minds of those that created&lt;br /&gt;The depression in which they&lt;br /&gt;In which they drowned their flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;So easy to blame the&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting fear on a pathetic attempt&lt;br /&gt;To justify the ending of life&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Right before your very eyes&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;To the end you will deny&lt;br /&gt;Your part in the demise of a life&lt;br /&gt;Lack of comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Thriving on your cliche&lt;br /&gt;Compelled by self-resentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu4uodpVKIk&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5940859363416419875?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5940859363416419875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5940859363416419875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5940859363416419875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5940859363416419875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/lack-of-comprehension.html' title='Lack of Comprehension'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfIS-rWQ5DU/ThOy7WPzTeI/AAAAAAAAF64/2MQrQeXF-j8/s72-c/Obscura.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-134102224794121083</id><published>2011-07-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:36:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay on Man (1734)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AaiMMc5wvI/ThOPI6LO8sI/AAAAAAAAF6w/bMQgzuVfqas/s1600/Admira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AaiMMc5wvI/ThOPI6LO8sI/AAAAAAAAF6w/bMQgzuVfqas/s200/Admira.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625997742733980354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The] new Philosophy calls all in doubt,&lt;br /&gt;The Element of fire is quite put out;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is lost, and th' earth, and no man's wit&lt;br /&gt;Can well direct him where to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;And freely men confess that this world's spent,&lt;br /&gt;When in the Planets, and the Firmament&lt;br /&gt;They seek so many new; then see that this&lt;br /&gt;Is crumbled out again to his Atomies.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone;&lt;br /&gt;All just supply, and all Relation . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, who through vast immensity can pierce,&lt;br /&gt;See worlds on worlds compose one universe,&lt;br /&gt;Observe how system into system runs,&lt;br /&gt;What other planets circle other suns,&lt;br /&gt;What varied Being peoples every star,&lt;br /&gt;May tell why Heaven has made us as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by  John Donne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5_jSRycN5g&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-134102224794121083?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/134102224794121083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=134102224794121083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/134102224794121083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/134102224794121083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-lights.html' title='Essay on Man (1734)'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AaiMMc5wvI/ThOPI6LO8sI/AAAAAAAAF6w/bMQgzuVfqas/s72-c/Admira.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7574606533830504850</id><published>2011-07-05T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:37:28.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great 2012 Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpBpPJZBhpY/ThOEE6eWGzI/AAAAAAAAF6o/x_euvHmljhk/s1600/100%2BYears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpBpPJZBhpY/ThOEE6eWGzI/AAAAAAAAF6o/x_euvHmljhk/s200/100%2BYears.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625985579466758962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna Obscura - Symphony of Sighs &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RU6_VWRqB4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7574606533830504850?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7574606533830504850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7574606533830504850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7574606533830504850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7574606533830504850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-2012-scare.html' title='The Great 2012 Scare'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpBpPJZBhpY/ThOEE6eWGzI/AAAAAAAAF6o/x_euvHmljhk/s72-c/100%2BYears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-104560562624089971</id><published>2011-07-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:53:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 reasons the world will end in 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly8QJ4GREmc/ThN5usGlCQI/AAAAAAAAF6g/0IJGeIINgjw/s1600/7%2Breasons%2Bthe%2Bworld%2Bwill%2Bend%2Bin%2B2012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly8QJ4GREmc/ThN5usGlCQI/AAAAAAAAF6g/0IJGeIINgjw/s200/7%2Breasons%2Bthe%2Bworld%2Bwill%2Bend%2Bin%2B2012.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625974202535577858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mayan Calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mob to predict 2012 as the end of the world were the Mayans, a bloodthirsty race that were good at two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building highly accurate astrological equipment out of stone and&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing Virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of years ago they managed to calculate the length of the lunar moon as 329.53020 days, only 34 seconds out. The Mayan calendar predicts that the Earth will end on December 21, 2012. Given that they were pretty close to the mark with the lunar cycle, it's likely they've got the end of the world right as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sun Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solar experts from around the world monitoring the sun have made a startling discovery: our sun is in a bit of strife. The energy output of the sun is, like most things in nature, cyclic, and it's supposed to be in the middle of a period of relative stability. However, recent solar storms have been bombarding the Earth with so much radiation energy, it's been knocking out power grids and destroying satellites. This activity is predicted to get worse, and calculations suggest it'll reach its deadly peak sometime in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Atom Smasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in Europe have been building the world's largest particle accelerator. Basically its a 27km tunnel designed to smash atoms together to find out what makes the Universe tick. However, the mega-gadget has caused serious concern, with some scientists suggesting that it's properly even a bad idea to turn it on in the first place. They're predicting all manner of deadly results, including mini black holes. So when this machine is fired up for its first serious experiment in 2012, the world could be crushed into a super-dense blob the size of a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Bible says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If having scientists warning us about the end of the world isn't bad enough,religious folks are getting in on the act aswell. Interpretations of the Christian Bible reveal that the date for Armageddon, the final battle between Good an Evil, has been set down for 2012. The I Ching, also known as the Chinese book of Changes, says the same thing, as do various sections of the Hindu teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone National Park in the United States is famous for its thermal springs and Old Faithful geyser. The reason for this is simple - it's sitting on top of the world's biggest volcano, and geological experts are beginning to get nervous sweats. The Yellowstone volcano has a pattern of erupting every 650,000 years or so, and we're many years overdue for an explosion that will fill the atmosphere with ash, blocking the sun and plunging the Earth into a frozen winter that could last up to 15,000 years. The pressure under the Yellowstone is building steadily, and geologists have set 2012 as a likely date for the big bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Physicists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's case of bog-simple maths mathematics. Physicists at Berekely Uni  have been crunching the numbers. and they've determined that the Earth is well overdue for a major catastrophic event. Even worse, they're claiming their calculations prove, that we're all going to die, very soon - while also saying their prediction comes with a certainty of 99 percent- and 2012 just happens to be the best guess as to when it occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Slip-Slop-Slap-BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the Earth is surrounded by a magnetic field that sheilds us from most of the sun's radiation. What you might not know is that the magnetic poles we call north and south have a nasty habit of swapping places every 750,000 years or so - and right now we're about 30,000 years overdue. Scientists have noted that the poles are drifting apart roughly 20-30kms each year, much faster than ever before, which points to a pole-shift being right around the corner. While the pole shift is underway, the magnetic field is disrupted and will eventually disappear, sometimes for up to 100 years. The result is enough UV outdoors to crisp your skin in seconds, killing everything it touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentum Et Factum &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLw0j166s_c&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-104560562624089971?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/104560562624089971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=104560562624089971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/104560562624089971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/104560562624089971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-reasons-world-will-end-in-2012.html' title='7 reasons the world will end in 2012'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly8QJ4GREmc/ThN5usGlCQI/AAAAAAAAF6g/0IJGeIINgjw/s72-c/7%2Breasons%2Bthe%2Bworld%2Bwill%2Bend%2Bin%2B2012.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7553206194504297271</id><published>2011-07-05T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:43:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ INDECENTE ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFPPistNd_s/ThNpZMuCQTI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/X21hvRN7VdM/s1600/INDECENTE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFPPistNd_s/ThNpZMuCQTI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/X21hvRN7VdM/s200/INDECENTE.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625956241147838770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos gustaría transmitirle al Sr. Presidente y a todos los políticos, lo que consideramos indecente:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE,  es que el salario mínimo de un trabajador sea de 207.60$/mes y el de un diputado de $5,099.60, pudiendo llegar, con dietas y otras prebendas, a  $10,500 /mes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que un profesor o un  enfermero de salud pública, ganen menos que el concejal de un  municipio de tercera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que los políticos se suban sus retribuciones en el porcentaje que les apetezca (siempre por unanimidad, por supuesto, y al inicio de la legislatura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que un ciudadano tenga que cotizar 35 años para percibir una jubilación y a los diputados les baste  sólo con siete, y que los miembros del gobierno, para cobrar la pensión máxima, sólo necesiten jurar el cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que los  diputados sean los únicos trabajadores (¿?) de este país  que están exentos de tributar en base a su sueldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es colocar en la administración a miles de innesesarios asesores = (léase amigotes  con sueldos que ya desearían los técnicos más cualificados.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, son los millones destinado a sostener a los partidos, aprobados por los  mismos políticos que viven de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que a un político no se le exija superar una mínima prueba de capacidad para  ejercer su cargo. (ni cultural, ni intelectual.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es el costo que representa para los ciudadanos sus comidas , chefs de la asamblea,, coches oficiales, chóferes, viajes (siempre en primera clase) y tarjetas de crédito por doquier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE No es que no se congelen el sueldo sus señorías, sino que no se lo bajen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que  sus señorías tengan  vacaciones  cuando quieran al año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDECENTE, es que ministros,  y altos cargos de la política, cuando cesan, son los únicos ciudadanos de este país que pueden legalmente percibir jugosas pensiones del TESORO PÚBLICO. ( caso reciente la corte de cuentas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que sea cuál sea el color del gobierno, toooooooodos los políticos se benefician de este moderno "derecho " mientras no se cambien las leyes que lo regula. ¿Y quiénes las cambiarán? ¿Ellos mismos? Já.!  para acabar con estos privilegios, y con otros. &lt;br /&gt;YA ES TIEMPO DE SACARLOS A TODOS, lease FMLN,ARENA,GANGA,PCN,PDC ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la incapacidad al fracaso, 2 años de fracaso.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKbpqDQrjYU&amp;sns=fb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7553206194504297271?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7553206194504297271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7553206194504297271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7553206194504297271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7553206194504297271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/indecente.html' title='¿ INDECENTE ... ?'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFPPistNd_s/ThNpZMuCQTI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/X21hvRN7VdM/s72-c/INDECENTE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-9056581242175101198</id><published>2011-07-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:16:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return To Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_oaq9iiB34/ThNG5RJf53I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/ZTHVC3H91I8/s1600/Return%2Bto%2Binnocence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_oaq9iiB34/ThNG5RJf53I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/ZTHVC3H91I8/s200/Return%2Bto%2Binnocence.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625918309185611634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (Love, Love)&lt;br /&gt;Devotion (Devotion, Devotion)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling (Feeling. Feeling)&lt;br /&gt;Emotion (Emotion, Emotion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk_sAHh9s08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-9056581242175101198?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9056581242175101198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=9056581242175101198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9056581242175101198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9056581242175101198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/return-to-innocence.html' title='Return To Innocence'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_oaq9iiB34/ThNG5RJf53I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/ZTHVC3H91I8/s72-c/Return%2Bto%2Binnocence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6237482181525544469</id><published>2011-07-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:23:22.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfDRdawhqLw/ThMrn9lzoaI/AAAAAAAAF6I/Lr4NEJfb8tg/s1600/To%2BAutumn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfDRdawhqLw/ThMrn9lzoaI/AAAAAAAAF6I/Lr4NEJfb8tg/s200/To%2BAutumn.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625888325063909794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness&lt;br /&gt;Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun&lt;br /&gt;Conspiring with him how to load and bless&lt;br /&gt;With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;&lt;br /&gt;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,&lt;br /&gt;And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;&lt;br /&gt;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,&lt;br /&gt;And still more, later flowers for the bees,&lt;br /&gt;Until they think warm days will never cease,&lt;br /&gt;For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find&lt;br /&gt;Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,&lt;br /&gt;Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;&lt;br /&gt;Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook&lt;br /&gt;Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep&lt;br /&gt;Steady thy laden head across a brook;&lt;br /&gt;Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,&lt;br /&gt;Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  John Keats (1795-1821)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcana- Autumnal &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWeBIfGOdkw&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6237482181525544469?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6237482181525544469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6237482181525544469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6237482181525544469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6237482181525544469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-autumn.html' title='To Autumn'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfDRdawhqLw/ThMrn9lzoaI/AAAAAAAAF6I/Lr4NEJfb8tg/s72-c/To%2BAutumn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8228033835806015551</id><published>2011-07-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:46:55.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lightkeeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFBkEPw1sKo/ThMj06Y4UtI/AAAAAAAAF6A/6TtwNvedUio/s1600/Arcana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFBkEPw1sKo/ThMj06Y4UtI/AAAAAAAAF6A/6TtwNvedUio/s200/Arcana.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625879751449662162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night without ships. Foghorns called into walled cloud, and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still alive, drawn to the light as if it were a fire kept by monks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness once crusted with stars, but now death-dark as you sail inward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through wild gorse and sea wrack, through heather and torn wool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ran, pulling me by the hand, so I might see this for once in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spin and spin of light, the whirring of it, light in search of the lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there since the era of fire, era of candles and hollow-wick lamps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whale oil and solid wick, colza and lard, kerosene and carbide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the signal fires lighted on this perilous coast in the Tower of Hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say to me stay awake, be like the lensmaker who died with his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lungs full of glass, be the yew in blossom when bees swarm, be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their amber cathedral and even the ghosts of Cistercians will be kind to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a certain light as after rain, in pearled clouds or the water beyond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen or sensed water, sea or lake, you would stop still and gaze out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a long time. Also when fireflies opened and closed in the pines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a star appeared, our only heaven. You taught me to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That after death it would be as it was before we were born. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be afraid. Nothing but happiness as unbearable as the dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from which it comes. Go toward the light always, be without ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Carolyn Forché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcana - Wings Of Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgawyEH-5bQ&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8228033835806015551?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8228033835806015551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8228033835806015551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8228033835806015551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8228033835806015551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/lightkeeper.html' title='The Lightkeeper'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFBkEPw1sKo/ThMj06Y4UtI/AAAAAAAAF6A/6TtwNvedUio/s72-c/Arcana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7339771566887202885</id><published>2011-07-05T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:56:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist of Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUlbUywfzOc/ThMX7mOCi3I/AAAAAAAAF54/eX0wQqXYXB0/s1600/Twist%2Bof%2BFate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUlbUywfzOc/ThMX7mOCi3I/AAAAAAAAF54/eX0wQqXYXB0/s200/Twist%2Bof%2BFate.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625866672155036530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you crying for?&lt;br /&gt;What is your desire?&lt;br /&gt;How can I help a poor soul?&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the solution I offer you&lt;br /&gt;Exhale and you lose all your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;You want to&lt;br /&gt;So I do what you ask me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never to late for a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;Believe and elate your mind&lt;br /&gt;And try to segregate the feelings you hate&lt;br /&gt;On my watch you'll be able to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel better now?&lt;br /&gt;Rely onto me&lt;br /&gt;My cure is a lifetime deal&lt;br /&gt;Love me and hate me&lt;br /&gt;Fear me and take me&lt;br /&gt;Die a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be another me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't stand the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just see another side of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;You want to&lt;br /&gt;So I do what you ask me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never to late for a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;Believe and elate your mind&lt;br /&gt;And try to segregate the feelings you hate&lt;br /&gt;On my watch you'll be able to fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmjwUMHvhDo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7339771566887202885?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7339771566887202885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7339771566887202885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7339771566887202885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7339771566887202885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/twist-of-fate.html' title='Twist of Fate'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUlbUywfzOc/ThMX7mOCi3I/AAAAAAAAF54/eX0wQqXYXB0/s72-c/Twist%2Bof%2BFate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7744376195091940599</id><published>2011-07-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:31:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Earth's atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebcuuDh12ZY/ThMSLKTm0XI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jma2TTUYvOw/s1600/Changes%2Bin%2BEarth%2527s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebcuuDh12ZY/ThMSLKTm0XI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jma2TTUYvOw/s200/Changes%2Bin%2BEarth%2527s.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625860342470332786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is evidence that greenhouse gas levels fell at the start of ice ages and rose during the retreat of the ice sheets, but it is difficult to establish cause and effect (see the notes above on the role of weathering). Greenhouse gas levels may also have been affected by other factors which have been proposed as causes of ice ages, such as the movement of continents and volcanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snowball Earth hypothesis maintains that the severe freezing in the late Proterozoic was ended by an increase in CO2 levels in the atmosphere, and some supporters of Snowball Earth argue that it was caused by a reduction in atmospheric CO2. The hypothesis also warns of future Snowball Earths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The August 2009 edition of Science provides further evidence that changes in solar insolation provide the initial trigger for the Earth to warm after an Ice Age, with secondary factors like increases in greenhouse gases accounting for the magnitude of the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Ruddiman has proposed the early anthropocene hypothesis, according to which the anthropocene era, as some people call the most recent period in the Earth's history when the activities of the human species first began to have a significant global impact on the Earth's climate and ecosystems, did not begin in the 18th century with the advent of the Industrial Era, but dates back to 8,000 years ago, due to intense farming activities of our early agrarian ancestors. It was at that time that atmospheric greenhouse gas concentrations stopped following the periodic pattern of the Milankovitch cycles. In his overdue-glaciation hypothesis Ruddiman states that an incipient ice age would probably have begun several thousand years ago, but the arrival of that scheduled ice age was forestalled by the activities of early farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exawatt - Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J50D_BXp_ro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7744376195091940599?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7744376195091940599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7744376195091940599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7744376195091940599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7744376195091940599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/changes-in-earths-atmosphere.html' title='Changes in Earth&apos;s atmosphere'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebcuuDh12ZY/ThMSLKTm0XI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jma2TTUYvOw/s72-c/Changes%2Bin%2BEarth%2527s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3552072294394674878</id><published>2011-07-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:42:06.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flame Of Wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FB6Z-_Hr-Qw/ThJr5knATwI/AAAAAAAAF5o/SZjqQtmBz-M/s1600/The%2BFlame%2BOf%2BWrath.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FB6Z-_Hr-Qw/ThJr5knATwI/AAAAAAAAF5o/SZjqQtmBz-M/s200/The%2BFlame%2BOf%2BWrath.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625677521363160834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou taught me love and suffer and pain&lt;br /&gt;my doubtful hope and eke my hot desire&lt;br /&gt;with shameful look to shadow and refrain&lt;br /&gt;thy smiling grace converted straight to ire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kisses of thine lips without feelings&lt;br /&gt;thine embraces so emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;Thou made love a shameful and wretched thing&lt;br /&gt;the flame of wrath shall on the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graciously thou delighted me&lt;br /&gt;obsequious I adored thee&lt;br /&gt;but yet I concealed my arousal&lt;br /&gt;I saw thee mourn but fared not&lt;br /&gt;heard thou not my wail&lt;br /&gt;as I confessed my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the remains of my putrified mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm probing for alleviation&lt;br /&gt;vainly trying to release&lt;br /&gt;this passion that engulfs me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lust triving beyond&lt;br /&gt;can I elude this need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chained in eternal darkness&lt;br /&gt;with a torn in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I cling to thee my beauty&lt;br /&gt;still so close but yet apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for thine seduction&lt;br /&gt;with desire I ache&lt;br /&gt;let my passion enswathe thee&lt;br /&gt;thine heart I'll take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thine deceitful enticing temptation&lt;br /&gt;inexcusable havoc&lt;br /&gt;hear me now as I declare&lt;br /&gt;I shall quell thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lust thriving beyond&lt;br /&gt;can I elude this need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reveal my clandestine deceit&lt;br /&gt;my urge of virulence increases&lt;br /&gt;thine eyes shines of depravation&lt;br /&gt;the flame of wrath shall on thee fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness be over thee&lt;br /&gt;angels to beckon thee&lt;br /&gt;true eternal passion&lt;br /&gt;an eternal tormen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGSrxbCcHoE&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3552072294394674878?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3552072294394674878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3552072294394674878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3552072294394674878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3552072294394674878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/flame-of-wrath.html' title='The Flame Of Wrath'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FB6Z-_Hr-Qw/ThJr5knATwI/AAAAAAAAF5o/SZjqQtmBz-M/s72-c/The%2BFlame%2BOf%2BWrath.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6171192539563647198</id><published>2011-07-04T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:17:15.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sueño de muerte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA6tBBdufLs/ThHngtCimJI/AAAAAAAAF5g/vCwM8jm0GQY/s1600/2012%252Braven-600x848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA6tBBdufLs/ThHngtCimJI/AAAAAAAAF5g/vCwM8jm0GQY/s200/2012%252Braven-600x848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531958594541714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Hacia dónde navegaremos? ' - Así dijo, creí,&lt;br /&gt;Una voz que sólo podría ser oída en sueños:&lt;br /&gt;Y nos deslizamos sin mástil ni remos,&lt;br /&gt;Un bote maravilloso sobre un espléndido mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto la orilla se torció hacia una bahía,&lt;br /&gt;Amplia, tranquila, con magníficas algas ondeando&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el agua, como los pensamientos que se agitan&lt;br /&gt;En el misterioso y profundo corazón de los poetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan quieta, tan justa, tan rosada en el alba&lt;br /&gt;Dormía esa bahía brillante: aunque parecía respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez del aire, o de las olas susurrantes,&lt;br /&gt;O de aquella voz, tan cercana como la propia alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hubo un naufragio anoche". ¿Un naufragio? ¿entonces dónde&lt;br /&gt;El buque, dónde la tripulación? - el mar que todo lo sepulta,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el cual no hay mandamientos ni crónicas,&lt;br /&gt;Yace sobre ellos con su sonrisa de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El naufragio ocurrió anoche". Mirando abajo,&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente debajo de la superficie, advertimos&lt;br /&gt;Los rostros sombríos con sus ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;Hacia el amanecer que no podían ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno fue movido por las algas: otro se estremecía,&lt;br /&gt;Los peces teñidos de rojo se deslizaban sobre su pecho;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien, con el cabello flotando, se mecía silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la aguda horquilla, como un niño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El naufragio ha sido" -dijo la voz melódica-&lt;br /&gt;"Y todo está en paz. Los muertos, que, mientras dormíamos,&lt;br /&gt;Lucharon por sus vidas, ahora descansan sin temer a la tormenta:&lt;br /&gt;No lloremos sobre ellos cuando sonríen las olas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y navegamos sobre las arenas diamantinas,&lt;br /&gt;Flores de mar brillantes, y caras blancas en una calma pedregosa,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que las olas nos arrastren al mar abierto,&lt;br /&gt;Y el gran sol surgió sobre el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (1826-1887)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6171192539563647198?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6171192539563647198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6171192539563647198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6171192539563647198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6171192539563647198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-sueno-de-muerte.html' title='Un sueño de muerte.'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA6tBBdufLs/ThHngtCimJI/AAAAAAAAF5g/vCwM8jm0GQY/s72-c/2012%252Braven-600x848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6220890575497503294</id><published>2011-07-03T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:10:14.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black As The Devil Painteth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YCMC5j2QS0/ThFZP9hDbII/AAAAAAAAF5Y/GlXcD9Yerss/s1600/4307024310_8bf6b6bcfa_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YCMC5j2QS0/ThFZP9hDbII/AAAAAAAAF5Y/GlXcD9Yerss/s200/4307024310_8bf6b6bcfa_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625375540308569218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -&lt;br /&gt;Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,&lt;br /&gt;O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth,&lt;br /&gt;Minding not that my hands are more than apt;&lt;br /&gt;My Muse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is hidden&lt;br /&gt;The blue-huéd arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry,&lt;br /&gt;The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflakéd and aery mountains,&lt;br /&gt;In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer,&lt;br /&gt;Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -&lt;br /&gt;I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! -&lt;br /&gt;Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine -&lt;br /&gt;What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintéd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,&lt;br /&gt;The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon -&lt;br /&gt;And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:&lt;br /&gt;"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth" -&lt;br /&gt;O Canvas! wherefore?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ituXC6DNKOk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6220890575497503294?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6220890575497503294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6220890575497503294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6220890575497503294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6220890575497503294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/black-as-devil-painteth.html' title='Black As The Devil Painteth'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YCMC5j2QS0/ThFZP9hDbII/AAAAAAAAF5Y/GlXcD9Yerss/s72-c/4307024310_8bf6b6bcfa_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5984400217801943344</id><published>2011-07-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:27:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With You There To Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WM7S4tf2v4/ThFPPGfUlHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/1M5t65ard5s/s1600/100_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WM7S4tf2v4/ThFPPGfUlHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/1M5t65ard5s/s200/100_1339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625364530421077106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days of peace --&lt;br /&gt;sweet smelling summer nights&lt;br /&gt;of wine and song;&lt;br /&gt;dusty pavements burning feet.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying, I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;How can I smile and make it right?&lt;br /&gt;For sixty days and eighty nights&lt;br /&gt;and not give in and lose the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the ones that I know,&lt;br /&gt;with whom I can be what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just one week for the feeling to go --&lt;br /&gt;and with you there to help me&lt;br /&gt;then it probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go down&lt;br /&gt;acting the same old play.&lt;br /&gt;Give sixty days for just one night.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'd make it: but then I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the ones that I know,&lt;br /&gt;with whom I can be what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just one week for the feeling to go --&lt;br /&gt;and with you there to help me&lt;br /&gt;then it probably will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNRmavbTTQk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5984400217801943344?