The Lane

The Lane

There is a lane, which has no turning

Just ahead of me always.

There is a lane, which has no turning,

I've searched for it for days and days.

I've walked along the path of life,

Looking for this lovely lane,

But all I've found are curves and turns

And walks across the lonely plain.

If I could find this lane,

They say that has no turning,

Then perhaps I could lay to rest,

This cold and fearful yearning.

They say that if down this lane,

With your love you take a stroll.

Then your life forever changes,

And never again shall you be cold.

©

George Henry Nichols

from the book

‘The Legend of Captain Outrageous’

Zena Zena

ZENA ZENA, behind the bar,

Fairest bar maid in this town by far!

Long blond silky hair,

And you just watch her toss it, here and there.

But let me warn you, yes beware.

OOOh her skin, is such, so fair.

But be for warned, there’s a thin line,

Ooh that smile, its so fine!

I’ve heard is said on the sly,

Zena Zena is an I R S spy!

She will smile at you and serve your drinks

While asking you, “Do your taxes stink?”

“Perhaps your tax man is a fink?”

As the ice hits the glasses. Plink! Plink!

Be careful how you reply.

She makes notes of all the lies.

Asking you, “a drink do you will to buy?”

For the young lady sitting next to you, Oh my!

I’m warning you now, it could be a trap.

Perhaps your telephone she will tap,

As your demise she will map!

Just to put a feather in her hat.

So if you run across her sea green eyes,

And her smile makes your soul fly,

Chances are, Its ZENA! The I R S Spy’

With blond silky hair, ooh I can’t deny.

Z E N A is written right on her butt!

So if you See it! About your taxes, you’d better clam up!

And tell your friends to keep there mouth shut!

Or ZENA and the I R S just may kick your butt!

Fairest bar maid in the town by far,

Is ZENA ZENA – behind the bar! ©

March 10^th, 1991

George Henry Nichols

About the First of June

What I like, come ‘bout the first of June,

I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon!

When the birds are flying, upon the sky,

And along with them my heart soars high.

A heat that comes with a summer’s day,

A heat like you’ll never feel in May.

The long stem roses that reach up high,

You’d almost think, they’d touch the sky.

The grass that covers the graveyards in town,

And covers those that fill the ground.

As I remember those buried there,

And all their Junes, and how they cared.

The bugs are many, as they buzz about,

Some buzz too low and feed the trout.

The trees are green, with leaves anew,

Filled with birds and there families too.

The fire flies come out as evenin’ nears,

Yes, the beauty of June, I’m moved to tears.

For on the rise we fine the moon,

And it’s glow will fill the night of June.

And the lazy days will come to me,

And find me down upon my knees.

Giving thanks to God, I’m wise and smart,

I’m no longer young, but young at heart.

Along the beaches where the seagulls play,

I fine myself wadding this fine June day.

As the earth cools, as evening grows,

Nectar in the flowers begins to flow.

I think of a girl I use to know,

And how in June she use to glow.

As evening closes on this fine June day,

I almost forget, I’m made of clay.

As the young girls, like flowers bloom,

These are the things I like, come the first of June,

And I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon.

©

George Henry Nichols 

Yes, You're on Your Own

This is a follow up on “The Individual alone is accountable.’

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-individual-alone-is-accountable-to.html

Otherwise you’re on your own…

And that’s what it meant. And if you Starved to death, well too bad about you… The country was yours… with nobody telling you nothing,,, It was up to you… This is why the people came here…. along with a promise to be treated fairly under the law… “In God we Trust.”

I want you to know starvation has never been part of the American experience… There are a few stories, but they were few and far between. Now we went hungry and had lean times, but we didn’t starve…

We never ran around naked; never in our history did we fail to clothes the naked…

Never were the American people at a lack of information. Information flowed freely, by whatever means were available at the times.

Keep in mind the rules… You can’t be stealing from each other…

If you can’t steal from me, then by default, I have the right to possess. I am my own kingdom… I am sovereign. This is the very foundation of capitalism… Thou shall not steal. What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours… and that’s the way it is. Regardless of what that is? That’s the way it is.

