Aristotle Onassis

After a certain point, money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts.

Find a priest who understands English and doesn't look like Rasputin.

I have no friends and no enemies - only competitors.

If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.

The more you own, the more you know you don't own.

The secret of business is to know something that nobody else knows.

To succeed in business it is necessary to make others see things as you see them.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

A wise man if there ever was such a thing!!! No wonder Jackie married him.. Get a clue guys really... I mean where HAVE all the men gone...

Just a thought...

Life gets summed up in the four letter EIIE and in that order..

Evoke Involve Inspire Evolve

Women of the world, Unite! You have nothing to lose but your shackles!

Bearing the sign of the cross
Has never been easy for the circle
Being branded with possibility in her lower body
Has never been easy for the woman
Layers and layers
Of the thickest maquillage or greasepaint
Still do not cover up
The grave imperfections of the gaze.
The gaze that follows her
The gaze that binds her
To make her stiletto
A limitation
To make her endowment
A source of hesitation.

Long has she borne
Every burden as her own
Long have these masses
Turned against her; their own.
Flesh and blood of hers
Is what they’re made of
And yet
She’s the one they condemn
At city squares they stone.

Suffer not in silence o woman
Believe!
Your shackles are lashes and whips
Crack them every which way you feel
You can make a difference
You can be the change
You created the world
Your end will be its end.

Shying away from yourself
Never was the answer
If your mother told you so
It was because she knew better.
Your body is your weakness
Your weakness is your strength
Come lay down your weapons
Your war doesn’t really need them.

Flying’s not the peacock’s job
Looking pretty’s not the emu’s
So says the law of the world
But never for a second think
It’s true!

Come,
Leave your men and children behind,
Your juicer and your toaster behind
Being in love is for teenagers
Sprout your wings
Let’s go fly!

The Lily's Pall

While the mourners’ wails
Echo through the wind’s howls
Inconsolable voices rising from the shore
Taller peaks than the roaring waves
Consuming all in their unchangeable fate

The lily stands pale and white
Starkly against the morbid hues
Of the deal of death dealt out by life
Creeping icily up; freezing even fright.

The lily stands
Pale and white
Nobility or loss of sense
It’s hard to define.
My eyes dwell upon her loving gaze
That looks out over yonder haze.
Unsmiling yet in perfect peace
At the very rocks where
Her life ceased to breathe.
My own heart then skips a beat
Is this how life comes to be?

The lily stands there
Pala and white
As though in wait of a glorious fate
A life among the highest highs
Or as lovers great; a life denied.

The Evil of Man

While oft I have lain,
Vacant of thought
Devoid of pain
There have been so many
Moments when
Comprehending
The evil of man
has been my aim

Full-blooded nights
Followed by torrential rain
Hell’s fury belittled
By the bosom storm
Like autumn leaves
Inhibitions shed
Graduating from grief to vengeance
As from the cradle to the bed

The Ages of Man
Have come and gone
Summer’s children
Come winter; they’re gone.
The light of a thousand suns
Fading my dark skin
Paling into insignificance, finally
Bowing to my sins.