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5984400217801943344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5984400217801943344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5984400217801943344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5984400217801943344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/with-you-there-to-help-me.html' title='With You There To Help Me'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WM7S4tf2v4/ThFPPGfUlHI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/1M5t65ard5s/s72-c/100_1339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4198181985092348622</id><published>2011-07-03T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:42:26.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messengers Of Gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utECwjuKzqw/ThFEp73WcFI/AAAAAAAAF5I/m2gUcfIUl3U/s1600/balanzahumana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utECwjuKzqw/ThFEp73WcFI/AAAAAAAAF5I/m2gUcfIUl3U/s200/balanzahumana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625352896797634642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore.&lt;br /&gt;A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.&lt;br /&gt;Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers.&lt;br /&gt;If we gave thoughts, they are harnessed to feed the hive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger of gods&lt;br /&gt;Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Messenger of gods&lt;br /&gt;Where's the word and where's the fire?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Where is the messenger of gods?&lt;br /&gt;We need a messenger of gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here just 1. equals absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The machines know you, your face and your life.&lt;br /&gt;Death, escape, that's why boneyards have fences.&lt;br /&gt;Go read your e-mails. Junk comes to junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger of gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjZ1J_JZ0XU&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4198181985092348622?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4198181985092348622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4198181985092348622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4198181985092348622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4198181985092348622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/messengers-of-gods.html' title='Messengers Of Gods'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utECwjuKzqw/ThFEp73WcFI/AAAAAAAAF5I/m2gUcfIUl3U/s72-c/balanzahumana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5659217179967874818</id><published>2011-07-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:29:31.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOm1T25QIa0/ThFBpo1tc_I/AAAAAAAAF5A/N2rgoVafxAM/s1600/amazing-sureal-paintings30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOm1T25QIa0/ThFBpo1tc_I/AAAAAAAAF5A/N2rgoVafxAM/s200/amazing-sureal-paintings30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625349593155597298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burned me down&lt;br /&gt;to hold my eyes at the lake of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;See the shadow of my obsession&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;I feel this lost ??? away, away&lt;br /&gt;In this life I feel lost for you&lt;br /&gt;All those times&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for your love&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see love and innocence&lt;br /&gt;But I still I do not know&lt;br /&gt;and I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;still I'm trying to touch&lt;br /&gt;are you loving me&lt;br /&gt;do you want to do&lt;br /&gt;realize be now and dance&lt;br /&gt;come on follow my words then we will fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMyaNJWWfTg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5659217179967874818?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5659217179967874818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5659217179967874818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5659217179967874818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5659217179967874818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-of-sorrow.html' title='Lake of Sorrow'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOm1T25QIa0/ThFBpo1tc_I/AAAAAAAAF5A/N2rgoVafxAM/s72-c/amazing-sureal-paintings30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5319431289377445760</id><published>2011-07-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:18:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfsIyRSAgIo/ThEi6N-OggI/AAAAAAAAF44/1n6Cl1YbJnQ/s1600/science4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfsIyRSAgIo/ThEi6N-OggI/AAAAAAAAF44/1n6Cl1YbJnQ/s200/science4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625315793140875778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses [x2]&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;No miracle is coming&lt;br /&gt;Hate you&lt;br /&gt;It's just a hole&lt;br /&gt;Hate you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;Hate you&lt;br /&gt;Must maintain control&lt;br /&gt;Hate you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's asking questions&lt;br /&gt;No place is safe&lt;br /&gt;I'll forfeit resurrection&lt;br /&gt;To escape this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak in verses, prophecies and curses&lt;br /&gt;This storm of thorns is growing&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;There's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;Chaos claws my jaw&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;And incites a mental riot&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mouth of madness&lt;br /&gt;With a tongue of poetry&lt;br /&gt;I ate the spine of Atlas&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is crushing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life [x6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried alive behind enemy lines&lt;br /&gt;Surrogate child for the sins of all mankind&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;Buried alive behind enemy lines, buried alive, buried alive [x3]&lt;br /&gt;For the sins of all mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbAzKRohuvs&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5319431289377445760?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5319431289377445760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5319431289377445760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5319431289377445760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5319431289377445760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/buried-alive.html' title='Buried Alive'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfsIyRSAgIo/ThEi6N-OggI/AAAAAAAAF44/1n6Cl1YbJnQ/s72-c/science4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4739234242951908320</id><published>2011-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:07:58.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ghost Flowers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFAnoRrAPmw/ThEgd69OVhI/AAAAAAAAF4w/BpCDfrb7XEU/s1600/peri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFAnoRrAPmw/ThEgd69OVhI/AAAAAAAAF4w/BpCDfrb7XEU/s200/peri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625313107976803858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's a killer&lt;br /&gt;And she's a keeper ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I blurry&lt;br /&gt;In your vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I just&lt;br /&gt;A poor decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me open&lt;br /&gt;With precision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll finger&lt;br /&gt;The incision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what have i done&lt;br /&gt;(quid pro quo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch you lose&lt;br /&gt;Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;In these hymns of Thanatos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you sanctuary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to&lt;br /&gt;See me burn&lt;br /&gt;I am living fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to&lt;br /&gt;See me burn&lt;br /&gt;I am LIVING FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the scars I bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the hate I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the scars I bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapeless vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the thousand children of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in-between, on the fence&lt;br /&gt;Nondescript antagonists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in-between, on the fence&lt;br /&gt;Nondescript antagonist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll split you open&lt;br /&gt;Climb inside&lt;br /&gt;Lose myself&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the 1000 children of death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From seraphim!&lt;br /&gt;To nephilim!&lt;br /&gt;To exodus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's picking ghostflowers&lt;br /&gt;From her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's clipping the wings&lt;br /&gt;Of fallen angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's picking ghostflowers&lt;br /&gt;From her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's tonguing splinters&lt;br /&gt;Of broken halos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the scars I bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the hate I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know me&lt;br /&gt;By the scars I bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL KNOW ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From gelatin&lt;br /&gt;To specimen&lt;br /&gt;To emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE AVENGED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE AVENGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the secrets&lt;br /&gt;That kill. that kill.&lt;br /&gt;That kill. that kill.&lt;br /&gt;That kill. that kill.&lt;br /&gt;That kill. that kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the thousand children of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qO9b5mw381I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4739234242951908320?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4739234242951908320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4739234242951908320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4739234242951908320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4739234242951908320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/ghost-flowers.html' title='&quot;Ghost Flowers&quot;'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFAnoRrAPmw/ThEgd69OVhI/AAAAAAAAF4w/BpCDfrb7XEU/s72-c/peri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3654017906106053509</id><published>2011-07-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:10:49.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligeia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ic_lVOruhQ/ThD28wrgg0I/AAAAAAAAF4o/GEVJN9HY9ec/s1600/386614810_47e4f521cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ic_lVOruhQ/ThD28wrgg0I/AAAAAAAAF4o/GEVJN9HY9ec/s200/386614810_47e4f521cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625267458305721154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo! 'tis a gala night&lt;br /&gt;      Within the lonesome latter years!&lt;br /&gt;      An angel throng, bewinged, bedight &lt;br /&gt;      In veils, and drowned in tears,&lt;br /&gt;      Sit in a theatre, to see &lt;br /&gt;      A play of hopes and fears,&lt;br /&gt;      While the orchestra breathes fitfully &lt;br /&gt;      The music of the spheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Mimes, in the form of God on high,&lt;br /&gt;      Mutter and mumble low,&lt;br /&gt;      And hither and thither fly --&lt;br /&gt;      Mere puppets they, who come and go &lt;br /&gt;      At bidding of vast formless things &lt;br /&gt;      That shift the scenery to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;      Flapping from out their Condor wings &lt;br /&gt;      Invisible Wo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      That motley drama! --oh, be sure &lt;br /&gt;      It shall not be forgot!&lt;br /&gt;      With its Phantom chased forever more,&lt;br /&gt;      By a crowd that seize it not,&lt;br /&gt;      Through a circle that ever returneth in &lt;br /&gt;      To the self-same spot,&lt;br /&gt;      And much of Madness and more of Sin &lt;br /&gt;      And Horror the soul of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But see, amid the mimic rout,&lt;br /&gt;      A crawling shape intrude!&lt;br /&gt;      A blood-red thing that writhes from out &lt;br /&gt;      The scenic solitude!&lt;br /&gt;      It writhes! --it writhes! --with mortal pangs &lt;br /&gt;      The mimes become its food,&lt;br /&gt;      And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs &lt;br /&gt;      In human gore imbued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Out --out are the lights --out all!&lt;br /&gt;      And over each quivering form,&lt;br /&gt;      The curtain, a funeral pall,&lt;br /&gt;      Comes down with the rush of a storm,&lt;br /&gt;      And the angels, all pallid and wan,&lt;br /&gt;      Uprising, unveiling, affirm &lt;br /&gt;      That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"&lt;br /&gt;      And its hero the Conqueror Worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;(published 1838)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3654017906106053509?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3654017906106053509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3654017906106053509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3654017906106053509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3654017906106053509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/ligeia.html' title='Ligeia'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ic_lVOruhQ/ThD28wrgg0I/AAAAAAAAF4o/GEVJN9HY9ec/s72-c/386614810_47e4f521cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-105765281927194379</id><published>2011-07-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:18:48.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Gates Of Nemezis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2GoB-b1q54/ThDplzqT4sI/AAAAAAAAF4g/35uPTsLrDWo/s1600/wpid-carina-crimm-fantasy-art-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2GoB-b1q54/ThDplzqT4sI/AAAAAAAAF4g/35uPTsLrDWo/s200/wpid-carina-crimm-fantasy-art-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625252770317853378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts disappear in the void of the night&lt;br /&gt;a place where the darkness is shining bright&lt;br /&gt;we are the blessed people we live forever and more&lt;br /&gt;now look into the sky where clouds meet the seas&lt;br /&gt;and on the earliest day we stand in front of our god&lt;br /&gt;and then we realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;lead us to the kingdom of desire&lt;br /&gt;lead us to the war &lt;br /&gt;lead us to the sacred land&lt;br /&gt;lead us into the grave&lt;br /&gt;thoughts disappear in the void of the night&lt;br /&gt;a place where the darkness is shining bright&lt;br /&gt;we are the blessed people we live forever and more&lt;br /&gt;now look into the sky&lt;br /&gt;where clouds meet the seas and on the earliest day&lt;br /&gt;we stand in front of our god and then we realize&lt;br /&gt;how small we are lead us to the kingdom of desire&lt;br /&gt;lead us to the war lead us to the sacred land&lt;br /&gt;lead us into the grave at the gates of nemesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4sxwOWwLQg&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-105765281927194379?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/105765281927194379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=105765281927194379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/105765281927194379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/105765281927194379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-gates-of-nemezis.html' title='At The Gates Of Nemezis'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2GoB-b1q54/ThDplzqT4sI/AAAAAAAAF4g/35uPTsLrDWo/s72-c/wpid-carina-crimm-fantasy-art-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7670153593293954862</id><published>2011-07-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:46:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antithesis Of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WP2b4TsloEo/ThDjJR7WuTI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/2MR6xe-VM6M/s1600/andrewwyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WP2b4TsloEo/ThDjJR7WuTI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/2MR6xe-VM6M/s200/andrewwyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625245683156433202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity has no bottom&lt;br /&gt;It is the breath of a dying sun&lt;br /&gt;Exhaling its icy last gasp&lt;br /&gt;Above the pillars of the dark corruption.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging low in the vast nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;Symbol of destiny-mirror of ages.&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Burning quickly away into molecular shadow&lt;br /&gt;There is no measure of it; it's depth in endless&lt;br /&gt;It is in the eyes of all who see.&lt;br /&gt;Elusive, the antithesis of light devours life&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, eternity shall endure&lt;br /&gt;When all else has fallen to myth; and no dream is left to believe&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is a dust, a churning sea of pale dementia&lt;br /&gt;Burying, reaping beneath the ashen shroud of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Desolate father of all time&lt;br /&gt;Awaits the final breath... and stands a lonely vigil&lt;br /&gt;To greet you in the inevitable darkness once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QirLzGg4yvY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7670153593293954862?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7670153593293954862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7670153593293954862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7670153593293954862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7670153593293954862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/antithesis-of-light.html' title='Antithesis Of Light'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WP2b4TsloEo/ThDjJR7WuTI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/2MR6xe-VM6M/s72-c/andrewwyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1018601273250848872</id><published>2011-07-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:18:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Pole ice may completely melt away this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3cU6V-Up5M/ThDcsMAAVTI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/y7ku56E_QnU/s1600/picture1.jpg_full_380_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3cU6V-Up5M/ThDcsMAAVTI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/y7ku56E_QnU/s200/picture1.jpg_full_380_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625238586279351602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in modern history, the North Pole may be iceless this summer. Scientists say it's an even bet that sea ice in the region will completely disappear in the next few months, perhaps as soon as August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice at the North Pole quickly and significantly melted away last year, and that may be causing further melting this summer. Scientists say the disappearance of long-term and thicker ice formed over the years has disappeared. Now, most of the ice that's left is seasonal ice, which melts away much more quickly during warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This year there is a lot of young ice. There's always some, but this year there's a lot," Andy Mahoney, a researcher at the University of Colorado's National Snow and Ice Data Center, told CTV.ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite observations indicate the ice remaining at the poles is melting faster than last year's rate, which was already a record year for Arctic ice loss. Scientists say whether or not the ice melts completely, this year's northern melt is yet another example of the impact that global warming is having on the planet's environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were some people who were saying last year was a rogue year. If the same thing happens again a lot more people are going to be persuaded about the consequences of global warming," Mahoney said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of people think it's a very small change in temperature. This shows that the change in sea ice is quite a dramatic consequence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ice melts, interest in the region is intensifying. Canada and other nations that border the Arctic -- including Russia and the U.S. -- are scrambling to lay claims to vast parts of the area, which may someday allow new resource development and shipping lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the North Pole melts, then you don't have to worry about the Northwest Passage. It will still be significant, but going on top of the globe would be politically easier," Mahoney said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A UN panel is supposed to decide on control of the Arctic by 2020. Last year, Canada's Conservative government announced plans to acquire up to eight Arctic patrol ships and to build an army base in Resolute Bay and a naval station in Nanisivik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the 1982 UN Convention on the Law of the Sea, Arctic countries have 10 years after ratification to prove their claims under the largely uncharted polar ice pack. All countries with claims to the Arctic have ratified the treaty, with the exception of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday Jun. 27, 2008 12:59 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;CTV.ca News Staff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1018601273250848872?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1018601273250848872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1018601273250848872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1018601273250848872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1018601273250848872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/north-pole-ice-may-completely-melt-away.html' title='North Pole ice may completely melt away this summer'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3cU6V-Up5M/ThDcsMAAVTI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/y7ku56E_QnU/s72-c/picture1.jpg_full_380_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-437756579867775443</id><published>2011-07-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:18:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzj0uZkdces/ThDAfjHCeWI/AAAAAAAAF4I/JTUdkBETDtA/s1600/Long_Lost_Love_by_WargusEstor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzj0uZkdces/ThDAfjHCeWI/AAAAAAAAF4I/JTUdkBETDtA/s200/Long_Lost_Love_by_WargusEstor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625207582818990434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My star, I saw it high and far&lt;br /&gt;At the parting of the ways&lt;br /&gt;A light on the edge of the outer night&lt;br /&gt;Like silver set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;Where the round world plunges steeply down&lt;br /&gt;But on the old roads goes&lt;br /&gt;As an unseen bridge that on arches runs&lt;br /&gt;To coasts that no man knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not find the burning domes and sands&lt;br /&gt;Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows&lt;br /&gt;Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men&lt;br /&gt;long lost to where no pathway goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where they bloom those flowers fair&lt;br /&gt;In what air or land they grow&lt;br /&gt;What words beyond the world I heard&lt;br /&gt;If you would seek for know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boat then, brother, far afloat&lt;br /&gt;You must labour in the sea&lt;br /&gt;And find yourself things out of mind:&lt;br /&gt;You will learn no more of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not find the burning domes and sands&lt;br /&gt;Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows&lt;br /&gt;Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men&lt;br /&gt;Of long lost to where no pathway goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the twain enfolded,&lt;br /&gt;Phantom twilight, phantom twilight,&lt;br /&gt;And dim the mazes dark, unholy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never find the burning domes and sands&lt;br /&gt;Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows&lt;br /&gt;Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men&lt;br /&gt;Long lost to whom no pathway goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBfkDH3F1GA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-437756579867775443?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/437756579867775443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=437756579867775443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/437756579867775443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/437756579867775443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-lost-to-where-no-pathway-goes.html' title='Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzj0uZkdces/ThDAfjHCeWI/AAAAAAAAF4I/JTUdkBETDtA/s72-c/Long_Lost_Love_by_WargusEstor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7682079980965981352</id><published>2011-07-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:51:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burden Of Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmuoFKC7_n4/ThCsN-_-v0I/AAAAAAAAF4A/G_Tt0Coo0b8/s1600/Osvaldo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmuoFKC7_n4/ThCsN-_-v0I/AAAAAAAAF4A/G_Tt0Coo0b8/s200/Osvaldo001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625185290835377986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tormented souls we're lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tears of the secrets are stained on our skin&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever feel again the warmth of sun&lt;br /&gt;At the end of night we'll die like our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet are the thorns that making us to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Silent are the moments of our own desires&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever hear again our silent screams&lt;br /&gt;At the end of day we'll become the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of solitude......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we are longing for the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Where destiny is not a part of it&lt;br /&gt;A veil of black grace is covering our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blinded we are following our hearts...&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I whisper in the moon:&lt;br /&gt;"Sear me with your light...bare me from my burden&lt;br /&gt;Take away my pain...and leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And leave me again...in my cold eternity....")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like forgotten angels we're buried in the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Words of lust and sadness are written in our hands&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever see again the light of pain&lt;br /&gt;At the end of life we'll return in dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden are the hopes that will bring us joy&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless we are walking the path of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever dream again the paradise&lt;br /&gt;At the end of time we'll become the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of solitude......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lHeG_4IJDE&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7682079980965981352?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7682079980965981352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7682079980965981352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7682079980965981352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7682079980965981352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/burden-of-solitude.html' title='The Burden Of Solitude'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmuoFKC7_n4/ThCsN-_-v0I/AAAAAAAAF4A/G_Tt0Coo0b8/s72-c/Osvaldo001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6923947489938961858</id><published>2011-07-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:35:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things You Didn't Know About The Cold War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5de8NT9w8rI/ThCoFbit3iI/AAAAAAAAF34/xOHAnInQB0Q/s1600/adolf_hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5de8NT9w8rI/ThCoFbit3iI/AAAAAAAAF34/xOHAnInQB0Q/s200/adolf_hitler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625180745831931426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term “cold war” goes back to a 14th-century medieval writer named Don Juan Manuel, who referred to the uneasy peace between Muslims and Christians in Spain. But it was George Orwell, in a piece titled “You and the Atomic Bomb,” who applied the term as we know it best to the protracted economic, geopolitical and ideological battle between the United States, the Soviet Union and their shifting allies.&lt;br /&gt;The precise dates of the Cold War are the subject of debate, though most agree that it began at some point in the summer of 1945 and continued until the collapse of the Soviet Union at the end of 1991. Whatever the case, it dominated global politics and culture for the entire second half of the 20th century, and its effects are ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;5 things you didn’t know about the only war that categorically could have ended all wars through total and complete annihilation, the Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;It was predicted by Adolf Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historian John Lewis Gaddis’ We Now Know: Rethinking Cold War History begins with Alexis de Tocqueville’s famous 1835 Cold War prediction, and follows it with German Chancellor Adolf Hitler’s lesser-known 1945 one, quoted from Francois Genoud’s 1961 work, The Testament of Adolf Hitler: The Hitler-Bormann Documents:&lt;br /&gt;“… there will remain in the world only two Great Powers capable of confronting each other — the United States and Soviet Russia. ”&lt;br /&gt;The laws of both history and geography will compel these two Powers to a trial of strength, either military or in the fields of economics and ideology. These same laws make it inevitable that both Powers should become enemies of Europe. And it is equally certain that both these Powers will sooner or later find it desirable to seek the support of the sole surviving great nation in Europe, the German people.”&lt;br /&gt;With Hitler, it always comes back to Germany, but considering the intense Cold War battleground that Berlin became, he was more right than wrong on this one.&lt;br /&gt;Its first casualty was a Christian missionary&lt;br /&gt;In 1942, John Morrison Birch was working in occupied China as a Christian missionary when, by accident, he came to the rescue of Colonel Jimmy Doolittle and his Tokyo Raiders, who had to bail out during the Doolittle Raid, the first U.S. aerial raid on Japanese soil. The men had been hiding from Japanese troops and Birch led them to safety. Doolittle hooked Birch up with his CO, who noted that Birch’s experience and contacts in China, along with his command of Mandarin, would make him an outstanding intelligence resource. From then until the end of the war in the Pacific, Birch served with distinction in the U.S. 14th Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;Just 10 days after Japan officially surrendered on August 15, 1945, Birch was sent by the OSS (forerunner to the CIA) on a mission within China. There, he and the men he led ran into a group of Chinese communists who took them prisoner and ultimately executed Birch. As a result, many regard him as the Cold War’s first causality&lt;br /&gt;U.S. had more communists on its side than the USSR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1969, the CIA concluded that there was no possibility of an alliance with the People’s Republic of China. At the same time, Soviet troops were exchanging gunfire with Chinese troops along their shared border, leading China to wonder how far the Soviets would take the aggression, and further, what they could do to prevent it. The solution was to open discussions with their most imminent new enemy’s biggest enemy: the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the U.S. wanted China in their corner regarding their increasing troop commitment in Vietnam. President Nixon’s 1972 trips to China proved a diplomatic coup for both countries, and following them both, Henry Kissinger penned a memo to Nixon calling China “a tacit ally,” swinging 870 million communists to the U.S. side. This shaky alliance is considered a pivotal moment in bringing the Cold War to an eventual end.&lt;br /&gt;Although the 2007 release of the Tom Hanks film Charlie Wilson’s War has spurred some renewed general interest in the Cold War, the topic itself is fascinating — and terrifying. It is almost incomprehensible to imagine that world diplomacy and foreign affairs were directly guided by a concept as staggering as Mutually Assured Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;In December 1989, George Bush Sr. and Mikhail Gorbachev declared an official end to the Cold War, but it’s hard to believe either man actually believed this. Fallout can still be seen on many fronts, thanks in part to more than a few examples of strange bedfellows, particularly in the case of the U.S.: the backing of future Chilean monster Augusto Pinochet; the CIA-backed coup that brought the Shah to power in Iran and led to 1979’s Islamic Revolution; and contributions from the U.S., Egypt, the UK, and Saudi Arabia in support of Mujahideen rebels during the Soviet war in Afghanistan which, when ended by the Geneva accords, left the country in ruins and paved the way for groups like the Taliban.&lt;br /&gt;It cost the U.S. about $8 trillion&lt;br /&gt;Eminent foreign relations historian Walter LaFeber has put the U.S. military expenditures bill for the Cold War at around $8 trillion. This is a reasonable figure when you take into consideration wars in Korea and Vietnam; intervention in Afghanistan, Nicaragua, the Dominican Republic, Cuba, Chile, Grenada, and elsewhere; psychological warfare through covert CIA operations such as the Congress for Cultural Freedom and Radio Free Europe; and, of course, the research, development, testing, and construction of tens of thousands of nuclear weapons (at a high point in the late 1960s, both the U.S. and the USSR were each spending $50 million a day on those weapons).&lt;br /&gt;By way of comparison, the U.S. is currently spending roughly $8 billion per month on the war in Iraq. Money spent on the Cold War could fund that operation for another 80 years.&lt;br /&gt;It ended in part because of Apple&lt;br /&gt;The hobbyist culture and the economic flexibility in the U.S., both largely absent in the Soviet Union and Soviet-bloc countries, encouraged guys like Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak to take on industry giants like IBM. As a result, the information age erupted, spreading information that wasn’t spun by news outlets or crafted by governments into propaganda, but expressed by everyday citizens.&lt;br /&gt;The most remarkable testament to this comes from Professor Karen Dawisha, director of Miami University’s Havighurst Center for Russian and Post-Soviet Studies. Dawisha quotes a Czech microcomputer maker in the mid-1980s moaning about the impact of PCs:&lt;br /&gt;“With these computers comes not only technology, but also ideology… Children might soon begin to believe that Western technology represents the peak and our technology is obsolete and bad… in 10 years’ time it will be too late to change our children. By then they will want to change us.”&lt;br /&gt;Finally, before a conflict as massive and globally important as the Cold War can be evaluated with any accurate historical perspective, a certain amount of time must pass, key people need to die or start talking, and a number of classified documents need to be declassified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21, 2008 by uphaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6923947489938961858?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6923947489938961858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6923947489938961858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6923947489938961858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6923947489938961858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-things-you-didnt-know-about-cold-war.html' title='5 Things You Didn&apos;t Know About The Cold War'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5de8NT9w8rI/ThCoFbit3iI/AAAAAAAAF34/xOHAnInQB0Q/s72-c/adolf_hitler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4419159849906842937</id><published>2011-07-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:23:00.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony of Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYcIdfn6r3c/ThClbPkaNZI/AAAAAAAAF3w/19t1kV46cHs/s1600/41mk-8x.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYcIdfn6r3c/ThClbPkaNZI/AAAAAAAAF3w/19t1kV46cHs/s200/41mk-8x.