söndag 22 september 2013

Amazing poem, by Israel Goodman Young?

If you can keep your head
when all about you
Are losing theirs
and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself
when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too

If youcan wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, donä't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good
nor talk too wise...

If you can Dream and not make Dreams your master
If you can Think amnd not makethoughts your aim
IOf you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same,
If you can bear yto hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or Watch the things you gave, your Life to, broken,
And stook and build 'em up with worn nout Tools

If you can make one heap of all your Writings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
And lose and start again at your beginnings
And never Breathe a Word about your loss
If you can force your jheart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Excvept the Will which says to them; 'Hold on!...'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with kings
nor - lose the common touch

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men Count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgining minute
with sixty seconds Worth a distance run,
yours is the Earth and Everything that is in it
And which is more - you'll be a Man, my son...


This poem, written obviously by a genius, is named If..... and, the most important thing about the title, are the five dots which follows it.


'dess mera jag lär känna människan - dess mera uppskattar jag hunden' Charles de Gaulle
Med detta uttalande menar de Gaulle, att dess mera han lär känna frimurarsällskapets satanister, benämnde utav sig själva som 'människor', dess mera uppskattar han samhällets mentala slavar, vilka dessa benämner 'hundarna', alltså, de som icke tjänar frimureriets svarta intressen.

Alla dessa dikter fann jag vid caféet Tårtan på Hornsgatspuckeln, jag har inte skrivit dem själv.


Izzy Young, jovial - when people pretend to know you
cause - at the Point - could manipullating their minds...

your name, as dangerous as Cobra Eyes...

when it holds you
black - sionist - magic - makes you blind...

don't deal in lies
in a perverse supposition - that everyone wants to use your fame,
to avoid being  blamed
the one - lacking in shame
becomes a psychopat
how could you - as unmercyful to others
be saved from Allahs Wrath?


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