 Now, what is the first test of ownership? The ability to sell it or trade it at will. 

Get it… At will… “Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness. This touches on the second commandment, please refer to my paper    You shall not take the name of your Lord thy God in vain.

 http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-shall-not-take-name-of-your-lord.html

Now… With all men equal under the law…???... This had a profound effect… Because the highest ranking person in the country was the Patriarch… The head of the family… Each man was sovereign…  This was in recognition of the first commandment….

Please refer to my paper on the first commandment…

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/07/first-commandment.html

For under the God, on which we base our law, under this God alone, you are sovereign.  

And the commandment, Honor thy father and thy mother… Establishing the family (woman) as the foundation of the culture

Now, are you beginning to see, the American philosophy, the American Ideals are rooted in logic, in truth… That’s why they worked… They have a foundation, they stand on bedrock… Something on which any man could build. In one word, ‘Freedom…’ as defined not by man, but by God… An unshakable definition in the contract with the people, government administers to the Law, but is not the Law… The Law is above man… 

The second test of ownership, are you willing to defend it…

Do you really own something if you’re not willing to claim it, record it and defend it? Who do you trust to insure this ownership? The power of government lies in the hands of the people, because the people are the government… And if this not be the case? The people have the right to correct it. All men are equal under the law. Not under the majority, under the law. Including ministers of the law. Thus you have the right, without question… to own and bear arms…  Because your security is your business… Do you know who’s watching the wall? Really..? Never give up your guns, God gave you those guns…. Make good use of them…

You can’t be murdering each other… But… It is not government’s role to protect you… It is government’s role to hold the murderer accountable. You murder somebody, we murder you back… Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth… Who is government? You… You deal with problems locally… You hunted him down…You hung him…. In your courts… and you recorded it…

But what about mistakes???

What about them? “In God we trust.” We are who we are… Liberty is dangerous… Nobody ever points that outs… Remember… True liberty, is the willingness to die for it. If you are not willing to die for your freedom, than you are by default slaves.  “Give me liberty, or give me death…”

Liberty is dangerous… You have to be willing to defend what’s yours… If every man defends what’s his… than every man is defended. So goes the country…. This is what brought us peace within our boarders…

You can’t be fucking our wives and raping ours daughters. The woman is the building block of family and community… She is a man’s prize, pride and inspiration. She is kingdom… She is what we defend. Why? Because she is a gift from God to man… She is worth defending.

…    Please refer to my paper ‘Girls = Liberty.’

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/05/yes-i-am-male-chauvinist.html

Lie at your own risk… The very bedrock of the American Judicial Ideal is, “You shall not bear false witness,” for “In God we trust.” Without this central idea… Without God as foundation of law…Justice can not be found… Truth above all else, should prevail… And if you be caught lying..? Well… Justice delayed is justice denied.

Don’t hustle a buck a Sunday… Don’t be anal about it… Just don’t hustle a buck on a Sunday… We used to close down on Sunday in honor of God, “In God we Trust” who is the foundation of American freedom… A day when the whole country can take a breath… and each kingdom say… “Lord, grant me another week.” And from Sunday to Sunday we lived and built a nation… Don’t hustle a buck on a Sunday… 

Don’t be pissin’ & moanin’ ‘bout what the other fellow has…(This is the very bedrock of happiness, if you can find this place, it means you have come to terms with who and what you are, and you are satisfied and pleased with what God has done and is doing for you in your life). The Pursuit of Happiness… Liberty.

So… Indeed in this country you are on your own, and food, sleep and sex are your responsibility, and in return… you were sovereign.

So you see the American Ideal is rooted in “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…”   This God is the authority behind our law, the foundation of our traditions. We are a representative republic, not a democracy.  This is a fact no one is willing to admit to today… and I wonder why? For “In God we trust.”

If you believe in the lie of Evolution and deep time, then you have none of the above. You are not an American…

George Henry Nichols

Women A Lost Identity

Women; A lost identity…

Our women, you gals out there, have been lied to. No if’s, No and’s and No but’s.