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625177822040044946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wounds are open...and I bleed&lt;br /&gt;Time passing by so fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;Living forever into my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty tears...from broken eyes&lt;br /&gt;Frozen fears...from twisted minds&lt;br /&gt;My wounds are made of lies&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear? the symphony?&lt;br /&gt;The symphony of sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise I hear a voice to whisper&lt;br /&gt;From the silence you're buried&lt;br /&gt;Burn all your memories&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty words...from empty hearts&lt;br /&gt;Bloody touches...from faithless hands&lt;br /&gt;My wounds are made of lies&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear? the symphony?&lt;br /&gt;The symphony of sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RU6_VWRqB4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4419159849906842937?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4419159849906842937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4419159849906842937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4419159849906842937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4419159849906842937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/symphony-of-sighs.html' title='Symphony of Sighs'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYcIdfn6r3c/ThClbPkaNZI/AAAAAAAAF3w/19t1kV46cHs/s72-c/41mk-8x.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3272895276513559108</id><published>2011-07-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:50:22.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Frozen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dDIBWUDqHs/ThCdo1JpJCI/AAAAAAAAF3o/Y2_wbt482UM/s1600/sureal22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dDIBWUDqHs/ThCdo1JpJCI/AAAAAAAAF3o/Y2_wbt482UM/s200/sureal22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625169259373601826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness sleeps around me,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day to break,&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here, in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, no one to wake,&lt;br /&gt;The chilly air, is clear, and piercing,&lt;br /&gt;It bights my bones, and numbs my toes,&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit alone and thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if your heart has froze,&lt;br /&gt;I think of days, when you were with me,&lt;br /&gt;You always had, something to say,&lt;br /&gt;About the way the world is changing,&lt;br /&gt;Another theory ever day,&lt;br /&gt;You could tell your dreams for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Explain inventions that you made,&lt;br /&gt;Draw a picture, here beside me,&lt;br /&gt;But then the memories do fade,&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened to this dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;Have dreams turned, to hate and rage,&lt;br /&gt;Or have they frozen in the cold wind,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in time, Or bounded or caged,&lt;br /&gt;Time will wait for no ones feelings,&lt;br /&gt;We all grow old, as time ticks by,&lt;br /&gt;And frozen hearts lay wait in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness to them a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered Memories&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r09rOhNF8w&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3272895276513559108?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3272895276513559108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3272895276513559108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3272895276513559108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3272895276513559108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/frozen.html' title='&quot;Frozen&quot;'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dDIBWUDqHs/ThCdo1JpJCI/AAAAAAAAF3o/Y2_wbt482UM/s72-c/sureal22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5681425193062485865</id><published>2011-07-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:45:14.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Epitaph"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poUcovVc0lE/Tg_z0phRFjI/AAAAAAAAF3g/gbCgGD0MSvA/s1600/4824522498_6b6947f0ca_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poUcovVc0lE/Tg_z0phRFjI/AAAAAAAAF3g/gbCgGD0MSvA/s200/4824522498_6b6947f0ca_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624982545433171506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall on which the prophets wrote&lt;br /&gt;Is cracking at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;Upon the instruments of death&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight brightly gleams.&lt;br /&gt;When every man is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;With nightmares and with dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Will no one lay the laurel wreath&lt;br /&gt;When silence drowns the screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion will be my epitaph.&lt;br /&gt;As I crawl a cracked and broken path&lt;br /&gt;If we make it we can all sit back&lt;br /&gt;and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the iron gates of fate,&lt;br /&gt;The seeds of time were sown,&lt;br /&gt;And watered by the deeds of those&lt;br /&gt;Who know and who are known;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a deadly friend&lt;br /&gt;When no one sets the rules.&lt;br /&gt;The fate of all mankind I see&lt;br /&gt;Is in the hands of fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion will be my epitaph.&lt;br /&gt;As I crawl a cracked and broken path&lt;br /&gt;If we make it we can all sit back&lt;br /&gt;and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wJVmvp_tDA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5681425193062485865?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5681425193062485865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5681425193062485865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5681425193062485865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5681425193062485865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/epitaph.html' title='&quot;Epitaph&quot;'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poUcovVc0lE/Tg_z0phRFjI/AAAAAAAAF3g/gbCgGD0MSvA/s72-c/4824522498_6b6947f0ca_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7243031441088497483</id><published>2011-07-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:15:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear The World Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe3w5kkMMl0/Tg_spKyxI4I/AAAAAAAAF3Y/hwrJN9MIG8s/s1600/Slave_angel_by_the_surreal_arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe3w5kkMMl0/Tg_spKyxI4I/AAAAAAAAF3Y/hwrJN9MIG8s/s200/Slave_angel_by_the_surreal_arts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624974651625120642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fought another day,&lt;br /&gt;Lose another chance to break away&lt;br /&gt;From all I cannot bear.&lt;br /&gt;I suffer through through the shame&lt;br /&gt;Wishing hope would just abandon me&lt;br /&gt;Till this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loveless life&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;Only to tear the whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;Take it all and take the fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;Fear is all I hold&lt;br /&gt;Bound and beaten down&lt;br /&gt;All the pain I can't escape today&lt;br /&gt;Is always with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loveless life&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;Only to tear the whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;My darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Your arms that hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;Only to tear the whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love is lost&lt;br /&gt;All my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;All my love is lost&lt;br /&gt;All my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loveless life&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;Only to tear the whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;My darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Your arms that hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;Only to tear the whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4myz1gbUNys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7243031441088497483?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7243031441088497483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7243031441088497483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7243031441088497483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7243031441088497483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/tear-world-down.html' title='Tear The World Down'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe3w5kkMMl0/Tg_spKyxI4I/AAAAAAAAF3Y/hwrJN9MIG8s/s72-c/Slave_angel_by_the_surreal_arts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3681711827365769528</id><published>2011-07-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:36:03.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady In Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoA_n5ww10/Tg_jni5Of3I/AAAAAAAAF3Q/RY4RGGSeQiQ/s1600/8-effect-500x379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoA_n5ww10/Tg_jni5Of3I/AAAAAAAAF3Q/RY4RGGSeQiQ/s200/8-effect-500x379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624964728130273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hill the ancient oak, she lives in the house of the crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;dismal lullaby tales of her life. blood... pain... lust and perversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see her with her dark veil as she walks in the bewitched wood&lt;br /&gt;the wolves sings when she pass. earth bleeds under her foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in black... lady in black... witch's eyes... pale face... lady in black... lady in black... nails like blades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me child... my black heart awaits your innocent soul...&lt;br /&gt;The blind monk prays under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door... close the windows&lt;br /&gt;leave out the fear and the dark cause she has come to bring suffering and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in black... lady in black... witch's eyes... pale face... lady in black... lady in black... nails like blades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kovUsrvvlKw&amp;feature=feedrec_grec_index&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3681711827365769528?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3681711827365769528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3681711827365769528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3681711827365769528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3681711827365769528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/lady-in-black.html' title='Lady In Black'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoA_n5ww10/Tg_jni5Of3I/AAAAAAAAF3Q/RY4RGGSeQiQ/s72-c/8-effect-500x379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8885854199431234270</id><published>2011-07-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:34:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luciferia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCtAanK8Z8A/Tg_jIonGH2I/AAAAAAAAF3I/z1C8920MhOY/s1600/5449980472_021cd7effa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCtAanK8Z8A/Tg_jIonGH2I/AAAAAAAAF3I/z1C8920MhOY/s200/5449980472_021cd7effa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624964197088894818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a dark way in the ancient wood&lt;br /&gt;Where the ghosts and the dead walk&lt;br /&gt;She has enchanted eyes; she has the power of hell&lt;br /&gt;Witch... unholy witch... witch... unholy witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a smell of death... Luciferia&lt;br /&gt;A symphony of hell... Luciferia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful girl... but the pain for the death of her son was great...&lt;br /&gt;The heart becomes stone... frozen... there's no place for the joy&lt;br /&gt;Eyes... unholy eyes... eyes... unholy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sleep in her coffin in the ancient cemetery... wait for the ceremony of death... wait...&lt;br /&gt;The unholy words of the red book of Macabria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLEGh_CfYEg&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8885854199431234270?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8885854199431234270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8885854199431234270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8885854199431234270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8885854199431234270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/luciferia.html' title='Luciferia'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCtAanK8Z8A/Tg_jIonGH2I/AAAAAAAAF3I/z1C8920MhOY/s72-c/5449980472_021cd7effa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6854278516033523405</id><published>2011-07-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:04:56.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Covenant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH8XN_wJFrg/Tg_cUGRaFrI/AAAAAAAAF3A/Ivd1_-PpqWE/s1600/51yI6rJxp7L._SX500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH8XN_wJFrg/Tg_cUGRaFrI/AAAAAAAAF3A/Ivd1_-PpqWE/s200/51yI6rJxp7L._SX500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624956697448158898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A treaty between alpha and omega beings&lt;br /&gt;Summoning a darkened era upon Earth&lt;br /&gt;Ancients receive immortality&lt;br /&gt;The rest shall be servants of the gods&lt;br /&gt;Slow-Poisoning xenobiotic substances will enslave your sick&lt;br /&gt;A pact of horrifying consequence&lt;br /&gt;A new alteration&lt;br /&gt;Humanoid mutation of alien seed&lt;br /&gt;The agenda implemented through genetic infiltration&lt;br /&gt;Sinister&lt;br /&gt;Undignified&lt;br /&gt;Promising unearthly intellect&lt;br /&gt;Feeding on the selfishness of man&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;The ancient covenant is sealed with the blood of unsown (tainted) loins&lt;br /&gt;Begin integration of the hybrid population&lt;br /&gt;Ancients join the ranks of the gods&lt;br /&gt;For their curses of destined generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaoYJLKG03o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6854278516033523405?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6854278516033523405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6854278516033523405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6854278516033523405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6854278516033523405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/ancient-covenant.html' title='The Ancient Covenant'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH8XN_wJFrg/Tg_cUGRaFrI/AAAAAAAAF3A/Ivd1_-PpqWE/s72-c/51yI6rJxp7L._SX500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8688604311800345175</id><published>2011-07-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:11:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 The Final Prophecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRecdArhnW0/Tg_PsSS4a4I/AAAAAAAAF24/VDiPjsHjfC8/s1600/20090316173247_the_gate_of_the_ancients_by_jlof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRecdArhnW0/Tg_PsSS4a4I/AAAAAAAAF24/VDiPjsHjfC8/s200/20090316173247_the_gate_of_the_ancients_by_jlof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624942819341265794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maya believed that everything including creation and destruction occurred in cycles. Their calendar spanned five cycles, each lasting approximately 5,200 years. At the end of each cycle before this one, the Maya believed the current, flawed creation had to be destroyed for the world to be born again. Some believe the end of the current cycle on December 21, 2012, is an apocalyptic sign. And those who see a connection between the complex and incredibly accurate Maya calendar and a prophecy that the world will end in 2012 point to an unexpected discovery made in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This captivating documentary looks for the truth behind the compelling myth – is there evidence of global upheaval on a massive scale? We follow scientist Adam Maloof to three continents on a detective story that spans eons, with clues embedded in the oldest rocks on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab1axXvarhY&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8688604311800345175?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8688604311800345175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8688604311800345175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8688604311800345175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8688604311800345175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/2012-final-prophecy.html' title='2012 The Final Prophecy'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRecdArhnW0/Tg_PsSS4a4I/AAAAAAAAF24/VDiPjsHjfC8/s72-c/20090316173247_the_gate_of_the_ancients_by_jlof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-995687937020670664</id><published>2011-07-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:23:10.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Degrees Could Change The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lquPdR30xMc/Tg-LNFiVxyI/AAAAAAAAF2w/UzrlZTUNbbI/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lquPdR30xMc/Tg-LNFiVxyI/AAAAAAAAF2w/UzrlZTUNbbI/s200/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624867516549809954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming refers to average increase in the earth's temperature due to increase in pollution which results in greenhouse effect which in turn leads to climate change. Global warming may lead to rise in the sea level due to melting of glaciers, shrinkage of forests, changes in the rainfall pattern and wide range of impacts on plants and humans.&lt;br /&gt;The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), a group of over 2,500 scientists from countries across the world have determined that a number of human activities are contributing towards the growth of global warming by releasing excessive amount of greenhouse gases to the atmosphere. These greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide accumulate into the atmosphere and trap heat that would normally would exit into the outer space. Over the last few decades cars, industries and power plants have relesed tons of greenhouse gases into the atmosphere and this has caused the temperature of the earth to rise from .6 degree Celsius between 1901 and 2000. If nothing is done to stop global warming now then it could prove to be a big disaster for the human kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-995687937020670664?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/995687937020670664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=995687937020670664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/995687937020670664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/995687937020670664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-degrees-could-change-world.html' title='6 Degrees Could Change The World'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lquPdR30xMc/Tg-LNFiVxyI/AAAAAAAAF2w/UzrlZTUNbbI/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4499393099432958627</id><published>2011-07-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:06:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3PvoBhnzo/Tg9QIxcFqcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Q1MwfvZnTvY/s1600/Surreal_Art4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3PvoBhnzo/Tg9QIxcFqcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Q1MwfvZnTvY/s200/Surreal_Art4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624802571249363394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fairy tale, but the story's out of date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I have or try to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that that the road is lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that this life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place far below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come set me free from this oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me that I can fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the road is lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that this life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place far below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come set me free from this oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fairy tale, but the story's out of date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I have or try to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I... I keep wondering away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deep in disarray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place far below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come set me free, set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (set me free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (set me free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (set me free. come set me free, set me free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (Set me free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (Set me free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering (Come set me free from this oblivion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRwFqDJ0uIU&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4499393099432958627?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4499393099432958627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4499393099432958627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4499393099432958627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4499393099432958627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/oblivion.html' title='Oblivion'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3PvoBhnzo/Tg9QIxcFqcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Q1MwfvZnTvY/s72-c/Surreal_Art4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4234311112031888884</id><published>2011-07-01T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:52:53.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revealing Science Of God (Dance Of The Dawn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JIj-HctJho/Tg21EGFrKNI/AAAAAAAAF2g/fYV6QH5OodQ/s1600/AB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JIj-HctJho/Tg21EGFrKNI/AAAAAAAAF2g/fYV6QH5OodQ/s200/AB.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624350591614134482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources&lt;br /&gt;Chased amid fusions of wonder&lt;br /&gt;In moments hardly seen forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge&lt;br /&gt;Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days undersearching earth&lt;br /&gt;Revealing corridors of time provoking memories&lt;br /&gt;Disjointed but with purpose&lt;br /&gt;Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp and tender love&lt;br /&gt;As we took to the air a picture of distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused expression&lt;br /&gt;As only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing late into corners&lt;br /&gt;And we danced from the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many wont to follow&lt;br /&gt;Only tunes of a different age&lt;br /&gt;As the links span our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the sunlight caller&lt;br /&gt;Soft summer mover distance mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called out a tune but I never saw the face&lt;br /&gt;Heard but not replaced&lt;br /&gt;I ventured to talk but I never lost my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day&lt;br /&gt;Lost in lights array&lt;br /&gt;I ventured to see as the sound began to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to this song we once knew so well&lt;br /&gt;Signed promise for moments caught within the spell&lt;br /&gt;I must have waited all my life for this&lt;br /&gt;Moment moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future poised with the splendour just begun&lt;br /&gt;The light we were as one&lt;br /&gt;And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment when our world had filled the skies&lt;br /&gt;Magic turned our eyes&lt;br /&gt;To feast on the treasure set for our strange device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to wonders we once knew so well&lt;br /&gt;Did we forget what happened, surely we can tell&lt;br /&gt;We must have waited all our lives for this&lt;br /&gt;Moment moment moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight movement&lt;br /&gt;Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Release forward&lt;br /&gt;Tallest rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Sun shower seasons&lt;br /&gt;Life flower reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move fast, they tell me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't believe that I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;There's someone to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the forest&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts would send our fusion clearly to be home&lt;br /&gt;Getting over wars we do not mean, or so it seems so clearly&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered with our passion clearly to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move fast, they tell me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't believe they really mean to&lt;br /&gt;There's someone to tell you&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't believe our song will leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyline teacher&lt;br /&gt;Warland seeker&lt;br /&gt;Send out poison&lt;br /&gt;Cast iron leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through the rhythm of moving slowly&lt;br /&gt;Sent through the rhythm work out the story&lt;br /&gt;Move over glory to sons of old fighters past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Christians see it from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Old people feel it, that's what they're saying&lt;br /&gt;Move over glory to sons of old fighters past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move fast, they tell me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't believe they really mean to&lt;br /&gt;There's someone to tell you&lt;br /&gt;A course towards a universal season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the forest&lt;br /&gt;They might stand and leave them clearly to be home&lt;br /&gt;Getting over wars they do not mean, we charm the movement suffers&lt;br /&gt;Call out all our memories clearly to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've moved fast, we need love&lt;br /&gt;A part we offer is our only freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to this song we once knew so well&lt;br /&gt;Signed promise for moments caught within the spell&lt;br /&gt;We must have waited all our lives for this&lt;br /&gt;Moment moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past present movers moments we'll process the future,&lt;br /&gt;But only through Him we know&lt;br /&gt;Send flowered rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece apart chased flowers of the dark and lights of songs&lt;br /&gt;To follow and show all we feel for and know of&lt;br /&gt;Cast round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seekers of the truth aceepting that reason will relive&lt;br /&gt;And breathe and hope and chase and love&lt;br /&gt;For you and you and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revealing Science of God Part 1 of 2&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrKzfYl3hgI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revealing Science of God Part 2 of 2 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbnFIPtxo3s&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4234311112031888884?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4234311112031888884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4234311112031888884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4234311112031888884'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5463217239829370245</id><published>2011-07-01T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:37:33.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Days recorded in the Tanakh:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7zyjxz7wS0/Tg2VVuYQxvI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/C0ArjQHMWrE/s1600/End%2Bof%2BDays.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7zyjxz7wS0/Tg2VVuYQxvI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/C0ArjQHMWrE/s200/End%2Bof%2BDays.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624315710115202802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumultuous events will overturn the old world order, as is recorded in the following passages from the Old Testament (Tanakh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29-39 (King James Version): But if from thence thou shalt seek the Lord thy GOD, thou shalt find him, if thou seek him with all thy heart and with all thy soul. When thou art in tribulation, and all these things are come upon thee, even in the latter days, if thou turn to the Lord thy God, and shalt be obedient unto his voice; (For the Lord thy God is a merciful God;) he will not forsake thee, neither destroy thee, nor forget the covenant of thy fathers which he sware unto them. For ask now of the days that are past, which were before thee, since the day that God created man upon the earth, and ask from the one side of heaven unto the other, whether there hath been any such thing as this great thing is, or hath been heard like it? Did ever people hear the voice of God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as the seas turn black and feel like mud, and all will know the wrath and atonement of their sins? Or hath God assayed to go and take him a nation from the midst of another nation, by temptations, by signs, and by wonders, and by war, and by a mighty hand, and by a stretched out arm, and by great terrors, according to all that the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your eyes? Unto thee it was shewed, that thou mightest know that the Lord he is God; there is none else beside him. Out of heaven he made thee to hear his voice, that he might instruct thee: and upon earth he shewed thee his great fire; and thou heardest his words out of the midst of the fire. And because he loved thy fathers, therefore he chose their seed after them, and brought thee out in his sight with his mighty power out of Egypt; to drive out nations from before thee greater and mightier than thou art, to bring thee in, to give thee their land for an inheritance, as it is this day. Know therefore this day, and consider it in thine heart, that the Lord he is God in heaven above, and upon the earth beneath: there is none else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 2:1-5 (King James Version): The word that Isaiah the son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem. And it shall come to pass in the last days, that the mountain of the Lord's house shall be established in the top of the mountains, and shall be exalted above the hills; and all nations shall flow unto it. And many people shall go and say, Come ye, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah 4:1-5 (King James Version): But in the last days it shall come to pass, that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established in the top of the mountains, and it shall be exalted above the hills; and people shall flow unto it. And many nations shall come, and say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken it. For all people will walk every one in the name of his god, and we will walk in the name of the Lord our God for ever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5463217239829370245?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5463217239829370245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5463217239829370245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5463217239829370245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5463217239829370245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-days-recorded-in-tanakh.html' title='End of Days recorded in the Tanakh:'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7zyjxz7wS0/Tg2VVuYQxvI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/C0ArjQHMWrE/s72-c/End%2Bof%2BDays.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3345523759849846236</id><published>2011-06-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:46:46.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crusades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkq7nqITiR8/Tg01DF3QhdI/AAAAAAAAF2I/50dUFgAJvRc/s1600/The%2BCrusades.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkq7nqITiR8/Tg01DF3QhdI/AAAAAAAAF2I/50dUFgAJvRc/s200/The%2BCrusades.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624209836885444050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1095 an assembly of churchmen called by Pope Urban II met at Clermont, France. Messengers from the Byzantine Emperor Alexius Comnenus had urged the pope to send help against the armies of Muslim Turks. On November 27 the pope addressed the assembly and asked the warriors of Europe to liberate the Holy Land from the Muslims. The response of the assembly was overwhelmingly favorable. Thus was launched the first and most successful of at least eight crusades against the Muslim caliphates of the Near East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "God wills it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the battle cry of the thousands of Christians who joined crusades to free the Holy Land from the Muslims.  From 1096 to 1270 there were eight major crusades and two children's crusades, both in the year 1212. Only the First and Third Crusades were successful. In the long history of the Crusades, thousands of knights, soldiers, merchants, and peasants lost their lives on the march or in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1095: Beginning of the Crusades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1095 an assembly of churchmen called by Pope Urban II met at Clermont, France. Messengers from the Byzantine Emperor Alexius Comnenus had urged the pope to send help against the armies of Muslim Turks. On November 27 the pope addressed the assembly and asked the warriors of Europe to liberate the Holy Land from the Muslims. The response of the assembly was overwhelmingly favorable. Thus was launched the first and most successful of at least eight crusades against the Muslim caliphates of the Near East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "crusade" literally means "going to the Cross." Hence the idea at the time was to urge Christian warriors to go to Palestine and free Jerusalem and other holy places from Muslim domination. The first crusade was a grand success for the Christian armies; Jerusalem and other cities fell to the knights. The second crusade, however, ended in humiliation in 1148, when the armies of France and Germany failed to take Damascus. The third ended in 1192 in a compromise between English king Richard the Lion-Hearted of England and the Muslim leader Saladin, who granted access to Christians to the holy places. The fourth crusade led to the sacking of Constantinople, where a Latin Kingdom of Byzantium was set up in 1204 and lasted for about 60 years. The Children's Crusade of 1212 ended with thousands of children being sold into slavery, lost, or killed. Other less disastrous but equally futile crusades occurred until nearly the end of the 13th century. The last Latin outpost in the Muslim world fell in 1291.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historians have viewed the Crusades as a mixture of benefits and horrors. On one hand, there was a new knowledge of the East and the possibilities of trade to be found there, not to mention the spread of Christianity. On the other hand, Christianity was spread in a violent, militaristic manner, and the result was that new areas of possible trade turned into new areas of conquest and bloodshed. A number of non-Christians lost their lives to Christian armies in this era, and this trend would continue in the inquisitions of the coming centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusades were a series of wars by Western European Christians to recapture the Holy Land from the Muslims. The Crusades began in 1095 and ended in the mid- or late 13th century. The term Crusade was originally applied solely to European efforts to retake from the Muslims the city of Jerusalem, which was sacred to Christians as the site of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. It was later used to designate any military effort by Europeans against non-Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusaders carved out feudal states in the Near East. Thus the Crusades are an important early part of the story of European expansion and colonialism. They mark the first time Western Christendom undertook a military initiative far from home, the first time significant numbers left to carry their culture and religion abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the campaigns in the East, the Crusading movement includes other wars against Muslims, pagans, and dissident Christians and the general expansion of Christian Europe. In a broad sense the Crusades were an expression of militant Christianity and European expansion. They combined religious interests with secular and military enterprises. Christians learned to live in different cultures, which they learned and absorbed; they also imposed something of their own characteristics on these cultures. The Crusades strongly affected the imagination and aspirations of people at the time, and to this day they are among the most famous chapters of medieval history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINS OF THE CRUSADES  &lt;br /&gt;After the death of Charlemagne, king of the Franks, in 814 and the subsequent collapse of his empire, Christian Europe was under attack and on the defensive. Magyars, nomadic people from Asia, pillaged eastern and central Europe until the 10th century. Beginning about 800, several centuries of Viking raids disrupted life in northern Europe and even threatened Mediterranean cities. But the greatest threat came from the forces of Islam, militant and victorious in the centuries following the death of their leader, Muhammad, in 632. By the 8th century, Islamic forces had conquered North Africa, the eastern shores of the Mediterranean, and most of Spain. Islamic armies established bases in Italy, greatly reduced the size and power of the Byzantine Empire (the Eastern Roman Empire) and besieged its capital, Constantinople. The Byzantine Empire, which had preserved much of the classical civilization of the Greeks and had defended the eastern Mediterranean from assaults from all sides, was barely able to hold off the enemy. Islam posed the threat of a rival culture and religion, which neither the Vikings nor the Magyars had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 11th century the balance of power began to swing toward the West. The church became more centralized and stronger from a reform movement to end the practice whereby kings installed important clergy, such as bishops, in office.  