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” How Long Will We Stand Aside And Watch Them Kill Our Profits ? “These Songs Of Freedom, BOB MARLEY

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 “One Love, One heart , I’m pleading to mankind. ”  (B. Marley)


I shall not pass this way again

Stephen Grellet

I expect to pass through this world but once;

any good thing therefore that I can do, or any

kindness that I can show to any fellow-creature,

let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it,

for I shall not pass this way again.



To be or not to be– that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
 And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep
 No more – and by a sleep to say we end
 The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
 For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
 Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
 The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
 And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
 And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[1] 

Shakespeare  ” Hamlet – Act 3, Scene 1″ 



 Mr. Bob Marley




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Poem – ” My Cross To Wear “

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My cross to wear is this love –

that I cannot get rid of

it sits and waits

for me to loose my gait

slow down and feel

it is my cross to wear, to bear


sometimes I just stare.


( I’m in love with the Iceman…)




Pre-Raphaelite paintimg of Ophelia

Example of a typical Pre-Raphaelite Painting: Ophelia, 1851-52. John Everett Millais (1829-1896). Oil on canvas, 1105 x 1458 x 145 mm. Tate Britain, London, UK.

FROM WIKIPEDIA  – Hamlet – by Shakespeare

In Act 4 Scene 7, Queen Gertrude, in her monologue (There is a willow grows aslant the brook), reports that Ophelia had climbed into a willow tree, and then a branch broke and dropped Ophelia into the brook, where she drowned. Gertrude says that Ophelia appeared “incapable of her own distress”. Gertrude’s announcement of Ophelia’s death has been praised as one of the most poetic death announcements in literature.[9]


Shakespeare still speaks to us today…


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This Blog Of Mine – An Ode To My Blog / With A Little Help from Shakespeare

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 Blogging From The Heart/Mind


This other eden, demi=paradise,

This precious stone set in a silver sea of words,

This Blessed Plot,

This earth,

This realm of ideas,

This blog of mine -this little piece of the world.


I highly recommend that if you have something to say blog it, we need every blogger we can get to join the fight to become one world.


Note: The Original follows,


  Shakespeare on England

 This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in a silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Feared by their breed and famous by their birth


[Richard II, 2.1, 40-51]


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