Thus for the first time in many years, the popes were able to effectively unite European popular support behind them, a factor that contributed greatly to the popular appeal of the first Crusades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, Europe’s population was growing, its urban life was beginning to revive, and both long distance and local trade were gradually increasing. European human and economic resources could now support new enterprises on the scale of the Crusades. A growing population and more surplus wealth also meant greater demand for goods from elsewhere. European traders had always looked to the Mediterranean; now they sought greater control of the goods, routes, and profits. Thus worldly interests coincided with religious feelings about the Holy Land and the pope’s newfound ability to mobilize and focus a great enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CRUSADE  &lt;br /&gt;It was against this background that Pope Urban II, in a speech at Clermont in France in November 1095, called for a great Christian expedition to free Jerusalem from the Seljuk Turks, a new Muslim power that had recently begun actively harassing peaceful Christian pilgrims traveling to Jerusalem. The pope was spurred by his position as the spiritual head of Western Europe, by the temporary absence of strong rulers in Germany (the Holy Roman Empire) or France who could either oppose or take over the effort, and by a call for help from the Byzantine emperor, Alexius I. These various factors were genuine causes, and at the same time, useful justifications for the pope’s call for a Crusade. In any case, Urban’s speech—well reported in several chronicles—appealed to thousands of people of all classes. It was the right message at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Crusade was successful in its explicit aim of freeing Jerusalem. It also established a Western Christian military presence in the Near East that lasted for almost 200 years. The Crusaders called this area Outremer, French for "beyond the seas." The First Crusade was the wonder of its day. It attracted no European kings and few major nobles, drawing mainly lesser barons and their followers. They came primarily from the lands of French culture and language, which is why Westerners in Outremer were referred to as Franks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusaders faced many obstacles. They had no obvious or widely accepted leader, no consensus about relations with the churchmen who went with them, no definition of the pope’s role, and no agreement with the Byzantine emperor on whether they were his allies, servants, rivals, or perhaps enemies. These uncertainties divided the Crusaders into factions that did not always get along well with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different leaders followed different routes to Constantinople, where they were all to meet. The contingents of Robert of Flanders and Bohemond of Taranto went by sea via Italy, while the other major groups, those of Godfrey of Bouillon and Raymond of Toulouse, took the land route around the Adriatic Sea. As the Crusaders marched east, they were joined by thousands of men and even women, ranging from petty knights and their families, to peasants seeking freedom from their ties to the manor. A vast miscellany of people with all sorts of motives and contributions joined the march. They followed local lords or well-known nobles or drifted eastward on their own, walking to a port town and then sailing to Constantinople. Few knew what to expect. They knew little about the Byzantine Empire or its religion, Eastern Orthodox Christianity. Few Crusaders understood or had much sympathy for the Eastern Orthodox religion, which did not recognize the pope, used the Greek language rather than Latin, and had very different forms of art and architecture. They knew even less about Islam or Muslim life. For some the First Crusade became an excuse to unleash savage attacks in the name of Christianity on Jewish communities along the Rhine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders met at Constantinople and chose to cross on foot the inhospitable and dangerous landscape of what is now Turkey, rather than going by sea. Somehow, despite this questionable decision, the original forces of perhaps 25,000 to 30,000 still survived in sufficient numbers to overcome the Muslim states and principalities of what are now Syria, Lebanon, and Israel. Like Western Christendom, Islam was disunited. Its rulers failed to anticipate the effectiveness of the enemy. In addition, the Franks, as the attacking force, had at least a temporary advantage. They exploited this, taking the key city of Antioch in June 1098, under the lead of Bohemond of Taranto. Then, despite their divisions and factionalism, they moved on to Jerusalem. The siege of Jerusalem culminated in a bloody and destructive Christian victory in July 1099, in which many of the inhabitants were massacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With victory came new problems. Many Crusaders saw the taking of Jerusalem as the goal; they were ready to go home. Others, especially minor nobles and younger sons of powerful noble families, saw the next step as the creation of a permanent Christian presence in the Holy Land. They looked to build feudal states like those of the West. They hoped to transplant their military culture and to carve out fortunes on the new frontier. Though the Crusaders were more intolerant than understanding of Eastern life, they recognized its riches. They also saw such states as the way to protect the routes to the Holy Land and its Christian sites. The result was the establishment of the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem, first under Godfrey of Bouillon, who took the title of Defender of the Holy Sepulchre, and then under his brother Baldwin, who ruled as king. In addition to the Latin Kingdom, which was centered on Jerusalem, three other Crusader states were founded: the County of Tripoli, in modern Lebanon; the Principality of Antioch, in modern Syria; and the County of Edessa, in modern northern Syria and southern Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSADES OF THE 12TH CENTURY  &lt;br /&gt;The Crusades of the 12th century, through the end of the Third Crusade in 1192, illustrate the tensions and problems that plagued the enterprise as a whole. For the lords of Outremer a compromise with the residents and Muslim powers made sense; they could not live in constant warfare. And yet as European transplants they depended on soldiers and resources from the West, which were usually only forthcoming in times of open conflict. Furthermore, rivalries at home were translated into factional quarrels in Outremer that limited any common policy among the states. Nor was the situation helped by the arrival of European princes and their followers, as happened when the Second and Third Crusades came East; European tensions and jealousies proved just as divisive in the East as they had been at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little reason to think that colonization had been anticipated or encouraged by the pope, let alone by the Byzantine emperor; however, it seems a logical consequence of the Crusade’s success. Frankish nobles maintained links with their families at home, and they built lives and careers that spanned the Mediterranean. Moreover, in town and countryside, daily life in the region did not alter greatly; one military master was much like another. Christian lords had no plan for mass conversion of the natives or for any systematic mistreatment comparable to modern genocide or enforced migration. They wanted to maintain their privileged position and to enjoy the lives of European nobles in a new setting. As they settled in, they gradually lost interest in any papal efforts at raising new military expeditions. Nor did they ever reach any real compromise with the Byzantine emperor regarding reconquered territory that had once been his. Although the two groups of Christians had a common enemy, this was not a sufficient motive for cooperation between worlds with so little mutual regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rulers of Muslim states a concerted military effort was imperative. The Franks were an affront to religious as well as to political and economic interests. The combination of zeal and luck that had enabled the Crusaders to triumph in 1099 evaporated in the face of such realities as the need to recruit and maintain soldiers who were loyal and effective. Islamic rulers turned almost at once to the offensive, though a major blow to Christian power did not come until 1144, when the Muslims recaptured Edessa, on the Euphrates River. The city of Edessa had guarded the back door of the Frankish holdings, which were mostly near the coast. This loss marked the beginning of the end of a viable Christian military bastion against Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of the fall of Edessa reverberated throughout Europe, and the Second Crusade was called by Pope Eugenius III. Though the enthusiasm of 1095 was never again matched, a number of major figures joined the Second Crusade, including Holy Roman Emperor Conrad III and France’s King Louis VII. Conrad made the mistake of choosing the land route from Constantinople to the Holy Land and his army was decimated at Dorylaeum in Asia Minor. The French army was more fortunate, but it also suffered serious casualties during the journey, and only part of the original force reached Jerusalem in 1148. In consultation with King Baldwin III of Jerusalem and his nobles, the Crusaders decided to attack Damascus in July. The expedition failed to take the city, and shortly after the collapse of this attack, the French king and the remains of his army returned home. The Second Crusade resulted in many Western casualties and no gains of value in Outremer. In fact the only military gains during this period were made in what is now Portugal, where English troops, which had turned aside from the Second Crusade, helped free the city of Lisbon from the Moors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the failure of the Second Crusade, it was not easy to see where future developments would lead. In the 1120s and 1130s the Military Religious Orders had been created to further the Crusading ideal by combining spirituality with the martial ideas of knighthood and chivalry. Men who joined the orders took vows of chastity and obedience patterned after those of monasticism. At the same time they were professional soldiers, willing to spend long periods in the East. The most famous were the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem, called Hospitalers, and the Poor Knights of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, called Templars. These groups sent men to Outremer to protect Christian pilgrims and settlements in the east. This meant that the rulers in Outremer did not have to depend only on the huge but wayward armies led by princes. These orders of Crusading knights tried to mediate between the Church’s concerns and the more worldly interests of princes who saw the East as an extension of their own ambitions and dynastic policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Second Crusade these orders began steadily to gain popularity and support. As they attracted men and wealth, and as the Crusading movement became part of the extended politics of Western Europe, the orders themselves became players in European politics. They established chapters throughout the West, both as recruiting bases and as a means to funnel money to the East; they built and fortified great castles; they sat on the councils of princes; and they too became rich and entrenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years between the failure of the Second Crusade and 1170, when the Muslim prince Saladin came to power in Egypt, the Latin States were on the defensive but were able to maintain themselves. But in 1187 Saladin inflicted a major defeat on a combined army at Hattin and subsequently took Jerusalem. The situation had become dire. In response to the Church’s call for a new, major Crusade, three Western rulers undertook to lead their forces in person. These were Richard I, the Lion-Hearted of England, Philip II of France, and Frederick I, called Frederick Barbarossa, the Holy Roman Emperor. Known as the Third Crusade, it has become perhaps the most famous of all Crusades other than the First Crusade, though its role in legend and literature greatly outweighs its success or value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three rulers were rivals. Richard and Philip had long been in conflict over the English holdings in France. Though English kings had inherited great fiefs in France, their homage to the French king was a constant source of trouble. Frederick Barbarossa, old and famous, died in 1189 on the way to the Holy Land, and most of his armies returned to Germany following his death. Philip II had been spurred into taking up the Crusade by a need to match his rivals, and he returned home in 1191 with little concern for Eastern glories. But Richard, a great soldier, was very much in his element. He saw an opportunity to campaign in the field, to establish links with the local nobility, and to speak as the voice of the Crusader states. Though he gained much glory, the Crusaders were unable to recapture Jerusalem or much of the former territory of the Latin Kingdom. They did succeed, however, in wrestling from Saladin control of a chain of cities along the Mediterranean coast. By October 1192, when Richard finally left the Holy Land, the Latin Kingdom had been reconstituted. Smaller than the original kingdom and considerably weaker militarily and economically, the second kingdom lasted precariously for another century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSADES OF THE 13TH CENTURY  &lt;br /&gt;After the disappointments of the Third Crusade, Western forces would never again threaten the real bases of Muslim power. From that point on, they were only able to gain access to Jerusalem through diplomacy, not arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1199 Innocent III called for another Crusade to recapture Jerusalem. In preparation for this Crusade, the ruler of Venice agreed to transport French and Flemish Crusaders to the Holy Land. However, the Crusaders never fought the Muslims. Unable to pay the Venetians the amount agreed upon, they were forced to bargain with the Venetians. They agreed to take part in an attack on one of the Venetians’ rivals, Zara, a trading port on the Adriatic Sea, in the nearby Kingdom of Hungary. When Innocent III learned of the expedition, he excommunicated the participants, but the combined force captured Zara in 1202. The Venetians then persuaded the Crusaders to attack the Byzantine capital of Constantinople, which fell on April 13, 1204. For three days the Crusaders sacked the city. Subsequently the Venetians gained a monopoly on Byzantine trade. The Latin Empire of Constantinople was established, which lasted until the recapture of Constantinople by the Byzantine emperor in 1261. In addition, several new Crusader states sprang up in Greece and along the Black Sea. The Fourth Crusade did not even threaten the Muslim powers. Trade and commerce had triumphed, as Venice had hoped, but at the cost of irreparably widening the rift between the Eastern and Western churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusades after the Fourth were not mass movements. They were military enterprises led by rulers moved by personal motives. Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II vowed to lead a Crusade in 1215, but for domestic political reasons postponed his departure. Under pressure from Pope Gregory IX, Frederick and his army finally sailed from Italy in August 1227, but returned to port within a few days because Frederick had fallen ill. The pope, outraged at this further delay, promptly excommunicated the emperor. Undaunted, Frederick embarked for the Holy Land in June 1228. There he conducted his unconventional Crusade almost entirely by diplomatic negotiations with the Egyptian sultan. These negotiations produced a peace treaty by which the Egyptians restored Jerusalem to the Crusaders and guaranteed a ten-year respite from hostilities. However, Frederick was ridiculed in Europe for using diplomacy rather than the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1248 Louis IX, Saint Louis of France, decided that his obligations as a son of the Church outweighed those of his throne, and he left his kingdom for a six-year adventure. Since the base of Muslim power had shifted to Egypt, Louis did not even march on the Holy Land; any war against Islam now fit the definition of a Crusade. Louis and his followers landed in Egypt on June 5, 1249, and the following day captured Damietta. The next phase of their campaign, an attack on Cairo in the spring of 1250, proved to be a catastrophe. The Crusaders failed to guard their flanks, and as a result the Egyptians retained control over the water reservoirs along the Nile. By opening the sluice gates, they created floods that trapped the whole Crusading army, and Louis was forced to surrender in April 1250. After paying an enormous ransom and surrendering Damietta, Louis sailed to Palestine, where he spent four years building fortifications and strengthening the defenses of the Latin Kingdom. In the spring of 1254 he and his army returned to France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Louis also organized the last major Crusade, in 1270. This time the response of the French nobility was unenthusiastic, and the expedition was directed against the city of Tunis rather than Egypt. It ended abruptly when Louis died in Tunisia during the summer of 1270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of the Crusader states, after the mid-13th century, is a sad and short one. Though popes, some zealous princes—including Edward I of England—and various religious and political thinkers continued to call for a Crusade to unite the warring armies of Europe and to deliver a smashing blow to Islam, later efforts were too small and too sporadic to do more than buy time for the Crusader states. With the fall of ‘Akko (Acre) in 1291, the last stronghold on the mainland was lost, though the military religious orders kept garrisons on Cyprus and Rhodes for some centuries. However, the Crusading impulse was not dead. As late as 1396 a large expedition against the Ottoman Turks in the Balkans, summoned by Sigismund of Hungary, drew knights from all over the West. But a crushing defeat at Nicopolis (Nikopol) on the Danube River also showed that the appeal of these ventures far outstripped the political and military support needed for their success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER CRUSADES  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expeditions to Outremer are thought of as the Crusades. Military-Christian enterprises and expeditions elsewhere are easily branded as misdirected or perverted Crusades, but there is really no significant difference between them. Medieval Christendom perceived itself as having a right or duty to expand, to convert and dominate Muslims and pagans, and to bring dissident Christians back to the fold. When English forces helped take Lisbon from the Moors in 1147, they were carrying out what seemed the true purpose of a Crusade. This was also true for German soldiers under the banner of the Teutonic Knights when they imposed Christianity on the pagans of eastern Germany and the Baltic in the 12th and 13th centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Crusades had become the militant arm of Christian society, it seemed only logical to launch the Albigensian Crusade (see Albigenses). This was a war fought by the French kings and their vassals against heretics in the south of France from around 1210 to 1229. This use of the Crusading banner seems a hypocritical smoke screen, as the French knights took the lands of their enemies, savaged by the people, and became the new feudal lords. But the distinction between what happened in France, in Jerusalem, or in Rîga in the Baltic was one of place and time, not of essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As late as the 15th century, this extension of the Crusading ideal to areas outside the Holy Land was a powerful force when directed against a specific opponent. When national feeling and the adoption of religious ideas later associated with the Protestants made Bohemia a threat to European stability, at least in the eyes of the Holy Roman Empire and the pope, a Crusade was declared against Hussites, who were named for John Hus, their first leader. Some decried this as a false Crusade, saying that greed was being sanctified by ecclesiastical banners. But most of Europe endorsed the brutal warfare and the reimposition of Catholicism. This was, in their eyes, a Crusade for Christ’s church and people, as valid as any of the expeditions to the Holy Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSEQUENCES AND CONCLUSION  &lt;br /&gt;When judged by narrow military standards, the Crusades were a failure. What was gained so quickly was slowly but steadily lost. On the other hand, to hold territory under a Christian banner so far from home, given the contemporary conditions of transport and communication, was impressive. The taking of Constantinople during the Fourth Crusade had been just short of fatal to the Byzantine Empire, and it cast a blemish on the movement in the West, where there were critics of the whole concept of armed Crusades. While Constantinople was not taken by the Turks until 1453, the Byzantine Empire after the Fourth Crusade was but a shell of its former self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years, scholars were inclined to give the Crusades credit for making Western Europe more cosmopolitan. They believed the Crusades had brought Western Europe higher standards of Eastern medicine and learning, Greek and Muslim culture, and such luxuries as silks, spices, and oranges. Extreme statements of this view held that the Crusades brought Europe out of the provincialism of the Dark Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars no longer accept this assessment. It is too simple. It ignores the larger trends of population growth, expanding trade, and the exchange of ideas and cultures that existed long before 1095. These trends would have encouraged East-West exchange without military expeditions or the taking of Jerusalem. The Crusades, while an exciting and integral part of the Middle Ages, merely served to hasten changes that were inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important effect of the Crusades was economic. The Italian cities prospered from the transport of Crusaders and replaced Byzantines and Muslims as merchant-traders in the Mediterranean. Trade passed through Italian hands to Western Europe at a handsome profit. This commercial power became the economic base of the Italian Renaissance. It also provoked such Atlantic powers as Spain and Portugal to seek trade routes to India and China. Their efforts, through such explorers as Vasco da Gama and Christopher Columbus, helped to open most of the world to European trade dominance and colonization and to shift the center of commercial activity from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusades: Crescent and the Cross. Full version: pt 1 of 2&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqK-RuntywY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusades: Crescent and the Cross. Full version: pt 2 of 2&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pOPz5xPFTo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3345523759849846236?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3345523759849846236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3345523759849846236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3345523759849846236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3345523759849846236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/crusades.html' title='The Crusades'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkq7nqITiR8/Tg01DF3QhdI/AAAAAAAAF2I/50dUFgAJvRc/s72-c/The%2BCrusades.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3062514565122026826</id><published>2011-06-30T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:56:26.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ha_DPhXh5Qg/Tg0bMG8hNEI/AAAAAAAAF2A/HihRQ5ahp60/s1600/Edgar%2BAllan%2BPoe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ha_DPhXh5Qg/Tg0bMG8hNEI/AAAAAAAAF2A/HihRQ5ahp60/s200/Edgar%2BAllan%2BPoe.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624181404492444738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,&lt;br /&gt;Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,&lt;br /&gt;While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,&lt;br /&gt;As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.&lt;br /&gt;`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Only this, and nothing more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,&lt;br /&gt;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow&lt;br /&gt;From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;Nameless here for evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;&lt;br /&gt;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating&lt;br /&gt;`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -&lt;br /&gt;This it is, and nothing more,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,&lt;br /&gt;`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,&lt;br /&gt;And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,&lt;br /&gt;That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -&lt;br /&gt;Darkness there, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,&lt;br /&gt;Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;&lt;br /&gt;But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,&lt;br /&gt;And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'&lt;br /&gt;This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'&lt;br /&gt;Merely this and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,&lt;br /&gt;Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.&lt;br /&gt;`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the wind and nothing more!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,&lt;br /&gt;In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.&lt;br /&gt;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;&lt;br /&gt;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Perched, and sat, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,&lt;br /&gt;By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,&lt;br /&gt;`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.&lt;br /&gt;Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,&lt;br /&gt;Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;&lt;br /&gt;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being&lt;br /&gt;Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,&lt;br /&gt;With such name as `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,&lt;br /&gt;That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -&lt;br /&gt;Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -&lt;br /&gt;On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'&lt;br /&gt;Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,&lt;br /&gt;`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,&lt;br /&gt;Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster&lt;br /&gt;Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -&lt;br /&gt;Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore&lt;br /&gt;Of "Never-nevermore."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;&lt;br /&gt;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking&lt;br /&gt;Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -&lt;br /&gt;What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore&lt;br /&gt;Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing&lt;br /&gt;To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;&lt;br /&gt;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining&lt;br /&gt;On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,&lt;br /&gt;But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,&lt;br /&gt;She shall press, ah, nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer&lt;br /&gt;Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.&lt;br /&gt;`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee&lt;br /&gt;Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!&lt;br /&gt;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -&lt;br /&gt;Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,&lt;br /&gt;Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -&lt;br /&gt;On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -&lt;br /&gt;Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!&lt;br /&gt;By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -&lt;br /&gt;Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,&lt;br /&gt;It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -&lt;br /&gt;`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!&lt;br /&gt;Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!&lt;br /&gt;Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!&lt;br /&gt;Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting&lt;br /&gt;On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;&lt;br /&gt;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shall be lifted - nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe [First published in 1845]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jy2UbwPxMZA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3062514565122026826?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3062514565122026826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3062514565122026826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3062514565122026826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3062514565122026826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/raven.html' title='The Raven'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ha_DPhXh5Qg/Tg0bMG8hNEI/AAAAAAAAF2A/HihRQ5ahp60/s72-c/Edgar%2BAllan%2BPoe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-860293533005062075</id><published>2011-06-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:18:25.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 14:12-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxLExtqfoKk/TgzoFttOjKI/AAAAAAAAF14/Up_j8twuxpQ/s1600/Isaiah%2B14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxLExtqfoKk/TgzoFttOjKI/AAAAAAAAF14/Up_j8twuxpQ/s200/Isaiah%2B14.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624125219545189538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12How you have fallen from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O morning star, son of the dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been cast down to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who once laid low the nations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13You said in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will ascend to heaven;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will raise my throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the stars of God;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14I will ascend above the tops of the clouds;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make myself like the Most High.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15But you are brought down to the grave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the depths of the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, because of Lucifer's rebellion, this once beautiful angelic being, who exalted himself above God, was cast out of heaven, along with his followers, to roam the earth. But, fear not, Jesus came that we might have victory over the works of Satan and his followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shackles of The Moirai &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D11jMa02v1Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-860293533005062075?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/860293533005062075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=860293533005062075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/860293533005062075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/860293533005062075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/isaiah-1412-15.html' title='Isaiah 14:12-15'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxLExtqfoKk/TgzoFttOjKI/AAAAAAAAF14/Up_j8twuxpQ/s72-c/Isaiah%2B14.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8021057737991644913</id><published>2011-06-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:28:11.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss From A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIZtC_yWxLQ/TgzcVIqhutI/AAAAAAAAF1w/RbaKIijCt0k/s1600/Kiss%2BFrom%2BA%2BRose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIZtC_yWxLQ/TgzcVIqhutI/AAAAAAAAF1w/RbaKIijCt0k/s200/Kiss%2BFrom%2BA%2BRose.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624112290340125394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDLSlg78gFU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8021057737991644913?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8021057737991644913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8021057737991644913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8021057737991644913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8021057737991644913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-from-rose.html' title='Kiss From A Rose'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIZtC_yWxLQ/TgzcVIqhutI/AAAAAAAAF1w/RbaKIijCt0k/s72-c/Kiss%2BFrom%2BA%2BRose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-141651322223959914</id><published>2011-06-30T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:13:06.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shadow of your own self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfXqqgzhw8/TgygjYCCBeI/AAAAAAAAF1o/Ss_9Snf--eA/s1600/11%2Bo%2527clock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfXqqgzhw8/TgygjYCCBeI/AAAAAAAAF1o/Ss_9Snf--eA/s200/11%2Bo%2527clock.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624046564285744610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now you sinner&lt;br /&gt;you run for a better world&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you'd leave her&lt;br /&gt;despite all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny that you once tried to mend&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances now out of hand&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny your life's a living hell&lt;br /&gt;you're a shadow of your own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now you sinner&lt;br /&gt;still lost in your secret world&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now you've seen her&lt;br /&gt;you know how she hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny that you will understand &lt;br /&gt;the circumstances of pain at hand&lt;br /&gt;And don't assert that we will both survive&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take more of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your arms out for the fire&lt;br /&gt;for another dark desire&lt;br /&gt;In the fields you burn with loss again&lt;br /&gt;as you dream your life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say: would you never walk away&lt;br /&gt;on the break of a coming day&lt;br /&gt;Would you end this line with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to waste away what we've ever been?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come along with me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to lay to rest our insanity?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to cope for the unreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tQppyQeBo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-141651322223959914?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/141651322223959914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=141651322223959914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/141651322223959914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/141651322223959914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/shadow-of-your-own-self.html' title='A shadow of your own self'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfXqqgzhw8/TgygjYCCBeI/AAAAAAAAF1o/Ss_9Snf--eA/s72-c/11%2Bo%2527clock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7268044229889090920</id><published>2011-06-30T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:02:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Innocence  (King James Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39yUHK5-JA4/TgxxRWI-o_I/AAAAAAAAF1g/ZpCnGfSg1zg/s1600/end%2Bof%2Binnocence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39yUHK5-JA4/TgxxRWI-o_I/AAAAAAAAF1g/ZpCnGfSg1zg/s200/end%2Bof%2Binnocence.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623994577493861362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 14:13 For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 14:14 I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 14:15 Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 12:9-12 9And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cr 4:3   But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cr 4:4   In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 8:44 44Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 4:6-8 6 And the devil said unto him, All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it. 7 If thou therefore wilt worship me , all shall be thine. 8 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Get thee behind me, Satan: for it is written , Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:8 8Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 2:12 And to the angel of the church in Pergamos write; These things saith he which hath the sharp sword with two edges;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 2:13   I know thy works, and where thou dwellest, [even] where Satan's seat [is]: and thou holdest fast my name, and hast not denied my faith, even in those days wherein Antipas [was] my faithful martyr, who was slain among you, where Satan dwelleth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 13:3-4 And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.&lt;br /&gt;And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:11-12&lt;br /&gt; 11Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. &lt;br /&gt; 12For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 12:9 &lt;br /&gt;9And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 22:36-38 &lt;br /&gt;36Master, which is the great commandment in the law? &lt;br /&gt; 37Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. &lt;br /&gt; 38This is the first and great commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 19:11-15, 19-21&lt;br /&gt;11And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. &lt;br /&gt; 12His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. &lt;br /&gt; 13And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. &lt;br /&gt; 14And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. &lt;br /&gt; 15And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt; 19And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army. &lt;br /&gt; 20And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. &lt;br /&gt; 21And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which [sword] proceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 20:10 &lt;br /&gt;10And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer &amp; The New World Order Part 1 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXf9j8BqtkQ&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer &amp; The New World Order Part 2 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdumpcPeLwg&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer &amp; The New World Order Part 3 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPvS6vTFl-w&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer &amp; The New World Order Part 4&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRSNngvy1Ys&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7268044229889090920?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7268044229889090920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7268044229889090920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7268044229889090920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7268044229889090920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-innocence-king-james-version.html' title='End of Innocence  (King James Version)'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39yUHK5-JA4/TgxxRWI-o_I/AAAAAAAAF1g/ZpCnGfSg1zg/s72-c/end%2Bof%2Binnocence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1865454745668628696</id><published>2011-06-29T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:12:11.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ng4db5KoQlo/TgvphcwHKFI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/NqFej8Pvuxw/s1600/The%2BBoys%2BOf%2BSummer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ng4db5KoQlo/TgvphcwHKFI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/NqFej8Pvuxw/s200/The%2BBoys%2BOf%2BSummer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623845320565139538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody on the road&lt;br /&gt;nobody on the beach&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air &lt;br /&gt;the summer's out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Empty lake, empty streets, &lt;br /&gt;the sun goes down alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin' by your house&lt;br /&gt;Though I know you're not home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun &lt;br /&gt;You got your hair combed back and your &lt;br /&gt;sunglasses on, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong &lt;br /&gt;after the boys of summer have gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget those nights &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it was a dream &lt;br /&gt;Remember how you made me crazy? &lt;br /&gt;Remember how I made you scream? &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;what's happened to our love, &lt;br /&gt;But babe I'm gonna get you back &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you what I'm made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun &lt;br /&gt;I see you walkin' real slow and you're &lt;br /&gt;smilin' at everyone &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you my love for you will still be strong &lt;br /&gt;after the boys of summer have gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the road today&lt;br /&gt;I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac &lt;br /&gt;A little voice inside my head said, &lt;br /&gt;"Don't look back. You can never look back." &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what love was, &lt;br /&gt;what did I know? &lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone forever &lt;br /&gt;I should just let them go but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun &lt;br /&gt;You got that top pulled down and that &lt;br /&gt;radio on baby &lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong &lt;br /&gt;after the boys of summer have gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you &lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun &lt;br /&gt;You got that hair slicked back and those &lt;br /&gt;wayfarers on, baby &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you my love for you will still be strong &lt;br /&gt;after the boys of summer have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsqcDXizFmE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1865454745668628696?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1865454745668628696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1865454745668628696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1865454745668628696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1865454745668628696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/boys-of-summer.html' title='The Boys Of Summer'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ng4db5KoQlo/TgvphcwHKFI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/NqFej8Pvuxw/s72-c/The%2BBoys%2BOf%2BSummer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8713833339619084572</id><published>2011-06-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:16:20.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9wTNpmjrKc/TgujeJeQFII/AAAAAAAAF1Q/OF-aAmvtA94/s1600/The%2BHarlot%2Band%2Bthe%2BBride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9wTNpmjrKc/TgujeJeQFII/AAAAAAAAF1Q/OF-aAmvtA94/s200/The%2BHarlot%2Band%2Bthe%2BBride.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623768298036401282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with one thing &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind &lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme &lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time &lt;br /&gt;All I know &lt;br /&gt;Time is a valuable thing &lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings &lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day &lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away &lt;br /&gt;It's so unreal &lt;br /&gt;Didn't look out below &lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window &lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on, but didn't even know &lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to watch you go &lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart &lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard &lt;br /&gt;And got so far &lt;br /&gt;But in the end &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter &lt;br /&gt;I had to fall &lt;br /&gt;To lose it all &lt;br /&gt;But in the end &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind &lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme, to explain in due time &lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard &lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me &lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property &lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me &lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised it got so (far) &lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the way they were before &lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore &lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then &lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me (in the end) &lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart &lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve put my trust in you &lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go &lt;br /&gt;And for all this &lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yw1Tgj9-VU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8713833339619084572?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8713833339619084572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8713833339619084572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8713833339619084572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8713833339619084572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9wTNpmjrKc/TgujeJeQFII/AAAAAAAAF1Q/OF-aAmvtA94/s72-c/The%2BHarlot%2Band%2Bthe%2BBride.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6563095533234198227</id><published>2011-06-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:15:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Of The Damned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklp9fIAkf0/Tgt5FpkREEI/AAAAAAAAF1A/g2YdvuXccY4/s1600/Red.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklp9fIAkf0/Tgt5FpkREEI/AAAAAAAAF1A/g2YdvuXccY4/s200/Red.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623721697666469954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled far to reach this destination&lt;br /&gt;So many fights to get redintegration&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in this land that's been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;It's god damned hot and the air u breathe is rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where the dragon rules the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's where you wake up just to die&lt;br /&gt;Where the river flows with sand&lt;br /&gt;In the kingdom of the damned&lt;br /&gt;If you can't cope with the pain you will surely go insane&lt;br /&gt;In this God forsaken land&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of the damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead, it's not a living thing in sight&lt;br /&gt;My skin is bunrning hot, in this supernatural sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not superstitious because I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;I will complete my mission for my lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home!&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to fullfill my given task&lt;br /&gt;And give life to my lord - To my king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uja8-Llisy0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6563095533234198227?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6563095533234198227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6563095533234198227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6563095533234198227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6563095533234198227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/kingdom-of-damned.html' title='Kingdom Of The Damned'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklp9fIAkf0/Tgt5FpkREEI/AAAAAAAAF1A/g2YdvuXccY4/s72-c/Red.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3634660125740886294</id><published>2011-06-29T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:53:06.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first four seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlBStQcp5MQ/Tgt0elC73uI/AAAAAAAAF04/XPVju5JXxiI/s1600/a%2Bpale%2Bhorse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlBStQcp5MQ/Tgt0elC73uI/AAAAAAAAF04/XPVju5JXxiI/s200/a%2Bpale%2Bhorse.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623716628391517922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First seal : &lt;br /&gt;(2) I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second seal:&lt;br /&gt;(4) Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. &lt;br /&gt;To him was given a large sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third seal:&lt;br /&gt;(5) and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. (6) Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth seal :&lt;br /&gt;(8) I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;(Rev 6:1-8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3634660125740886294?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3634660125740886294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3634660125740886294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3634660125740886294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3634660125740886294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-four-seals.html' title='the first four seals'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlBStQcp5MQ/Tgt0elC73uI/AAAAAAAAF04/XPVju5JXxiI/s72-c/a%2Bpale%2Bhorse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6994639544906554484</id><published>2011-06-29T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:34:06.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEf0qoF_760/Tgth82i6mLI/AAAAAAAAF0w/boUs_-M5_mI/s1600/White.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEf0qoF_760/Tgth82i6mLI/AAAAAAAAF0w/boUs_-M5_mI/s200/White.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623696257764202674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Johansson / Lindstedt / Nordlund]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail away on a ship across the sea&lt;br /&gt;Sail away to the dreams you still believe&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never; never ever find home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong; they all are wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the future virtualized&lt;br /&gt;A vision of doom; no place to run&lt;br /&gt;Fraud, life is a fraud&lt;br /&gt;They are the cult of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us, enemies of sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times to learn about the dark&lt;br /&gt;The end of days I feel; apocalypse revealed&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be the one to break the seventh seal&lt;br /&gt;A study in black; it's the last appeal&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of your cell you might discover&lt;br /&gt;That there's a psychic tower&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of everyone&lt;br /&gt;It's out of our sight, erased the sun&lt;br /&gt;Chains; it still remains&lt;br /&gt;No more invisible trails, God has failed&lt;br /&gt;Buried with his foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale's the faceless driver out of seven mortal lies&lt;br /&gt;My future is surreal; apocalypse revealed&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be the one to break the seventh seal&lt;br /&gt;The final eclipse; it's the last appeal&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom at last&lt;br /&gt;Heathen hearts, you fools must bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo: Nordlund]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling down from your spot in universe&lt;br /&gt;Faded out; after this it won't be worse&lt;br /&gt;But we'll never, never ever&lt;br /&gt;Take that they are wrong, they all are wrong&lt;br /&gt;They are the cult of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us; enemies of sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times&lt;br /&gt;To learn about the dark&lt;br /&gt;The end of days I feel; apocalypse revealed&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be the one to break the seventh seal&lt;br /&gt;A study in black; it's the last appeal&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the river and tomorrow's shore&lt;br /&gt;Travel me through tunnels in the mines of war&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse, the last eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Lead me from temptations from a world of flesh&lt;br /&gt;Mental incarnation; will it stand in the test of time?&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse revealed; apocalypse is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9X1vYubKhQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6994639544906554484?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6994639544906554484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6994639544906554484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6994639544906554484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6994639544906554484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/apocalypse-revealed.html' title='Apocalypse Revealed'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEf0qoF_760/Tgth82i6mLI/AAAAAAAAF0w/boUs_-M5_mI/s72-c/White.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1852474191290857458</id><published>2011-06-29T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:30:08.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Iz61u54WdE/TgtS2cqM-MI/AAAAAAAAF0o/0497-wVSvOk/s1600/4%2BA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Iz61u54WdE/TgtS2cqM-MI/AAAAAAAAF0o/0497-wVSvOk/s200/4%2BA.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623679655061813442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse be unleashed on the Earth in the Great Apocalypse of 2012? They are the forces of man's destruction described in the Christian Bible in chapter six of the Book of Revelation. The four horsemen are traditionally named after the danger they represent: Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Horse&lt;br /&gt;The rider of the white horse is very commonly interpreted to be the Antichrist figure, but such an interpretation ignores much of the imagery presented throughout the Revelation and many cross references of whom the Bible names as being given a crown. For instance, every other time the color white is used in the Revelation, it is always representative of righteousness and holiness, and whenever the author, John, depicts a malevolent force, he consistently shows it as evil (the two beasts of chapter 13, or the scarlet beast and the prostitute of chapter 17). One can easily mis-interpret the white horse as representing something that is righteous and holy. So, it could be mistaken to mean: a righteous or holy force who is able to overcome and gain victory. Also, considering the rider is given a crown, one might conclude that the rider of the white horse is on the side of good. However, it is the Antichrist in disguise, as it is said that the Antichrist would seem pure, and make himself seem righteous and working for peace while actually deceiving mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Horse&lt;br /&gt;The rider of the second horse is generally held to represent War. The red color of his horse represents blood spilled on the battlefield. He carries a greatsword, which represents battle and fighting. The Red Horse is also said to represent the Planet Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 6:4 - "And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Horse&lt;br /&gt;The third horseman, riding the black horse, is called Famine. The black color of the third horse could be a symbol of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 6:5 - 6:6 - “And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pale Horse&lt;br /&gt;The fourth horseman, his colour is sage (on the pale, or sickly horse, which may be the source of the notion of "pestilence" as a separate horseman) is explicitly named Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek word interpreted here as "pale" is elsewhere in the New Testament translated as "paisley." The horse is sometimes translated as "pale," "pale green," or "green." The pale greenish color of the fourth horse could mean fear, sickness, decay, and famine. His horse is thin and weak, instead of strong and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 6:8 - "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1852474191290857458?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1852474191290857458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1852474191290857458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1852474191290857458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1852474191290857458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/four-horsemen-of-apocalypse.html' title='The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Iz61u54WdE/TgtS2cqM-MI/AAAAAAAAF0o/0497-wVSvOk/s72-c/4%2BA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6604582473229013410</id><published>2011-06-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:27:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Apocalypse in Other Biblical Prophecies and Visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkibfGZ5So/TgtBIvScGQI/AAAAAAAAF0g/6oXAMpVKesY/s1600/Ezechiel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkibfGZ5So/TgtBIvScGQI/AAAAAAAAF0g/6oXAMpVKesY/s200/Ezechiel.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623660178090760450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:16 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the princes of the sea shall come down from their thrones, and lay away their robes, and put off their broidered garments: they shall clothe themselves with trembling; they shall sit upon the ground, and shall tremble at every moment, and astonished at thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many that will be astonished in the year of 2012 at the apocalypse when Christ returns, when all the "synagogues of Satan" , and all the riches, commerce, and every part of that filthy religious order will be torn down, and will be no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:17 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they shall take up a lamentation for thee, and say to thee, 'How art thou destroyed, that wast inhabited of seafaring men, the renowned city, which wast strong in the sea, she and her inhabitants, which cause their terror to be on all that haunt it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "Kenites" [Phoenicians] roamed the world in the fifth century B.C., very much the same way they do today. They buy low, and sell high. They have no regard for their fellow man, as they tread through life in their world of theft, deceit, and lies. They will start wars, destroy nations, and murder many, and all for the sake of their profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their day of judgment with God in the 2012 Apocalypse is coming shortly. There will be many tears shed by the world over Tyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shall the isles tremble in the day of thy fall; yea, the isles that are in the sea shall be troubled at thy departure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:19 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thus saith the Lord God; 'When I shall make thee a desolate city, like the cities that are not inhabited; when I shall bring up the deep upon thee, and great waters shall cover thee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tyrus falls, all the coastal cities around the world felt it. When Satan, the Antichrist falls, All the people of the entire earth will know it, and fear. When this comes to pass, The 2012 apocalypse will culminate, then all evil prophets, Princes, and The Anti-Christ are destroyed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:20 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shall bring thee down with them that descend into the pit, with the people of old time, and shall set thee in the low parts of the earth, in places desolate of old, with them that go down to the pit, that thou be not inhabited; and I shall set glory in the land of the living;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it now? God is not only talking about ancient Tyrus, but the Tyrus of todays Southern Lebanon- Hezbollah and the warning of the coming apocalypse in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bring thee down with them that descend into the pit." this refers to Satan being cast into the pit at the sound of the seventh trumpet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 26:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will make thee like the top of a rock: thou shalt be a place to spread nets upon; thou shalt be built no more: for I the Lord have spoken it, saith the Lord God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daniel 9:27&lt;br /&gt;When the Antichrist, the king of Tyrus, stands in the holy place in Jerusalem, and claims himself to be God. This is called the "abomination of desolation" in Daniel 9:27. Then shall Jesus Christ come to earth with His sword, and when Christ's feet touch Mount Zion, the battle will begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 37:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.&lt;br /&gt;9 For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;10 For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.&lt;br /&gt;11 But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6604582473229013410?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6604582473229013410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6604582473229013410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6604582473229013410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6604582473229013410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/2012-apocalypse-in-other-biblical.html' title='2012 Apocalypse in Other Biblical Prophecies and Visions'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkibfGZ5So/TgtBIvScGQI/AAAAAAAAF0g/6oXAMpVKesY/s72-c/Ezechiel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-9142792403403826514</id><published>2011-06-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:32:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spatial Architects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg0Qh75zidE/TgspVccUWpI/AAAAAAAAF0M/R5WBzV8HO90/s1600/Spatial%2BArchitects.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg0Qh75zidE/TgspVccUWpI/AAAAAAAAF0M/R5WBzV8HO90/s200/Spatial%2BArchitects.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623634008091155090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space, their true asylum &lt;br /&gt;The ancient ones they travel on &lt;br /&gt;The architects of our way &lt;br /&gt;In the dark we stay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek is deep inside you &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek just may reveal &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek just may reveal &lt;br /&gt;That things are not what they may seem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you wake up and see? &lt;br /&gt;For our own good they tried to deceive &lt;br /&gt;You must learn to believe &lt;br /&gt;That mankind's blind and trying to see &lt;br /&gt;The architects have left us many signs &lt;br /&gt;But the answers lie in death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate &lt;br /&gt;Predestination &lt;br /&gt;Manifest &lt;br /&gt;Manipulate &lt;br /&gt;The architects of our way &lt;br /&gt;In the dark we stay! &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek is deep inside you &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek just may reveal &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that you seek just may reveal &lt;br /&gt;That things are not what they may seem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you wake up and see? &lt;br /&gt;For our own good they tried to deceive &lt;br /&gt;You must learn to believe &lt;br /&gt;That mankind's blind and trying to see &lt;br /&gt;The architects have left us many signs &lt;br /&gt;But the answers lie in death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking yourself &lt;br /&gt;Who you really are &lt;br /&gt;And you question the force-fed religions of man &lt;br /&gt;And you know &lt;br /&gt;You know it just can't be &lt;br /&gt;You know it just can't be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cleanse your mind &lt;br /&gt;So cleanse your mind &lt;br /&gt;Fear is God's pillar &lt;br /&gt;It has made you blind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you wake up and see? &lt;br /&gt;For our own good they tried to deceive &lt;br /&gt;You must learn to believe &lt;br /&gt;That mankind's blind and trying to see &lt;br /&gt;The architects have left us many signs &lt;br /&gt;But the answers lie in death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking yourself &lt;br /&gt;Who you really are &lt;br /&gt;And you question the force-fed religions of man &lt;br /&gt;And you know &lt;br /&gt;You know it just can't be &lt;br /&gt;You know it just can't be &lt;br /&gt;So cleanse your mind &lt;br /&gt;So cleanse your mind &lt;br /&gt;Someone must hold the key &lt;br /&gt;Someone must hold the key &lt;br /&gt;The ones who sowed the seed &lt;br /&gt;The ones who sowed the seed &lt;br /&gt;Faith is the final key &lt;br /&gt;The final key &lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond the stars &lt;br /&gt;Lies beyond the stars &lt;br /&gt;Can't you wake up and see? &lt;br /&gt;Wake up and see! &lt;br /&gt;Oh you must learn to believe &lt;br /&gt;Our makers, our framers, our fathers, our gods &lt;br /&gt;The architects roam on their quest for a spirit unknown &lt;br /&gt;If you're asking yourself who you really are &lt;br /&gt;And you question the force-fed religions of man &lt;br /&gt;And you know... &lt;br /&gt;Our makers, our framers, our fathers, our gods &lt;br /&gt;The architects roam on their quest for a spirit unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FFKX5IaHlQ&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-9142792403403826514?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9142792403403826514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=9142792403403826514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9142792403403826514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9142792403403826514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/spatial-architects.html' title='Spatial Architects'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg0Qh75zidE/TgspVccUWpI/AAAAAAAAF0M/R5WBzV8HO90/s72-c/Spatial%2BArchitects.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6917443998441995073</id><published>2011-06-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:03:51.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age Of Aquarius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UpP5VINrBE/TgsiqU_1_5I/AAAAAAAAF0E/oyrWFyAykOU/s1600/Aquarius.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UpP5VINrBE/TgsiqU_1_5I/AAAAAAAAF0E/oyrWFyAykOU/s200/Aquarius.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623626670288535442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 540 days to go and we enter the 2012 predictions! What lies ahead? Will it be the 2012 domsday, a mayor change, destruction, or enlightment? Will it happen at all, in which way, or maybe at another date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should not be to fixed to the date 21. December 2012. Maybe the mayan calendar calculator is wrong? The maya elder Don Alejandro is talking about 18. October 2011, because at this specific date 9 mayan gods will manifest. "9 gods will decend" is written on the "Tortuguero Monument 6", an old mayan inscription in Palenque. In the mayan calendar "god" is a synonym for cosmic energies, so 9 cosmic energies will come down to earth than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving the age of fish and are in the dawning age of aquarius now, from "falling asleep" to "awakening". Our whole solar system, even the galaxy is on the move. The Milkyway needs 26 Mio. years to make one turn, our solar system 26,000 years to circle one round. According to many scientist every 26 Mio. years there was a massive extinction. In the age of aquarius our solar system crosses the photon belt, a belt of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of 2012 predictions, not only the maya, the hopi have a prophecy for 2012 too, or take a look at Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopi prophecy 2012 is very interesting too, they do not talk about a specific date, but about 9 signs that will show up before Pahana, the white brother, is returning from space, the 4th world ends and the 5th world begins.&lt;br /&gt;A short summary of the hopi prophecy 2012:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;white men come and take the land that is not theirs and struck their enemies with thunder. (immigrants take over the land with guns)&lt;br /&gt;2. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;spinning wheels filled with voices coming across the prairies. (settlers in wagons)&lt;br /&gt;3. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;an animal with long horns will overrun the land in large numbers. (cattle)&lt;br /&gt;4. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;the land will be crossed by snakes of iron. (railroad tracks)&lt;br /&gt;5. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;the land will be criss-crossed by a giant spider´s web. (above-ground electricity and telephone lines)&lt;br /&gt;6. sign of the hopi prophecy:&lt;br /&gt;the land will be criss-crossed by rivers of stone. (streets, highways)&lt;br /&gt;7. sign of the hopi prophecy: &lt;br /&gt;the sea is turning black and many living things die because of it. (oil tanker disasters)&lt;br /&gt;8. sign of the hopi prophecy: &lt;br /&gt;many young people, weare there hair like our people, learn the wisdom of the tribal nations. (new age, flower power and new spirituality)&lt;br /&gt;9. sign of the hopi prophecy: &lt;br /&gt;a dwelling-place in the sky will fall to earth with great crash, appearing like a blue star. (MIR space station?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.december2012endofworld.com/age-of-aquarius-2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6917443998441995073?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6917443998441995073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6917443998441995073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6917443998441995073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6917443998441995073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/age-of-aquarius.html' title='The Age Of Aquarius'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UpP5VINrBE/TgsiqU_1_5I/AAAAAAAAF0E/oyrWFyAykOU/s72-c/Aquarius.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1488795414430607597</id><published>2011-06-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:51:30.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Among The Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzpNlEqnY7U/TgpMx_8hu2I/AAAAAAAAFzg/JqvD2MGV910/s1600/Among%2Bthe%2BDemons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzpNlEqnY7U/TgpMx_8hu2I/AAAAAAAAFzg/JqvD2MGV910/s200/Among%2Bthe%2BDemons.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623391506588089186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in the corner&lt;br /&gt;A shadow against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hidden beside the cradle&lt;br /&gt;And nobody saw you crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lingered in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Always by my side&lt;br /&gt;You taught me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Protecting me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening myself&lt;br /&gt;Hardening my will&lt;br /&gt;But now that I grew older&lt;br /&gt;You vanished without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Without any trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeking for you to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I summon your protection, my demon&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;There is no other reason to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornered by gloomy figures&lt;br /&gt;Called upon your assistance&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Ripping further existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grin was in my face&lt;br /&gt;Your strength was in my bones&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence possessed me&lt;br /&gt;You were like my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lingered in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Always by my side&lt;br /&gt;You taught me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Protecting me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeking for you to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I summon your protection, my demon&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;There is no other reason to go on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJQv9ugIojI&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1488795414430607597?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1488795414430607597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1488795414430607597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1488795414430607597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1488795414430607597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/among-demons.html' title='Among The Demons'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzpNlEqnY7U/TgpMx_8hu2I/AAAAAAAAFzg/JqvD2MGV910/s72-c/Among%2Bthe%2BDemons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3720820502997488394</id><published>2011-06-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:16:09.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scarecrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tByr4MxPYs/TgpEkIS8sjI/AAAAAAAAFzY/P9J0kgKFDes/s1600/The%2BScarecrow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tByr4MxPYs/TgpEkIS8sjI/AAAAAAAAFzY/P9J0kgKFDes/s200/The%2BScarecrow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382472218423858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[vocals by Tobias Sammet, Jorn Lande and Michael Kiske]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias Sammet:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a loser in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a stray boy in the shade&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish to know what love is like&lt;br /&gt;To find someone to contemplate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice and a million answers&lt;br /&gt;To the questions I don't ask&lt;br /&gt;A demon — I've got to contain&lt;br /&gt;When I'm walking through the fen&lt;br /&gt;Gonna deep into the black&lt;br /&gt;There are whispers that I can't restrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Rise to fame — time will come&lt;br /&gt;Make your claim — time has come&lt;br /&gt;For the crow who fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jorn Lande:]&lt;br /&gt;So you're an angel meant to walk down here&lt;br /&gt;And you believe it's all divine&lt;br /&gt;And you don't play by all those temporal rules&lt;br /&gt;Watch the world begin to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright — when the lamb's been torn to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;I've been crashing from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Fallen to care for the pray, they put a spoke right in your wheel&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one to dare the weak, to push you all over the pain&lt;br /&gt;You give in — oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[solo: Sascha Paeth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias Sammet:]&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I see what's coming my way&lt;br /&gt;He's got treasure in his eyes that he's gonna turn to clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jorn Lande:]&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I'm a stranger, I'm a changer and I'm danger...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias Sammet:]&lt;br /&gt;Fallen angel - waiting for the prey&lt;br /&gt;The devil has come to take a maimed away&lt;br /&gt;Penetration of the twisted mind&lt;br /&gt;The evil is out for the weak and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in your voice&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sweet, no&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have a choice? No, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jorn Lande:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you burn your feet on unholy ground&lt;br /&gt;You roam the barren wicked plains abound&lt;br /&gt;In evil eyes and evil speak&lt;br /&gt;About it all your evil freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's all divine and meant to be&lt;br /&gt;What about your flesh and blood and defires like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their evil eyes are looking down on you&lt;br /&gt;And those who don't are losing sight of you&lt;br /&gt;Face the rage to chase away&lt;br /&gt;The specter of disgrace and shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withered roses dying on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;A withered dreamer standing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;You dream of love but you wake up to pain&lt;br /&gt;You're better off to join in my game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll better off to cry contrite tears&lt;br /&gt;One day she'll wonder why she had to let you disappear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to fame — your time has come&lt;br /&gt;Time will come to take the sun&lt;br /&gt;Make your claim - you're drawn to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Time has come — you're leaving ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to fame - the flight of the crow&lt;br /&gt;Time will come - cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come - for the crow to fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a flight to hell&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the bell&lt;br /&gt;The devil has come&lt;br /&gt;To take your soul away&lt;br /&gt;A flight to hell - alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stranger&lt;br /&gt;I'm a changer&lt;br /&gt;And I'm danger&lt;br /&gt;Fallen angel&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias Sammet (Edguy) - lead vocals &amp; bass&lt;br /&gt;Jorn Lande (Masterplan) - lead vocals&lt;br /&gt;Michael Kiske (Helloween) - additional vocals&lt;br /&gt;Sascha Paeth (Heavens Gate)- lead guitar &amp; rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;Henjo Richter (Gamma Ray) - additional lead guitar&lt;br /&gt;Miro (Kamelot) - orchestration&lt;br /&gt;Eric Singer (Kiss) - drums]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCKkcbXo3ds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3720820502997488394?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3720820502997488394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3720820502997488394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3720820502997488394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3720820502997488394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/scarecrow.html' title='The Scarecrow'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tByr4MxPYs/TgpEkIS8sjI/AAAAAAAAFzY/P9J0kgKFDes/s72-c/The%2BScarecrow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-236664214482702937</id><published>2011-06-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:44:37.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Of A Mandrake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgjFWg1Rek/Tgo9L0mvuuI/AAAAAAAAFzA/qcxfizbXb28/s1600/Edguy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgjFWg1Rek/Tgo9L0mvuuI/AAAAAAAAFzA/qcxfizbXb28/s200/Edguy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623374358034496226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at the leaving clairvoyant&lt;br /&gt;Predicting invasions and pain&lt;br /&gt;A child cansee through the stranger...&lt;br /&gt;The Watcher's eye, the noble liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the merchant and his help for sale...&lt;br /&gt;Blades to cut wicked flesh&lt;br /&gt;On a merchantman he counts his money&lt;br /&gt;Then he sails away&lt;br /&gt;The sea he'll cruise is blood and fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh father I can't see a lane&lt;br /&gt;They make you a pawn in the game&lt;br /&gt;For we all are deaf, dumb and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the storm when the magic has gone&lt;br /&gt;Drown in the tears of a mandrake&lt;br /&gt;Pawn in the game, invisible chains&lt;br /&gt;Try to move, you'll feel as they graze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the storm when the magic has gone&lt;br /&gt;Drown in the tears of a mandrake&lt;br /&gt;Fading away, the final decay&lt;br /&gt;Try to move, break out from your chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're off to the hall of the serpent&lt;br /&gt;See the cynic who's counting his gold&lt;br /&gt;While gun runners, priests and clairvoyants&lt;br /&gt;Are dancing around the rising demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are taught to eat up all the crap they shit&lt;br /&gt;Parading your nuts on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Kill your brother by the blade they sell&lt;br /&gt;For you don't unite&lt;br /&gt;They reap your bondage sowing evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no use to tell what I've seen&lt;br /&gt;They know how to make you believe&lt;br /&gt;Just what they want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7BPxF-UYbM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-236664214482702937?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/236664214482702937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=236664214482702937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/236664214482702937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/236664214482702937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/tears-of-mandrake.html' title='Tears Of A Mandrake'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgjFWg1Rek/Tgo9L0mvuuI/AAAAAAAAFzA/qcxfizbXb28/s72-c/Edguy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-528654241667898952</id><published>2011-06-28T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:53:35.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fS7ikiiMeI/Tgn4-HyL3jI/AAAAAAAAFy4/MPc-eJisCJ0/s1600/yesterday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fS7ikiiMeI/Tgn4-HyL3jI/AAAAAAAAFy4/MPc-eJisCJ0/s200/yesterday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623299355873893938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, thought I knew you well&lt;br /&gt;But all this time I could never tell&lt;br /&gt;I, let you get away&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me every night and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, were the only one&lt;br /&gt;The only friend that I counted on&lt;br /&gt;How, could I watch you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything to have you here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I stand alone with my pride&lt;br /&gt;And dream, that you're still by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I had the world in my hands&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the end of my world (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Just a slight change of plans&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But today life goes on&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding in yesterday (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause yesterday's gone, ah-ah ah-ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, my love I gave it all&lt;br /&gt;Thought I saw the light when I heard you call&lt;br /&gt;Life, that we both could share&lt;br /&gt;Has deserted me, left me in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now (now) I stand alone with my pride&lt;br /&gt;Fighting back the tears, I never let myself cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Love was torn from my hands&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the end of my world (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Just a little hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But today life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You won't find me in yesterday's world (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Now yesterday's gone&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over and done&lt;br /&gt;Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday will live on, oh-oh oh-oh oooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns1yhoFTqJ0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-528654241667898952?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/528654241667898952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=528654241667898952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/528654241667898952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/528654241667898952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-was-yesterday.html' title='That Was Yesterday'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fS7ikiiMeI/Tgn4-HyL3jI/AAAAAAAAFy4/MPc-eJisCJ0/s72-c/yesterday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5166435849934594697</id><published>2011-06-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T07:58:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQLDVeW41C8/TgnqltkCiOI/AAAAAAAAFyw/gL64a7cZrDY/s1600/ENERGY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQLDVeW41C8/TgnqltkCiOI/AAAAAAAAFyw/gL64a7cZrDY/s200/ENERGY.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283543355590882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment I froze in life&lt;br /&gt;I tried to grasp the time&lt;br /&gt;That moment seized to be&lt;br /&gt;revealed my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you were a shining star&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you from the fields afar&lt;br /&gt;The brightest of them all&lt;br /&gt;descend to face its fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;when I don't know whether I live or dream&lt;br /&gt;And how can I weep?&lt;br /&gt;when I don't know if the pain I feel is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand upon the fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving in on all&lt;br /&gt;I watch the sun's decline&lt;br /&gt;for one last closing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sundown share my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;The winter moon bewail you too&lt;br /&gt;You still remain to me&lt;br /&gt;a pending mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices are calling beyond the dawn&lt;br /&gt;where life and dream seems as one&lt;br /&gt;Moments and aeons pass before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;while you stand frozen in life&lt;br /&gt;Years all have passed now, since you gave in&lt;br /&gt;on the world of living&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your strength there, upon the fall&lt;br /&gt;to put an end to it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peeDUvhcr-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5166435849934594697?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5166435849934594697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5166435849934594697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5166435849934594697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5166435849934594697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/fall-within.html' title='The Fall Within'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQLDVeW41C8/TgnqltkCiOI/AAAAAAAAFyw/gL64a7cZrDY/s72-c/ENERGY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-3698515648218720057</id><published>2011-06-28T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:17:39.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnxS8RSJFAA/TgnUZ53PbnI/AAAAAAAAFyo/eIVQfozoEJ8/s1600/Fukushima.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnxS8RSJFAA/TgnUZ53PbnI/AAAAAAAAFyo/eIVQfozoEJ8/s200/Fukushima.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623259151243112050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our galaxy has a centre which all the stars take millions of years to revolve around, and it is located in the starriest part of the Milky Way, as seen from Earth. On four occasions within the 25,800-year cycle our galactic centre aligns with the sunrise of a solstice or equinox. The last time it occurred was on a fall equinox 6,450 years ago, approximately the dawn of Old World civilisations. On Dec 21, 2012, which is a winter solstice (Northern Hemisphere) this centre will align with our sun once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA predicts that the Sun will also reverse its own magnetic poles during 2012 as result of reaching the end of current 11-year sunspot cycle. Some believe this will amplify the effects of retarding magnetic field on earth, as harmful charged particles blasted away from the sun would more easily penetrate the earth’s atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 is not a “prophecy” it is a prediction. The Maya were cosmologists who created extremely advanced calendars by the scientific observation of the great cycles of the Universe relative to planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness and indeed life itself evolves in cycles – there is increasing evidence in the fossil record to support the fact that life evolves in cycles.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens is therefore all a part of the grand scheme of things and part of the great cycles of the Universe necessary for the evolution of life and consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Long Count calendar shows time ends on December 21, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Times News Network predicts that global financial markets will crash in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA predicts that a great meteor will narrowly miss the earth in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elder of the New Zealand Maori reports that the Maoris have taught for centuries that the great curtain over the world will be “torn” in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Some sources (e.g., author Jay Weidner in his book A Monument to the End of Time: Alchemy, Fulcanelli and the Great Cross) report that Peruvian Shamans are looking forward to the return of Pacha Cuti in 2012.  Pacha Cuti is expected to be the once and future emperor of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether one believes Nostradamus possessed a window into the future, in his Lost Book, he predicts that a comet–called “Doomsday” or “King of Terror” depending upon the translation one reads–will strike the earth in 2012,&lt;br /&gt;The Prophecy of the Popes, published in 1595 and attributed to Saint Malachy, is a list of 112 short phrases in Latin. They purport to describe each of the Roman Catholic popes (along with a few anti-popes), beginning with Pope Celestine II (elected in 1143) and concluding with a later added pope described in the prophecy as “Peter the Roman”, whose pontificate will end in the destruction of the city of Rome, which I turn will be the domino to the destruciton of the world.  It is important to note that according to the Prophecy of the Popes,  Peter the Roman—i.e., the “last pope”—will ascend after the death of the current pope, Pope Benedict XVI.  In other words, there is “scheduled” to be one more pope, under whom the world will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible Code predicts a solar-flare or comet holocaust in the year 2012.   The Bible Code predicts a 2012 extinction type event, relying on the cannonical verses of Revelation 16:8-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar starts 3113 B.C. and ends December 21. 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayans have accurately described various astronomical events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The galactic alignment is happening right now. It started in 1980 and ends in 2016. The sun was best aligned with the center of the galaxy in 1998. This alignment occurs every 25,800 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a magnetic pole shift going on right now. Scientists believe these pole shifts happen with hundreds of thousands of years in between, each lasting about 100 years. The present pole shift have just started and it’s happening faster than expected(It was supposed to start in the 24th century).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of revelation does mention that the end times are near, however it doesn’t say an exact date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a software called “Timewave Zero” which describes various historical events based on a mathematical algorithm. According to this software, 2012 will be the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Web Bot”, originally developed in the late 1990s for making stock market predictions, suggest that there will be worldwide catastrophic events in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gigantic asteroid named 433 Eros will pass earth on January 31, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Bible Code”, a popular book published in 1998 that finds hidden messages in the bible, predicts the end of the world in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-3698515648218720057?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3698515648218720057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=3698515648218720057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3698515648218720057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/3698515648218720057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/2012-predictions.html' title='2012 Predictions'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnxS8RSJFAA/TgnUZ53PbnI/AAAAAAAAFyo/eIVQfozoEJ8/s72-c/Fukushima.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4697239666663516452</id><published>2011-06-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T05:52:41.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nETpXKR-YiA/TgnOfNcKdCI/AAAAAAAAFyg/1bhrTYz_y_o/s1600/Doomsday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nETpXKR-YiA/TgnOfNcKdCI/AAAAAAAAFyg/1bhrTYz_y_o/s200/Doomsday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623252645327828002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein, Charles Hapgood, and other scientists accepted that the Earth’s crust “floats” on a turbulent molten lava ocean. It is turbulent because the earth core is probably spinning faster than the earth crust. Have you noticed that the wind and ocean currents spin faster than the crustal landmass? The faster spinning center is pulling the winds and tides around by its massive gravitational pull. Just beneath our feet lies the source for every future volcano, earth quake, tsunami, and polar shift. Any sense of absolute safety and security we might have about the Earth is false. Anyone who has experienced an earth quake of 7 or above on the Richter Scale will admit this to be an absolutely terrifying experience. In a very brief moment, our true vulnerability and utter dependence upon the earth for stability is revealed. And govt. is powerless to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Science has discovered a relationship between lunar phases (full moons) and the occurance of earth quakes, volcanic eruptions, and tsunamis. Although this is not an absolute link, there is evidence to suggest that earth quakes, volcanos, tsunamis, and earth shifts are more likely to occur around the time of extremely high tides. This probably means that there is a “tide” in the lava ocean under the crust that may very well cause these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein was “electrified” when he learned of Hapgood’s theory in “Path of the Poles”, whereby ice build-up at the polar caps could eventually cause the crust to “slide” over the lava ocean until the centrifugal force of the spinning Earth brought those ice caps around to the equator. Geological evidence suggests that something like this has happened repeatedly during the “life” of the planet; the magnetic poles seem to have shifted at least 171 known times. In other words, a “critical mass” of ice, coupled with anextremely high lunar influence, may be all that is necessary to trigger the next polar shift in the Earth’s crust; leading to massive earth quakes, volcanos, and tsunamis beyond the scope of our present imaginations. The spinning earth core maintains its usual momentum, the magnetic poles remain in place, but there appears to be apolar/earth shift because the crust has slid over the magnetic poles! Charles Hapgood’s theory has never been disproven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as we hear about the ice melt-down at the poles due to climate change and global warming (supposedly caused by the activities of mankind), this is not in fact reducing the ice masses residing on polar land. The ice shelves are breaking away rapidly, but these ice masses floating upon the ocean have never added to any polar imbalance, and cannot cause a polar shift. On the other hand, a rise of one degree in the polar air temperatures will actually increase snowfall in those polar land regions simply because warm air is capable of carrying and depositing more moisture than cold air. In other words, even as the ice shelves are melting away, the land based snow, water, and ice masses are building up even more rapidly in Antartica and in the northern areas of Greenland. This may very well be a natural and reoccurring phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly 11,500 year cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some geologists and scientists, we are in the middle of a deadly 11,500 year cycle when the ice age comes back. The start of the cycle is marked with a Polar reversal, super volcanic activities, massive earthquakes, Tsunamis and nasty hurricanes. 11, 500 years back, the last ice age happened and what we have started experiencing – all happened. In the last one year the earth experienced the largest three earthquakes in the last two hundred years. The under water volcanoes and earthquakes have gone up 88% over the last three years. The continental earthquakes have gone up by 62% during the same time frame. The rate of increase of these earthquakes and volcanoes when drawn against time is staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destruction &amp; Renewed Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catastrophe will not only result in the massive destruction of life on earth, but also its continued existence, however incomprehensible this may sound. Let me explain this.&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic field of the earth is not an accident of natural science. Its primary task is to protect us against cosmic and solar radiation. Without this field, life is practically impossible and in a short time, life on our planet would be extinguished. An all-burning, deadly radioactive radiation would torment the earth’s surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are talking about an incompatible duality: despite the fact that a huge amount of people, animals and plants will die, life will continue to exist, because the exhausted battery of the earth will be reloaded by the enormous solar storm. During thousands of years the magnetic field of the earth can therefore remain stable, protecting the flora and fauna against the damaging radiation. While doing this job, the inner battery of the earth will run out again and another cycle of destruction followed by creation and mutation will start anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4697239666663516452?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4697239666663516452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4697239666663516452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4697239666663516452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4697239666663516452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nETpXKR-YiA/TgnOfNcKdCI/AAAAAAAAFyg/1bhrTYz_y_o/s72-c/Doomsday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-2336857896064865082</id><published>2011-06-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T05:13:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could Life on Earth End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfyB7xKA6GA/TgnFX__n6ZI/AAAAAAAAFyY/mHoagnl2idk/s1600/Astronomy%2B%2526%2BSpace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfyB7xKA6GA/TgnFX__n6ZI/AAAAAAAAFyY/mHoagnl2idk/s200/Astronomy%2B%2526%2BSpace.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623242625854728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What catastrophic events could lead to life on Earth, as it is known today, coming to an end? Here are four scenarios that could result in in the extinction of life on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sun Dies&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is approximately 4.5 billion years old with an estimated 5 billion years of hydrogen left – hydrogen is the fuel that drives nuclear fusion on the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once the Sun has converted all its hydrogen into helium it will change from a yellow dwarf into a red giant. In this form its diameter will extend well beyond the orbit of Venus, possibly beyond the orbit of Earth. When the Sun enters the red giant phase, in which it will spend the final 10% of its lifetime, the Earth will be burned to a cinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Follow the Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;An asteroid or comet could collide with the Earth. Asteroid strikes occur about once every 300 years with varying degrees of destruction. In 1908, a 60 metre wide asteroid exploded above Tunguska in Siberia, destroying 80 million trees over an area of 2,150 sq km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an asteroid or comet hit an inhabited area, the death toll could run into millions. The 1908 collision is referred to as a "small" strike, predicted to happen roughly once every 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asteroid that is presumed to have killed off the dinosaurs was more than 10 km in size, and there are craters in Australia and Norway that suggest similar sized impacts have stuck the Earth in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gilese 710 and the Oort Cloud&lt;br /&gt;In approximately 1.4 million years a small star, Gilese 710, travelling toward our solar system at 50,400 km/hr will miss the Earth by roughly 40,000AU (AU – Astronomical Units, a unit of length approximately equal to the distance from the Earth to the Sun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it will crash into the Oort Cloud - the outer layer of the solar system - and send millions of asteroids on a journey through the solar system, possibly on course to collide with the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Barnard’s star is expected to come close to the Earth in just 10,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hypernova&lt;br /&gt;An enormous dying star at least 40 times the size of our Sun, collapsing into a black hole within 3,000 light years of Earth, would be enough to kill all life instantly, including bacteria. It would swamp the planet with intense radiation of up to 1 million times the strength of an x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest massive star is 7,500 light years away, still close enough to do some potential damage to satellites in the southern hemisphere, but not near enough for radiation to penetrate down to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solar system has already survived some hypernovae and no more stars remain a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catastrophic Events &lt;br /&gt;Asteroid and comet strikes have occurred during Earth's history and future catastrophic events are possible in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources and Further Information&lt;br /&gt;The Observer Book of Space (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasachoff, Jay M. – Contemporary Astronomy / The Universal Almanac 1992&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-2336857896064865082?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2336857896064865082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=2336857896064865082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2336857896064865082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2336857896064865082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-could-life-on-earth-end.html' title='How Could Life on Earth End?'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfyB7xKA6GA/TgnFX__n6ZI/AAAAAAAAFyY/mHoagnl2idk/s72-c/Astronomy%2B%2526%2BSpace.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-2992487559911014740</id><published>2011-06-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:22:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iRonica - Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZvb4_zr4tU/TgllCxLvIAI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/TgC8PphvPPI/s1600/iRonica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZvb4_zr4tU/TgllCxLvIAI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/TgC8PphvPPI/s200/iRonica.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623136707985481730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Välil miettii että mistä kenkä puristaa&lt;br /&gt;Kun normaalisti kaikenlaista kaksin turistaan&lt;br /&gt;Mutta nyt vaan jostain kumman syystä&lt;br /&gt;Huoneen hiljaisuus vallitsee ei sanaa yhtäkään&lt;br /&gt;Kumpikaan pysty, suustaan sanomaan&lt;br /&gt;Molemmat odottaa että toinen alottaa&lt;br /&gt;Ite haluais et se asioita valottas&lt;br /&gt;Molemmat vaan istuu hiljaisuus vallitsee talossa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumpikaan ei puhu, pelkästään luo katseita&lt;br /&gt;Tunteet toista kohtaan hipoo pakkas-asteita&lt;br /&gt;Pelkästään välttelyä ja kylmiä vilkaisuja&lt;br /&gt;En ymmärrä, mutta niin kai muijat&lt;br /&gt;Näyttää että miehen pitäis alottaa ja puhua&lt;br /&gt;Mut mistäs pirusta voi tietää mist on taasen huhua&lt;br /&gt;Ei voi mitään ja se mykkäkoulu jatkuu&lt;br /&gt;Muttei kumpikaan näytä kuinka paljon se voi sattuu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Mustasukkasuus, epäluulo, pelko&lt;br /&gt;Usko siihen ettei kukaan sulle kerro&lt;br /&gt;Mitä muka oikeesti on tapahtunu&lt;br /&gt;Tunnetila johon sairaalla taval on rakastunu&lt;br /&gt;Epävarmuus, suuttumus ja turvattomuus&lt;br /&gt;Tunteet meitä hallitsee se on vaan julma totuus&lt;br /&gt;Väistämättä jokainen saa tunteenpurkauksia&lt;br /&gt;Mut parisuhteen eteen on tehtävä uhrauksia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhut kiertää ja jutut vääristyy&lt;br /&gt;Toivon kumpa sä et tätä ymmärtäisi väärin nyt&lt;br /&gt;Et joo, eilen oli kaikkee bileet veny aamuun asti&lt;br /&gt;Juteltii juotii sekoiltii, kiskoin yöllä malluu askin&lt;br /&gt;Kaikenlaista säpinää, ympärillä kävi mutta&lt;br /&gt;Siihen mitä siel kävi ei mul oo arpaa ei osuutta&lt;br /&gt;Eli suurin osa sielä kyllä sammu lopulta&lt;br /&gt;Mut mä ja pari kaveria jäätii juomaa olutta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yhen naisen kanssa jäin heittämään läppää&lt;br /&gt;Naurettii maailmalle ja juotii lisää häppää&lt;br /&gt;Tää tuli viereen istuun ajattelin että hällävälii&lt;br /&gt;Mut sitten arvaamatta se koittikin käydä käsiks&lt;br /&gt;Se sano mulle ettei haluu mitää vakavaa&lt;br /&gt;Mut totesin et mulla ei oo pettäminen tapana&lt;br /&gt;Muutenki en olis ees koko juttuun alkanu&lt;br /&gt;Ja jälkeenpäin mä kuulin että sekin oli varattu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toiset antaa olla vaan ja toiset koittaa selvittää&lt;br /&gt;Olemattomii johtolankoi etsimällä etsitään&lt;br /&gt;Luetaan tekstiviestit ja vakoillaan internetissä&lt;br /&gt;Päättää toista rankaista sit pihtaamalla seksiä&lt;br /&gt;Nykyaika ja kyky taittaa&lt;br /&gt;Tätä todellisuutta se suruks taas hymyn vaihtaa&lt;br /&gt;Ei pysty vaan pysyy kaidal tiellä&lt;br /&gt;Missä olit eilen ja miks sullon paitas hiessä? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loputtomii kysymyksii loputonta taisteluu&lt;br /&gt;Ei aina haluis epäillä ja siks kai kaipais vaihteluu&lt;br /&gt;Mut se vika on vaan omassa kuupassa&lt;br /&gt;Epäilyn sijan sitä vois avata suutansa&lt;br /&gt;Kertoo miltä tuntuu ja oisko vastalääkettä&lt;br /&gt;Liikamustasukkasuus lopulta vasta hävettää&lt;br /&gt;Mut ihmiset ei muutu ja te voitte olla varmoi siit&lt;br /&gt;Mut mieti kahesti onks suhteet epäilyksen arvosii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4Pmgn9huME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-2992487559911014740?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2992487559911014740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=2992487559911014740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2992487559911014740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2992487559911014740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/ironica-reflections.html' title='iRonica - Reflections'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZvb4_zr4tU/TgllCxLvIAI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/TgC8PphvPPI/s72-c/iRonica.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6254444727984982719</id><published>2011-06-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:41:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savor the Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMLvHFi5bcY/TglNTWXVhlI/AAAAAAAAFyI/8Xq95wvd0Ik/s1600/Savor%2Bthe%2BKill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMLvHFi5bcY/TglNTWXVhlI/AAAAAAAAFyI/8Xq95wvd0Ik/s200/Savor%2Bthe%2BKill.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623110604565087826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says the feral instinctual side, &lt;br /&gt;"The thrill of the hunt." &lt;br /&gt;Says the prophet of all that’s been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;"Savor the kill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsettled severance un-done&lt;br /&gt;A non living presence will never grow &lt;br /&gt;Until you fall overblown&lt;br /&gt;Transcend to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Separate from the world of thought &lt;br /&gt;The world of belief&lt;br /&gt;I don’t show what you already know&lt;br /&gt;I’m plagued with relief&lt;br /&gt;Out in plain view for all to see&lt;br /&gt;They’d never believe &lt;br /&gt;Compelled to separate the needs &lt;br /&gt;From all you’ve wanted the world to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no better than the animal in everybody &lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind &lt;br /&gt;Keeping your life in the wild &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed &lt;br /&gt;Everyone who thinks they know the answer is wrong&lt;br /&gt;A vision a saying a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the fall &lt;br /&gt;No master of your domain &lt;br /&gt;There is no law &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no better than the animal in everybody&lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind &lt;br /&gt;Keeping your life in the wild &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out into the cold dark night &lt;br /&gt;Show your survival your progress your plight &lt;br /&gt;I’m no better than&lt;br /&gt;I’m no better than&lt;br /&gt;I’m no better than the animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqgE_n4pb3g&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6254444727984982719?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6254444727984982719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6254444727984982719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6254444727984982719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6254444727984982719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/savor-kill.html' title='Savor the Kill'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMLvHFi5bcY/TglNTWXVhlI/AAAAAAAAFyI/8Xq95wvd0Ik/s72-c/Savor%2Bthe%2BKill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6928375152892987742</id><published>2011-06-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:29:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Below the Radiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNllP-FLnJw/TglKrTbKahI/AAAAAAAAFyA/oRdJZEbCWBc/s1600/Below%2Bthe%2BRadiance.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNllP-FLnJw/TglKrTbKahI/AAAAAAAAFyA/oRdJZEbCWBc/s200/Below%2Bthe%2BRadiance.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623107717557807634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Henriksson, Jivarp. Lyrics: Stanne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the fall&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb from the bottom&lt;br /&gt;That hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here today, a stab of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Divert your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From the judgemental stares&lt;br /&gt;So nonforgiving&lt;br /&gt;Yet what do they know&lt;br /&gt;And what have they seen&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I plunge myself against these rocks of ice&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Helldriven hounds now on my trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play a part&lt;br /&gt;Uphold a bland facade&lt;br /&gt;Do the expected&lt;br /&gt;If only nothing remained&lt;br /&gt;Of facts and furies&lt;br /&gt;These are the seconds&lt;br /&gt;That will not be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes on the prize&lt;br /&gt;Yet never tell them&lt;br /&gt;In shadows hide it&lt;br /&gt;What eyes can tell&lt;br /&gt;How well you know&lt;br /&gt;Familiar urges&lt;br /&gt;The same old place&lt;br /&gt;Where you will know it&lt;br /&gt;And they will pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9noyVypTFag&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6928375152892987742?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6928375152892987742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6928375152892987742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6928375152892987742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6928375152892987742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/below-radiance.html' title='Below the Radiance'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNllP-FLnJw/TglKrTbKahI/AAAAAAAAFyA/oRdJZEbCWBc/s72-c/Below%2Bthe%2BRadiance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-336134350277310263</id><published>2011-06-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:18:03.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apynuQes3B4/TglH5mGq5bI/AAAAAAAAFx4/LrBjqYAyzhw/s1600/Winter%2BTriangle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apynuQes3B4/TglH5mGq5bI/AAAAAAAAFx4/LrBjqYAyzhw/s200/Winter%2BTriangle.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623104664555414962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three triangles of birds crossed  &lt;br /&gt;Over the enormous ocean which extended  &lt;br /&gt;In winter like a green beast.  &lt;br /&gt;Everything just lay there, the silence,  &lt;br /&gt;The unfolding gray, the heavy light  &lt;br /&gt;Of space, some land now and then.  &lt;br /&gt;Over everything there was passing  &lt;br /&gt;A flight  &lt;br /&gt;And another flight  &lt;br /&gt;Of dark birds, winter bodies  &lt;br /&gt;Trembling triangles  &lt;br /&gt;Whose wings,  &lt;br /&gt;Frantically flapping, hardly  &lt;br /&gt;Can carry the gray cold, the desolate days  &lt;br /&gt;From one place to another  &lt;br /&gt;Along the coast of Chile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here while from one sky to another  &lt;br /&gt;The trembling of the migratory birds  &lt;br /&gt;Leaves me sunk inside myself, inside my own matter  &lt;br /&gt;Like an everlasting well  &lt;br /&gt;Dug by an immovable spiral.  &lt;br /&gt;Now they have disappeared  &lt;br /&gt;Black feathers of the sea  &lt;br /&gt;Iron birds  &lt;br /&gt;From steep slopes and rock piles  &lt;br /&gt;Now at noon  &lt;br /&gt;I am in front of emptiness. It’s a winter  &lt;br /&gt;Space stretched out  &lt;br /&gt;And the sea has put  &lt;br /&gt;Over its blue face  &lt;br /&gt;A bitter mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0dhWbyWFKo&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-336134350277310263?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/336134350277310263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=336134350277310263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/336134350277310263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/336134350277310263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/winter-triangle.html' title='Winter Triangle'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apynuQes3B4/TglH5mGq5bI/AAAAAAAAFx4/LrBjqYAyzhw/s72-c/Winter%2BTriangle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-574583542688973790</id><published>2011-06-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:46:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve - Mother of All the Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2EEkZ1BGz4/TgkGlizQ0mI/AAAAAAAAFxw/pddoRHhpS8M/s1600/Eva.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2EEkZ1BGz4/TgkGlizQ0mI/AAAAAAAAFxw/pddoRHhpS8M/s200/Eva.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623032851815518818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile of Eve from the Old Testament Book of Genesis:&lt;br /&gt;Eve was the first woman on earth, the first wife, and the first mother. She is known as the "Mother of All the Living." And although this is quite a remarkable accomplishment, very little is known about Eve. There is not much said of her in the book of Genesis. Like most mothers, even though her accomplishments were great, they were for the most part, overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve was Adam's companion, his helper, the one who would complete him and share equally in his responsibility over creation. She too was made in God's image, displaying a portion of the characteristics of God. Together only could Adam and Eve fulfill God's purpose in the continuation of creation. With Eve, God brought human relationship, friendship and marriage into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's Accomplishments:&lt;br /&gt;Eve is the mother of humankind. She was the first woman and first wife. Although her accomplishments are quite remarkable, very little is known about Eve. She was the only woman without a mother and a father. She was made by God as a reflection of his image to be a helper to Adam. Together they would fulfill God's purpose of populating the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's Strengths:&lt;br /&gt;Eve was made in the image of God, and to be a helper to Adam. Together she and Adam would fulfill God's purpose in multiplying God's creation of humankind on the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's Weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;Eve was tempted by Satan when he got her to doubt God's goodness, by focusing on the one thing she couldn't have. She forgot all of the good things God had blessed her with in the garden. She became discontented, feeling sorry for herself, because she could not share in God's knowledge of good and evil. Eve allowed Satan to subvert her trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;Although she shared a close relationship with God and her husband, Eve failed to consult either one of them when confronted with Satan's suggestions. She acted impulsively, independent of her authority. Once entangled in sin, she invited her husband to join her. Like Adam, when confronted with her sin, Eve blamed someone else (Satan), instead of taking personal responsibility for what she had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lessons:&lt;br /&gt;We learn from Eve that women share in God's image. There are feminine qualities to the character of God. God's purpose for creation could not be fulfilled without the equal participation of "womankind." Just like we learned from Adam's life, Eve also teaches us that God wants us to freely choose to follow and obey him out of love. Nothing we do is hidden from God. Likewise, it does not benefit us to blame others for our own failings. We must accept personal responsibility for what we do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hometown:&lt;br /&gt;Eve began her life in the Garden of Eden but was later expelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referenced in the Bible:&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:18-4:26; 2 Corinthians 11:3; 1 Timothy 2:13.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Wife, mother, companion, helper, and co-manager of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Tree:&lt;br /&gt;Husband - Adam &lt;br /&gt;Children - Cain, Abel, Seth and many more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Verses:&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:18 &lt;br /&gt;Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper who is just right for him.” (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:23 &lt;br /&gt;“At last!” the man exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;“This one is bone from my bone, &lt;br /&gt;and flesh from my flesh! &lt;br /&gt;She will be called ‘woman,’ &lt;br /&gt;because she was taken from ‘man.’” (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Bible Says about…&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whatthebiblesays.info/AdamandEve.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-574583542688973790?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/574583542688973790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=574583542688973790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/574583542688973790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/574583542688973790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/eve-mother-of-all-living.html' title='Eve - Mother of All the Living'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2EEkZ1BGz4/TgkGlizQ0mI/AAAAAAAAFxw/pddoRHhpS8M/s72-c/Eva.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1326213900079086165</id><published>2011-06-27T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:39:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closer End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7Xn46VHtDE/Tgj4gukVEYI/AAAAAAAAFxo/Ozj5XbYcIMs/s1600/A%2BCloser%2BEnd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7Xn46VHtDE/Tgj4gukVEYI/AAAAAAAAFxo/Ozj5XbYcIMs/s200/A%2BCloser%2BEnd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623017375911973250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the life of rain&lt;br /&gt;You're only alive when you're falling&lt;br /&gt;The coldest chill&lt;br /&gt;In the emptiness of reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;It begins today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light up the days&lt;br /&gt;With the darkest of waking dreams&lt;br /&gt;For endless puzzles&lt;br /&gt;To reflect our aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;It starts today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you've passed the mark&lt;br /&gt;Of indescribable dark&lt;br /&gt;I fear you've drowned&lt;br /&gt;In hope of what you think will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from the sharpest of moments&lt;br /&gt;Built to greet you when the time will come&lt;br /&gt;Empty spaces on foundations of denial&lt;br /&gt;Your structure is dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the death of dream&lt;br /&gt;Awakenings will leave you stranded&lt;br /&gt;Where no one is listening&lt;br /&gt;Where no one is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;You brought it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's slow but final&lt;br /&gt;It begins today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqvNyilzOKU&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1326213900079086165?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1326213900079086165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1326213900079086165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1326213900079086165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1326213900079086165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/closer-end.html' title='A Closer End'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7Xn46VHtDE/Tgj4gukVEYI/AAAAAAAAFxo/Ozj5XbYcIMs/s72-c/A%2BCloser%2BEnd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5282937304652437367</id><published>2011-06-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:14:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mundane and The Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XDguUY4Hds/TgjyxIll83I/AAAAAAAAFxg/m5m_UIuwhv0/s1600/the%2Bspirit%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brosebush.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XDguUY4Hds/TgjyxIll83I/AAAAAAAAFxg/m5m_UIuwhv0/s200/the%2Bspirit%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brosebush.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623011060704736114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen through these dreamless eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blind buildings stark to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Silhouettes as dividing walls&lt;br /&gt;Guarding the eternal secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the flame to haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Who do you answer to&lt;br /&gt;My lies are always wishes&lt;br /&gt;Lies that make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See beyond the rationale&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fate that nothing is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Be the least connected&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to the last original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply layers to reality&lt;br /&gt;Things only you can see&lt;br /&gt;Add a beat to normality&lt;br /&gt;To tap the core of insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my dreams cross over&lt;br /&gt;To days of endless gray&lt;br /&gt;If I could merge the mundane and the magic&lt;br /&gt;We'd forge a new unknown&lt;br /&gt;I let my dreams cross over&lt;br /&gt;To nothingness and back again&lt;br /&gt;If I could merge the mundane and the magic&lt;br /&gt;Where is the dark I came to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In latter days as time will find you&lt;br /&gt;Memories will never let you get closer&lt;br /&gt;The silent sighs in useless company&lt;br /&gt;Wish for darkness and death again&lt;br /&gt;In the face of ignorance and fear&lt;br /&gt;I cast it right back&lt;br /&gt;Some things were never there to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Objectivity is truth denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply layers to reality&lt;br /&gt;Things only you can see&lt;br /&gt;Add a beat to normality&lt;br /&gt;To tap the core of insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my dreams cross over&lt;br /&gt;To days of endless gray&lt;br /&gt;If I could merge the mundane and the magic&lt;br /&gt;We'd forge a new unknown&lt;br /&gt;I let my dreams cross over&lt;br /&gt;To nothingness and back again&lt;br /&gt;If I could merge the mundane and the magic&lt;br /&gt;Where is the dark I came to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YT86_ShMKHU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5282937304652437367?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5282937304652437367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5282937304652437367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5282937304652437367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5282937304652437367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/mundane-and-magic.html' title='The Mundane and The Magic'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XDguUY4Hds/TgjyxIll83I/AAAAAAAAFxg/m5m_UIuwhv0/s72-c/the%2Bspirit%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brosebush.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4162403527796021337</id><published>2011-06-27T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:48:49.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withered Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZdE6bgIgI/TgjsrM2q75I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/6D6OHvSinvs/s1600/Aberrant%2BIndemnity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZdE6bgIgI/TgjsrM2q75I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/6D6OHvSinvs/s200/Aberrant%2BIndemnity.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004361701126034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the cold eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Archaic beauty is captive&lt;br /&gt;Peel from the old memories&lt;br /&gt;And make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dust and shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of forgotten dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you believe&lt;br /&gt;You mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than the stars in the skies&lt;br /&gt;And all the withered leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the goddess in your dim light&lt;br /&gt;Binding your heart with lies&lt;br /&gt;Devil in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;Pouring teardrops into our skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero decayed&lt;br /&gt;Jewel to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dripping sadness&lt;br /&gt;You are my addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river of tears&lt;br /&gt;To fill my withered winter garden&lt;br /&gt;I cover the snow white roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river of tears&lt;br /&gt;In your withered winter garden&lt;br /&gt;I cover the snow white roses&lt;br /&gt;With red tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames devoured&lt;br /&gt;And left us in ruin&lt;br /&gt;A pale wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Covered in ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut92ytp38d4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4162403527796021337?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4162403527796021337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4162403527796021337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4162403527796021337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4162403527796021337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/withered-garden.html' title='Withered Garden'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZdE6bgIgI/TgjsrM2q75I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/6D6OHvSinvs/s72-c/Aberrant%2BIndemnity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-9223234569153002568</id><published>2011-06-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:40:05.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf9e4KTIABQ/TgjqnwTbliI/AAAAAAAAFxI/2IEl-Up9k_4/s1600/I%2Bam%2BSilence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf9e4KTIABQ/TgjqnwTbliI/AAAAAAAAFxI/2IEl-Up9k_4/s200/I%2Bam%2BSilence.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623002103474263586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the crimson veil of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Tearing through silence, like darkness fall&lt;br /&gt;Aching and yearning, twisting in pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow once torn, scars from my flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like withering stars, falling through time&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting silence, burning within&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of dreams, awakens in sleep&lt;br /&gt;Burning the scars from its torment dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling through a veil of mist&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by darkness, its touch so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the silence, the silence within&lt;br /&gt;The embrace of the endless sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the darkness, it grieves&lt;br /&gt;I heard the anger, it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;I am the silence of grief&lt;br /&gt;I am the silence of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell the nocturnal winds of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of tears, frozen they scream&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and emptiness is all I feel&lt;br /&gt;Though silence grows in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like withering stars, falling through time&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting silence burning within&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of dreams, awakens in sleep&lt;br /&gt;Burning the scars from its torment dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness embraces the cold winter moon&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers dance in their macabre hold&lt;br /&gt;Searching through aeons, darkness and cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for silence and silence I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the darkness, it grieves&lt;br /&gt;I heard the anger, it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;I am the silence of grief&lt;br /&gt;I am the silence of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0i39tcwlX8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-9223234569153002568?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9223234569153002568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=9223234569153002568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9223234569153002568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9223234569153002568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-silence.html' title='I am Silence'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf9e4KTIABQ/TgjqnwTbliI/AAAAAAAAFxI/2IEl-Up9k_4/s72-c/I%2Bam%2BSilence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6179862920956514653</id><published>2011-06-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:18:50.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampiric Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ELlIRSS3M/TgjJhVIZIZI/AAAAAAAAFxA/cQIf5-QUvT0/s1600/Vampiric%2BLegacy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ELlIRSS3M/TgjJhVIZIZI/AAAAAAAAFxA/cQIf5-QUvT0/s200/Vampiric%2BLegacy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622965709217276306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear his voice, he's calling me&lt;br /&gt;Through the streets and in the wind&lt;br /&gt;A soft seductive echoing&lt;br /&gt;I hear it as it twists and bends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body rises from the bed&lt;br /&gt;I slowly walk the path alone&lt;br /&gt;As his call seers through my head&lt;br /&gt;I find my way into his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkened stairs lead to his room&lt;br /&gt;And as I walk with steps of doubt&lt;br /&gt;I hear his voice in slumbered gloom&lt;br /&gt;My breath comes raspy, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze from opened windows drift&lt;br /&gt;As heathen creatures here are born&lt;br /&gt;In Satan's sanction comes the kiss&lt;br /&gt;Of pungent breaches and bloody thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screeches loudly herald me&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of Hell I roam&lt;br /&gt;Until I finally come to rest&lt;br /&gt;Among the undead's catacombs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Twisted Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6179862920956514653?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6179862920956514653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6179862920956514653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6179862920956514653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6179862920956514653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/vampiric-legacy.html' title='Vampiric Legacy'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ELlIRSS3M/TgjJhVIZIZI/AAAAAAAAFxA/cQIf5-QUvT0/s72-c/Vampiric%2BLegacy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5249162494489305224</id><published>2011-06-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:56:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracing the Path to a Better World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Et2VAPlYNU4/TgjEV5vMDaI/AAAAAAAAFw4/aB9c4H0Bk64/s1600/Dark%2BLegacy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Et2VAPlYNU4/TgjEV5vMDaI/AAAAAAAAFw4/aB9c4H0Bk64/s200/Dark%2BLegacy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622960015327104418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no castle for my home,&lt;br /&gt;I want not round the world to roam;&lt;br /&gt;I want no suit of golden thread&lt;br /&gt;Or pillow fine upon my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no silver, gems or gold;&lt;br /&gt;I crave not youth as I grow old:&lt;br /&gt;The game of courtship I’ve outgrown:&lt;br /&gt;I want no mate save for my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no piece of foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Or scores of troops at my command:&lt;br /&gt;I want not status, wealth or fame:&lt;br /&gt;Care not if no one knows my name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, what I want does not exist&lt;br /&gt;Even upon the longest list&lt;br /&gt;Of things material in reams&lt;br /&gt;That fill our wild, consumptive dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I truly want, you see&lt;br /&gt;Is life as it is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;With love and truth and beauty free:&lt;br /&gt;Our world as it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;And this, my friends, this just could be&lt;br /&gt;Your and my Great Legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is kept, confined, entombed;&lt;br /&gt;A Golden Bird in a darkened room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth is not a voice within&lt;br /&gt;But the twisted child of corporate whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beauty calls but few can see&lt;br /&gt;Creation’s glorious majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Love and Truth and Beauty find&lt;br /&gt;Themselves imprisoned by mankind&lt;br /&gt;And drowned out in the endless roar&lt;br /&gt;Of fevered cries of “Give me more!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people burning with the fire&lt;br /&gt;Of wanton self-serving desire:&lt;br /&gt;Grasping, ravaged with the thirst&lt;br /&gt;To put themselves, not others first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Our world is not as it should be:&lt;br /&gt;The stories in our papers tell&lt;br /&gt;That in Our Garden all’s not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hear those stories in the news&lt;br /&gt;Of how the Arabs hate the Jews:&lt;br /&gt;Of politicians bad and worse&lt;br /&gt;Who live to loot the public purse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of bankers rich who in their greed&lt;br /&gt;Take all they can from those in need&lt;br /&gt;And men corrupt who pose as saints&lt;br /&gt;Whose will to hoard knows no restraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those well off who do not see&lt;br /&gt;The stinging tears of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Of those whose hearts are wracked in pain,&lt;br /&gt;The victims of another’s gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we stop and think, my friends,&lt;br /&gt;How holy, sweet and reverend&lt;br /&gt;Is this fair world in which we dwell:&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fail to treat it well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we don’t adore&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight on a forest floor?&lt;br /&gt;Or dancing ripples in a brook?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we don’t stop to look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t we awestruck when we see&lt;br /&gt;The bounty of the apple tree?&lt;br /&gt;Or stars or oceans deep and dark&lt;br /&gt;Or we hear the piping meadowlark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we live amid such grace&lt;br /&gt;In such a precious, Holy Place&lt;br /&gt;And not have all our voices raise&lt;br /&gt;To sing a holy hymn of praise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can’t we with due respect&lt;br /&gt;Treat well those whom we now neglect?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t each one of our lives be&lt;br /&gt;Its own unique doxology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if in life we do good deeds&lt;br /&gt;And minister to others’ needs,&lt;br /&gt;And try their suffering to erase&lt;br /&gt;The world becomes a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every deed of good intent&lt;br /&gt;Reflects off its recipient&lt;br /&gt;And bids "Fly well" the peaceful dove&lt;br /&gt;And touches all with light and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bathing in the warming glow&lt;br /&gt;Each person so touched then does sow&lt;br /&gt;The same good seed in other ground&lt;br /&gt;Thus making heaven’s bells resound&lt;br /&gt;In every dark and hopeless place&lt;br /&gt;Where others, troubled, crave the grace&lt;br /&gt;That eases suffering, cleanses hearts&lt;br /&gt;And to their world a joy imparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plant your seeds of hope and light:&lt;br /&gt;Dispel the darkness, kill the blight;&lt;br /&gt;Banish false idolatry:&lt;br /&gt;Set Love and Truth and Beauty free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, if I live to see&lt;br /&gt;Our Garden as it’s meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear the joyous sound&lt;br /&gt;Resounding in the hills around&lt;br /&gt;As legions strong their voices raise&lt;br /&gt;In gratitude and holy praise&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts unbound, their spirits free&lt;br /&gt;To sing a Great Doxology.&lt;br /&gt;And that is as it’s meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this be our Great Legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RM, Spring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6A-C_mbfSA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5249162494489305224?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5249162494489305224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5249162494489305224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5249162494489305224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5249162494489305224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/tracing-path-to-better-world.html' title='Tracing the Path to a Better World'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Et2VAPlYNU4/TgjEV5vMDaI/AAAAAAAAFw4/aB9c4H0Bk64/s72-c/Dark%2BLegacy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1957418784178474675</id><published>2011-06-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:06:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withered Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBOFuCP3bmE/Tgi4rmL_AsI/AAAAAAAAFww/2GLMZkgeq-E/s1600/Spirit%2Bwalk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBOFuCP3bmE/Tgi4rmL_AsI/AAAAAAAAFww/2GLMZkgeq-E/s200/Spirit%2Bwalk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622947193896764098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from the city-lights&lt;br /&gt;Memories cast a shield&lt;br /&gt;Brightness shows what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;Piercing through my soul&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops flowing merciless&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on my skin&lt;br /&gt;To the withered serenade&lt;br /&gt;Sing it once again for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusty air you breathe is making you&lt;br /&gt;Look so much younger&lt;br /&gt;It's like a scene&lt;br /&gt;From a night in the past&lt;br /&gt;Words you said to me still lingers like&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;With reflections of my tearfilled eyes&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the laughs are fading now&lt;br /&gt;My ghost is still awake&lt;br /&gt;Every tune from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Is playing in the cold surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusty air you breathe is making you&lt;br /&gt;Look so much younger&lt;br /&gt;It's like a scene&lt;br /&gt;From a night in the past&lt;br /&gt;Words you said to me still lingers like&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;With reflections of my tearfilled eyes&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;When I say you're still the one&lt;br /&gt;You used to be&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me&lt;br /&gt;When I reach out for your hand&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel me&lt;br /&gt;The shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Memories are alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusty air you breathe is making you&lt;br /&gt;Look so much younger&lt;br /&gt;It's like a scene&lt;br /&gt;From a night in the past&lt;br /&gt;Words you said to me still lingers like&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;With reflections of my tearfilled eyes&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in grey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUQ_cFti86c&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1957418784178474675?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1957418784178474675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1957418784178474675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1957418784178474675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1957418784178474675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/withered-serenade_27.html' title='Withered Serenade'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBOFuCP3bmE/Tgi4rmL_AsI/AAAAAAAAFww/2GLMZkgeq-E/s72-c/Spirit%2Bwalk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-9131518207153756376</id><published>2011-06-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:34:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disapear Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntkucIkTvzw/Tgii-tEjhZI/AAAAAAAAFwo/Reyl5g94eCs/s1600/Hybrid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntkucIkTvzw/Tgii-tEjhZI/AAAAAAAAFwo/Reyl5g94eCs/s200/Hybrid.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622923332906354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was my mistake&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I'm the one to blame?&lt;br /&gt;Broken all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you throw the rest away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you cry like a baby&lt;br /&gt;Fly like a bird&lt;br /&gt;I'll shoot you down&lt;br /&gt;And yet no one can save me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only disappear here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I'm in the wrong house&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the wrong room&lt;br /&gt;Some place in someone else's shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn back&lt;br /&gt;I want to shut down&lt;br /&gt;I'll blow away if I breathe out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from sleeping now&lt;br /&gt;Save me from flying out&lt;br /&gt;I disappear here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been your guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I've been your lack of restraint&lt;br /&gt;Apply the perfect pressure&lt;br /&gt;To your sweet subordinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go into your spiral&lt;br /&gt;And gently you're winding me down&lt;br /&gt;So I figure I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Into the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I'm in the wrong house&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the wrong room&lt;br /&gt;Some place in someone else's shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn back&lt;br /&gt;I want to shut down&lt;br /&gt;You'll blow away if I breathe out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from sleeping now&lt;br /&gt;Save me from flying out&lt;br /&gt;I disappear here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, torn, insincere&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch&lt;br /&gt;As you disappear&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSknKIFU7fI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-9131518207153756376?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9131518207153756376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=9131518207153756376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9131518207153756376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9131518207153756376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/disapear-here.html' title='Disapear Here'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntkucIkTvzw/Tgii-tEjhZI/AAAAAAAAFwo/Reyl5g94eCs/s72-c/Hybrid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8349114094622278384</id><published>2011-06-27T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:15:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEl-vCKjBxc/Tgic79m950I/AAAAAAAAFwg/HTSPeqgTiBE/s1600/The%2BBurning%2BHalo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEl-vCKjBxc/Tgic79m950I/AAAAAAAAFwg/HTSPeqgTiBE/s200/The%2BBurning%2BHalo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916688736282434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew over these lands and broke our wings in the flight.&lt;br /&gt;Precipitation so far from salvation to a blinding light of despairing life&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling - my soul is starving.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, this silent call -&lt;br /&gt;With eyes of mist and snow -&lt;br /&gt;This tear of our persistent cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I cry...&lt;br /&gt;How much sorrow can we stand?&lt;br /&gt;How many tears do we have to shred?&lt;br /&gt;We cried, we suffered, we died... over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Desolation sanctified - the walls are closing in.&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection terrified - I see the humans grin.&lt;br /&gt;We cried, we suffered, we died...&lt;br /&gt;We starve ourselves from hope and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Desperation horrified - we made in sickened blood.&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection humanized - they smile with dripping poison.&lt;br /&gt;Creator - believer - deceiver...&lt;br /&gt;Desecrate - devastate - your souls are dead!&lt;br /&gt;The sun will never rise again&lt;br /&gt;Your sun will never rise again&lt;br /&gt;The fading innocence, the dying beauty&lt;br /&gt;A word of light darkens this peaceful night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling - my soul is starving.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, this silent call -&lt;br /&gt;With eyes of mist and snow -&lt;br /&gt;This tear of our persistent cry.&lt;br /&gt;Your wretched empire falls apart...&lt;br /&gt;The signs are shown all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcHBsdnkK4E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8349114094622278384?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8349114094622278384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8349114094622278384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8349114094622278384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8349114094622278384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/dying.html' title='The Dying'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEl-vCKjBxc/Tgic79m950I/AAAAAAAAFwg/HTSPeqgTiBE/s72-c/The%2BBurning%2BHalo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6570666112871266734</id><published>2011-06-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:53:49.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance With The Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnOp-VDxWvI/TgiLaAVLPtI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/MuvHDKPqNG8/s1600/Dance%2BWith%2BThe%2BDevil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnOp-VDxWvI/TgiLaAVLPtI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/MuvHDKPqNG8/s200/Dance%2BWith%2BThe%2BDevil.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622897413653741266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, so many days go by.&lt;br /&gt;Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, crawling across my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't last long, in this world so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nDx8xUJ3II&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6570666112871266734?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6570666112871266734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6570666112871266734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6570666112871266734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6570666112871266734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/dance-with-devil.html' title='Dance With The Devil'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnOp-VDxWvI/TgiLaAVLPtI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/MuvHDKPqNG8/s72-c/Dance%2BWith%2BThe%2BDevil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-980269683875764241</id><published>2011-06-26T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:51:26.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate and Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQPv4wLDUS8/Tgf-MQ8TKbI/AAAAAAAAFwI/x-VV0fexv6Q/s1600/Hate%2BAnd%2BHeartache.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQPv4wLDUS8/Tgf-MQ8TKbI/AAAAAAAAFwI/x-VV0fexv6Q/s200/Hate%2BAnd%2BHeartache.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622742146455120306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to tell you things are bad.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows things are bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's a depression.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job.&lt;br /&gt;The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is,&lt;br /&gt;'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lie&lt;br /&gt;To ourselves&lt;br /&gt;It never changes a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lie to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Never changing&lt;br /&gt;Never changing&lt;br /&gt;A thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine and worry&lt;br /&gt;The demons are watching us, washing lips&lt;br /&gt;I feel sober [?]&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn me and everything&lt;br /&gt;The trials of hate and heartache&lt;br /&gt;Are the martyr of my best days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will destroy it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1RjKGFGXuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-980269683875764241?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/980269683875764241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=980269683875764241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/980269683875764241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/980269683875764241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/hate-and-heartache.html' title='Hate and Heartache'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQPv4wLDUS8/Tgf-MQ8TKbI/AAAAAAAAFwI/x-VV0fexv6Q/s72-c/Hate%2BAnd%2BHeartache.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-2497554176713503832</id><published>2011-06-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:19:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby For The New World Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9ZvaMK3pE/Tgf2iA08N8I/AAAAAAAAFwA/bAru6TIAVwE/s1600/2012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9ZvaMK3pE/Tgf2iA08N8I/AAAAAAAAFwA/bAru6TIAVwE/s200/2012.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733723993388994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a favor to ask, maybe this is a bad time&lt;br /&gt;You know whenever you ask there's never a good time&lt;br /&gt;How do you take your heart out of it?&lt;br /&gt;How can you take your heart out of this?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you stop once you've started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody gave you a choice&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is abuse it&lt;br /&gt;If God he gave you a voice&lt;br /&gt;Then use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to ask if these are the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever you ask why it's never the good times&lt;br /&gt;How will we get ourselves out of it?&lt;br /&gt;How can you take your heart out of this?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you stop once you've started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody gave you a choice&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is abuse it&lt;br /&gt;If God he gave you a voice&lt;br /&gt;Then use it&lt;br /&gt;Just a lullaby for the new world order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oC0mKbshb8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-2497554176713503832?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2497554176713503832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=2497554176713503832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2497554176713503832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/2497554176713503832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/lullaby-for-new-world-order.html' title='Lullaby For The New World Order'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9ZvaMK3pE/Tgf2iA08N8I/AAAAAAAAFwA/bAru6TIAVwE/s72-c/2012.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7204077797638637844</id><published>2011-06-26T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:15:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New World Order (NWO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oai7uot_Z6g/TgfLn_ngCVI/AAAAAAAAFv4/Jt-DQ6z5VIg/s1600/NWO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oai7uot_Z6g/TgfLn_ngCVI/AAAAAAAAFv4/Jt-DQ6z5VIg/s200/NWO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622686547747801426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A One World Government and one-unit monetary system, under permanent non-elected hereditary oligarchists who self-select from among their numbers in the form of a feudal system as it was in the Middle Ages. In this One World entity, population will be limited by restrictions on the number of children per family, diseases, wars, famines, until 1 billion people who are useful to the ruling class, in areas which will be strictly and clearly defined, remain as the total world population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There will be no middle class, only rulers and the servants. All laws will be uniform under a legal system of world courts practicing the same unified code of  laws, backed up by a One World Government police force and a One World unified military to enforce laws in all former countries where no national boundaries shall exist. The system will be on the basis of a welfare state; those who are obedient and subservient to the One World Government will be rewarded with the means to live; those who are rebellious will simple be starved to death or be declared outlaws, thus a target for anyone who wishes to kill them. Privately owned firearms or weapons of any kind will be prohibited." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freedom of Knowledge, The Power of Thought &lt;br /&gt;http://educate-yourself.org/nwo/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To The New World Order (FULL LENGTH FILM) &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gty42YkcSeQ&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7204077797638637844?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7204077797638637844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7204077797638637844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7204077797638637844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7204077797638637844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-world-order-nwo.html' title='The New World Order (NWO)'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oai7uot_Z6g/TgfLn_ngCVI/AAAAAAAAFv4/Jt-DQ6z5VIg/s72-c/NWO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5008973520731468191</id><published>2011-06-26T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:42:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWtyObMi2E/Tge1fqXSgnI/AAAAAAAAFvw/0SQXWYYQp0A/s1600/The%2B13th%2BCondition.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWtyObMi2E/Tge1fqXSgnI/AAAAAAAAFvw/0SQXWYYQp0A/s200/The%2B13th%2BCondition.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622662215347896946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in me flow to misery &lt;br /&gt;Drop to drop spill my tears&lt;br /&gt;Because I am the victim of your worst thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Of your darkest desires&lt;br /&gt;My cry, whisper torn in silence&lt;br /&gt;Wounded are my spirit an my heart&lt;br /&gt;Replete of hate against you&lt;br /&gt;The misery floats in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;And for me is not a relied to cry&lt;br /&gt;The loathing feed by my agony&lt;br /&gt;Makes that my hate becomes in phobia&lt;br /&gt;Becomes in a torn cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the veil of hope, nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the veil of my innocence, ripped dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cry your last mistake&lt;br /&gt;Please, save me to fall into this one&lt;br /&gt;Cold and cruel world&lt;br /&gt;Where born was not my choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my grieved soul flow the tears of my rage&lt;br /&gt;From the hidden place of my spite emerge a tear cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the veil of hope, nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the veil of my innocence, broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fallen angel&lt;br /&gt;The atonement of your sins&lt;br /&gt;You are my nightmares demon&lt;br /&gt;You bring the emptiness to my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCxBOfpYOKY&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5008973520731468191?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5008973520731468191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5008973520731468191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5008973520731468191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5008973520731468191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/torn-cry.html' title='Torn Cry'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWtyObMi2E/Tge1fqXSgnI/AAAAAAAAFvw/0SQXWYYQp0A/s72-c/The%2B13th%2BCondition.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-9024980628455854567</id><published>2011-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:25:48.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYstJwGj75s/Tgex5LamBMI/AAAAAAAAFvo/9vn0yCJMOqE/s1600/Raven%2BLand.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYstJwGj75s/Tgex5LamBMI/AAAAAAAAFvo/9vn0yCJMOqE/s200/Raven%2BLand.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622658255670346946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you fear of the ravens dark&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what they hide, hide within their hearts&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the sorrow within their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear their cries, when the fiddle dies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe, friend of foe, so black upon the moor&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves coloured red, blood of all the dead&lt;br /&gt;Into mist they'll take you soul, they'll take your heart&lt;br /&gt;And none of flames shall burn with the ravens dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven land - mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Raven land - friend of foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering winds from the land of the nevermore&lt;br /&gt;Bringing tales of the dead, dead in times before&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the shadows within the night&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the flames, as the fire dies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe, not a foe, black friend upon the moor&lt;br /&gt;And the leaves coloured red, tears from all the dead&lt;br /&gt;In the mist they keep your soul, they keep your heart&lt;br /&gt;And all of flames shall burn with the ravens dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven land - mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Raven land - friend of foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca17gn7XewA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-9024980628455854567?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9024980628455854567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=9024980628455854567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9024980628455854567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/9024980628455854567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/raven-land.html' title='Raven Land'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYstJwGj75s/Tgex5LamBMI/AAAAAAAAFvo/9vn0yCJMOqE/s72-c/Raven%2BLand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4482573462734956021</id><published>2011-06-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:13:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost To Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PyBQDKHwvY/Tgeu6_dXMBI/AAAAAAAAFvg/aOSlwKeyOVk/s1600/Yours%2Btruly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PyBQDKHwvY/Tgeu6_dXMBI/AAAAAAAAFvg/aOSlwKeyOVk/s200/Yours%2Btruly.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622654988285587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say how long ago was it now&lt;br /&gt;you left and it seemed like &lt;br /&gt;my world would fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling trying to find&lt;br /&gt;something to grip&lt;br /&gt;but I would always fall behind&lt;br /&gt;now I wonder I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I ever find myself&lt;br /&gt;forget about old memories and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;can I ever fight the pain&lt;br /&gt;forget about old promises and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost to solitude through unchosen ways&lt;br /&gt;deemed to be the one &lt;br /&gt;that fights for herself&lt;br /&gt;face the lunacy and sanity will reign&lt;br /&gt;though it's hard because you'll &lt;br /&gt;always feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;now I wonder I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I ever find myself&lt;br /&gt;forget about old memories and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;can I ever fight the pain&lt;br /&gt;forget about old promises and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a frozen heart deep inside&lt;br /&gt;giving up my soul&lt;br /&gt;for the warmth of another&lt;br /&gt;who can I ever be to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I ever find myself&lt;br /&gt;forget about old memories and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I ever find myself&lt;br /&gt;forget about old memories and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;can I ever fight the pain&lt;br /&gt;forget about old promises and lies&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlRO5mFwIjI&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4482573462734956021?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4482573462734956021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4482573462734956021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4482573462734956021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4482573462734956021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-to-solitude_26.html' title='Lost To Solitude'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PyBQDKHwvY/Tgeu6_dXMBI/AAAAAAAAFvg/aOSlwKeyOVk/s72-c/Yours%2Btruly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5324473306880738853</id><published>2011-06-26T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:59:10.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Moor - The Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfWolARn8sA/Tgerpd8eA4I/AAAAAAAAFvY/2FE2Nxtnc84/s1600/Dark%2BMoor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfWolARn8sA/Tgerpd8eA4I/AAAAAAAAFvY/2FE2Nxtnc84/s200/Dark%2BMoor.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651388696593282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With living bright&lt;br /&gt;of harmony&lt;br /&gt;in the still night&lt;br /&gt;of reverie&lt;br /&gt;a single star&lt;br /&gt;when night’s along&lt;br /&gt;suggests the river&lt;br /&gt;the stream song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;The star seems an eye&lt;br /&gt;with a wider scope&lt;br /&gt;which can see the hope&lt;br /&gt;in the soul could fly&lt;br /&gt;would see from the sky&lt;br /&gt;everything can be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Gleams from far&lt;br /&gt;the hopeful lucky star&lt;br /&gt;while waters mix below&lt;br /&gt;no matters where they go&lt;br /&gt;and world is just a chance&lt;br /&gt;with whole significance&lt;br /&gt;in the life&lt;br /&gt;all is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;beneath the star&lt;br /&gt;the river glows&lt;br /&gt;with the sky light&lt;br /&gt;the star just flows&lt;br /&gt;in the fluid night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the soul could fly&lt;br /&gt;would see from the sky&lt;br /&gt;everything can be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI16hV1b65c&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5324473306880738853?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5324473306880738853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5324473306880738853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5324473306880738853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5324473306880738853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/dark-moor-star.html' title='Dark Moor - The Star'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfWolARn8sA/Tgerpd8eA4I/AAAAAAAAFvY/2FE2Nxtnc84/s72-c/Dark%2BMoor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7023205673706505988</id><published>2011-06-26T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:02:14.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUI7F9ld2Cg/Tgjvy5VeByI/AAAAAAAAFxY/0nGRJZxjXJU/s1600/Overflow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUI7F9ld2Cg/Tgjvy5VeByI/AAAAAAAAFxY/0nGRJZxjXJU/s200/Overflow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007792435431202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silent lake under eagle's wings&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting sky and mountains high&lt;br /&gt;Its waters hide some mystery&lt;br /&gt;A plate of stone discovered trace&lt;br /&gt;Leads back to unknown days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a witness in every pile of stones&lt;br /&gt;Every place where they are standing in circles&lt;br /&gt;Silent witness to the past, to times of old belief&lt;br /&gt;When spirits reigned in the mountains alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;Still so many secrets&lt;br /&gt;And so many tales untold remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Their life so different to ours&lt;br /&gt;Though the place we live is the same&lt;br /&gt;So close to natural powers&lt;br /&gt;A land that no one could tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the sacred spring creates a place benign&lt;br /&gt;You feel fine, perceiving the ghosts of the old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Along with chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the threats in a world of regrets&lt;br /&gt;By the soothing of spirits they try&lt;br /&gt;Keep the white death away saving harvest and hay&lt;br /&gt;Let the tempest of demons pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaI2hd2wKIA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7023205673706505988?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7023205673706505988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7023205673706505988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7023205673706505988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7023205673706505988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/velatum.html' title='Velatum'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUI7F9ld2Cg/Tgjvy5VeByI/AAAAAAAAFxY/0nGRJZxjXJU/s72-c/Overflow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-7540678956626592914</id><published>2011-06-26T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:05:50.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crusades - Crescent &amp; The Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBR7mcOusio/TgeC-omdecI/AAAAAAAAFvI/yLW0GM2Pw20/s1600/Crescent%2Band%2Bthe%2BCross.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBR7mcOusio/TgeC-omdecI/AAAAAAAAFvI/yLW0GM2Pw20/s200/Crescent%2Band%2Bthe%2BCross.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622606672357587394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUSADES: CRESCENT &amp; THE CROSS presents the epic battle between two Middle Age superpowers: the Christian Crusaders and the Muslims. Fought over two centuries, the conflict decided the fate of the Holy Land of the Middle East. Only a tiny strip of land, just a few hundred miles long, it contained the ultimate prize, the city of Jerusalem. The documentary is driven by the key personalities of the First, Second and Third Crusades, the popes, kings, sultans and knights who, in the name of God, ruthlessly fought for land and power. Experience the murder, treachery, and bloodshed of this legendary chapter of history throuth the eyes of key historical figures such as Richard the Lionheart and Saladin, King Louis VII and Nur al-Din. With breath-taking CGI-enhanced visuals, heart-pounding reenactments, and stunning footage from rarely-seen locations THE CRUSADES: CRESCENT &amp; THE CROSS brings the first three Crusades alive for a new generation in conflict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusades: Crescent and the Cross. &lt;br /&gt;Full version: pt 1 of 2 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqK-RuntywY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full version: pt 2 of 2 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pOPz5xPFTo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-7540678956626592914?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7540678956626592914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=7540678956626592914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7540678956626592914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/7540678956626592914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/crusades-crescent-cross.html' title='The Crusades - Crescent &amp; The Cross'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBR7mcOusio/TgeC-omdecI/AAAAAAAAFvI/yLW0GM2Pw20/s72-c/Crescent%2Band%2Bthe%2BCross.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-8359898818895873046</id><published>2011-06-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:31:42.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call-New World Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWsMpGHV7-s/Tgd6Ir_cO2I/AAAAAAAAFvA/cxRFvmbCblw/s1600/Woodrow%2BWilson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWsMpGHV7-s/Tgd6Ir_cO2I/AAAAAAAAFvA/cxRFvmbCblw/s200/Woodrow%2BWilson.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622596949461711714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is privately concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men who, even if their action be honest and intended for the public interest, are necessarily concentrated upon the great undertakings in which their own money is involved and who necessarily, by very reason of their own limitations, chill and check and destroy genuine economic freedom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Woodrow Wilson&lt;br /&gt;(1856-1924) 28th US President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1913 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: in his book, The New Freedom: A Call For the Emancipation of the Generous Energies of a People, chapter 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLpWpxJl648&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-8359898818895873046?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8359898818895873046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=8359898818895873046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8359898818895873046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/8359898818895873046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/wake-up-call-new-world-order.html' title='Wake Up Call-New World Order'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWsMpGHV7-s/Tgd6Ir_cO2I/AAAAAAAAFvA/cxRFvmbCblw/s72-c/Woodrow%2BWilson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-4948687490486833932</id><published>2011-06-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:06:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery's Crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo1zXBnqeUI/TgdnAbeTepI/AAAAAAAAFu4/0cRYlGS7B3A/s1600/Misery%2527s%2BCrown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo1zXBnqeUI/TgdnAbeTepI/AAAAAAAAFu4/0cRYlGS7B3A/s200/Misery%2527s%2BCrown.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622575916867877522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All has now been broken&lt;br /&gt;On streets i dare walk&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;I built my fences high&lt;br /&gt;If there was something out there&lt;br /&gt;I've learned not to expect&lt;br /&gt;There's a hundred million reasons&lt;br /&gt;Not to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;Wear misery's crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always in these matters&lt;br /&gt;You broke the deal of deals&lt;br /&gt;And wasted what was given&lt;br /&gt;To revel in your mess&lt;br /&gt;I gave up all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best and failed&lt;br /&gt;There's a thousand million reasons&lt;br /&gt;Never to share again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it all begins&lt;br /&gt;This is how it all begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;Wear misery's crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it all begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now&lt;br /&gt;Go now&lt;br /&gt;Go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring it&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your misery down on me&lt;br /&gt;Wear misery's crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02Plp_bDPPI&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-4948687490486833932?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4948687490486833932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=4948687490486833932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4948687490486833932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/4948687490486833932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/miserys-crown.html' title='Misery&apos;s Crown'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo1zXBnqeUI/TgdnAbeTepI/AAAAAAAAFu4/0cRYlGS7B3A/s72-c/Misery%2527s%2BCrown.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-5315027185301912154</id><published>2011-06-26T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:30:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amaranthine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo_hl3a-GMk/TgdehBuFfpI/AAAAAAAAFuw/C33KfPbXYTU/s1600/Amaranthine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo_hl3a-GMk/TgdehBuFfpI/AAAAAAAAFuw/C33KfPbXYTU/s200/Amaranthine.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622566581285781138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, is the reason why we fight to stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;until the morning comes.&lt;br /&gt;It's a strive,&lt;br /&gt;but a shimmer in your eyes just makes me know.&lt;br /&gt;That you and I belong,&lt;br /&gt;and you can light the dark up by your own.&lt;br /&gt;So let us show the world that love is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sign, like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I needed, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Like a drift, in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is so real,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else in life I ever need.&lt;br /&gt;My dream Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by as day and nights are turning in tilt,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm lying in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;It's the place were I know that I am closest to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;when the darkest hours are upon.&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same as I inside,&lt;br /&gt;it feels like in a dream were we can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sign, like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I needed, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Like a drift, in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is so real,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else in life I ever need.&lt;br /&gt;My dream Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign,&lt;br /&gt;but the shadow in your eyes just lets me know.&lt;br /&gt;You are my Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sign, like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I needed, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sign, like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I needed, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Like a drift, in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is so real,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else in life I ever need.&lt;br /&gt;My dream Amaranthine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3sTYCklCFs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-5315027185301912154?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5315027185301912154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=5315027185301912154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5315027185301912154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/5315027185301912154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/amaranthine.html' title='Amaranthine'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo_hl3a-GMk/TgdehBuFfpI/AAAAAAAAFuw/C33KfPbXYTU/s72-c/Amaranthine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-6455472306589866769</id><published>2011-06-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:57:23.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Gates Of Silent Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oCwCYCeesk/TgdW2qRe3DI/AAAAAAAAFuo/fzZmLoiDLtg/s1600/At%2BThe%2BGates%2BOf%2BSilent%2BMemory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oCwCYCeesk/TgdW2qRe3DI/AAAAAAAAFuo/fzZmLoiDLtg/s200/At%2BThe%2BGates%2BOf%2BSilent%2BMemory.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622558156855893042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life, God grant the years&lt;br /&gt;Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!&lt;br /&gt;Anointing loves, asperging tears&lt;br /&gt;In sanctifying solitude!&lt;br /&gt;That holds my heaven and holds my hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today life that I knew&lt;br /&gt;So sick of all the people&lt;br /&gt;A blind moon over to the window&lt;br /&gt;Where the night has become elizium&lt;br /&gt;For the sleepless souls&lt;br /&gt;And our days to come&lt;br /&gt;You stand with dalila&lt;br /&gt;May be I'll just pass-away&lt;br /&gt;Or may be I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;But I feel alive with you&lt;br /&gt;And I feel some kind of heaven&lt;br /&gt;When I feel deep inside her&lt;br /&gt;I feel some kind of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Hear me&lt;br /&gt;Give me some kind of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such lights she gives as guide my bark;&lt;br /&gt;That holds my heaven and holds my hell.&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Man is so infinitely small&lt;br /&gt;Man is so infinitely great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD1BL5Gab1M&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-6455472306589866769?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6455472306589866769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=6455472306589866769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6455472306589866769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/6455472306589866769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-gates-of-silent-memory.html' title='At The Gates Of Silent Memory'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oCwCYCeesk/TgdW2qRe3DI/AAAAAAAAFuo/fzZmLoiDLtg/s72-c/At%2BThe%2BGates%2BOf%2BSilent%2BMemory.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800301236013513705.post-1996852685328248076</id><published>2011-06-25T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:00:45.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Year 2525</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7cEy4cKBwg/TgZolRP5mUI/AAAAAAAAFug/WAn24sNCZrs/s1600/In%2Bthe%2BYear%2B2525.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7cEy4cKBwg/TgZolRP5mUI/AAAAAAAAFug/WAn24sNCZrs/s200/In%2Bthe%2BYear%2B2525.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622296174313183554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2525&lt;br /&gt;If man is still alive&lt;br /&gt;If woman can survive&lt;br /&gt;They may find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 3535&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie&lt;br /&gt;Everything you think, do and say&lt;br /&gt;Is in the pill you took today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 4545&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You won't find a thing to chew&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 5555&lt;br /&gt;Your arms hangin' limp at your sides&lt;br /&gt;Your legs got nothin' to do&lt;br /&gt;Some machine's doin' that for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 6565&lt;br /&gt;You won't need no husband, won't need no wife&lt;br /&gt;You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of a long glass tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 7510&lt;br /&gt;If God's a-coming, He gonna make it by then&lt;br /&gt;Maybe He'll look around Himself and say&lt;br /&gt;"Guess it's time for the Judgment day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 8510&lt;br /&gt;God is gonna shake His mighty head&lt;br /&gt;He'll either say "I'm pleased where man has been"&lt;br /&gt;Or tear it down, and start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 9595&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive&lt;br /&gt;He's taken everything this old earth can give&lt;br /&gt;And he ain't put back nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been ten thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Man has cried a billion tears&lt;br /&gt;For what, he never knew&lt;br /&gt;Now man's reign is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through eternal night&lt;br /&gt;The twinkling of starlight&lt;br /&gt;So very far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMr3bK1NyQc&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800301236013513705-1996852685328248076?l=elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1996852685328248076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7800301236013513705&amp;postID=1996852685328248076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1996852685328248076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800301236013513705/posts/default/1996852685328248076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elperiodicodonbucho.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-year-2525.html' title='In the Year 2525'/><author><name>Don Bucho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936459971697738682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAbpGnRJVlc/SNsJ1FF4RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zEhbhBZGgxI/S220/Don+Bucho2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7cEy4cKBwg/TgZolRP5mUI/AAAAAAAAFug/WAn24sNCZrs/s72-c/In%2Bthe%2BYear%2B2525.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