In 1920 women won the vote.

With the help and encouragement of the Republican Party, in the late fifties and early sixties, the blacks became a voting force. What happened? The Democratic Party moved in, bought them off and turned them into a voting block.  Now, doesn't that kind of sum up the battle?

I reiterate, in 1920 Women won the Vote. Not the Democratic Party, not the Republican Party, Women. Who voted to give them the vote??? Hummm…??? Men… It was all men. Men who represented the men who ran this country. And who was it did this??? Women… Real, honest to God, women…  

Now don’t you think somebody would have moved in and tried to make you a voting block? But women have a sixth sense, and they can spot a scoundrel.

Then came the feminist, and instead of trying to buy you, they said ‘We will Empower you.’ And they did, by turning you into men, thus stripping you of all your power as a woman, (Including your sixth sense, which they told you was a myth).  The power that won women the vote…

Girls, girls everywhere; but too many men and not enough women.

You can’t change nature… But screw with it enough, and you’re extinct.

America, we need our women back, you are our reason and inspiration. You are why we want to be prosperous, you are why we are willing to fight, and in you we find our earthly motivation to be free.

Remember, it was woman who won the vote…

May God Bless you All…

George Henry Nichols

Teenage Girl from Wales Speaks out on Election

Am not surprised.  But am deeply disappointed.

However.  Will say it again - "Never, NEVER underestimate the stupidity of the American people."

But, you also get what you ask for.

Well, at least the blacks won't be burning down all the cities as they threatened to do if he lost.

Tried not to think about it all day, it was difficult.  Actually began to get physically sick.  No, didn't cry but had many sessions of disgust.  It was like losing a friend.

America is no longer the country I knew when visiting, its people strangers to be avoided.

Though my everyday life will continue over here, have made two vows (decisions which are irrevocable).

In short.

Never again will I step foot on USA soil.  To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  His sad stories and harrowing experiences are now coming to life before my eyes in present day America.  The "in-your-face" lies, corruption, deceit, control, loss of individuality, fear of government, media manipulation, corruption of the public education system (turning that institution into indoctrination centers), confiscation of property and personal freedoms, denigration of religion (a higher authority), pitting groups against groups, having as many people dependent on the largess of government, among numerous other adversities, were normal.  Seems these are the "new" normal in USA.

The freedom loving nations and peoples of the world can no longer depend on America.  In fact, it seems America has become their adversary.

I would not feel safe in the USA.

Unfortunately, I, also, now look at Americans in a different way.  And it is not a pretty picture.

In addition, I cannot ever again be fooled by so-called experts (pundits), especially those on talk radio which I (used to) listen to such as Limbaugh, Hannity, Levin, etc.  The Republican Party (the loyal opposition) are idiots.  No other word describes them better.  And those "knowledgeable" phonies such as  Dick Morris, Charles Krauthammer, Ann Coulter, Carl Rove et al. just love to hear themselves pontificate. 

Please, do not write back with a pep talk. Am finished thinking about it. America deserves what it wants.

In lieu of all this, it would be ludicrous to ask you to watch all those videos I've been sending. They are, what, "farcical ??" You have other things to be concerned about and better use of your time. You don't believe all this stops here, do you?? In the society America has now become, every member of the "opposition" will be under scrutiny. That means, among others, members of the Tea Party. Everything you have uttered, blogged, twittered, or e-mailed will be examined. You may be cavalier about all this saying, "I've been investigated before, bring them on." They now have power and methods you wouldn't believe. And nobody (willing or able) to stop them. Take a lesson from history.

Another item. As with the patterns of the past, within a couple of years, Obama will be (figuratively) be raised toSainthood by his supporting media and followers.

Hope nobody does anything stupid.

OK - don't want to write anymore.©

And My response to her...

Shake it off darling, this is my burden to bare. Even though what you say hurts me deeply, you speak the truth. My Lord said, ‘seek the truth and it shall set you free.’ So I neither deny nor turn away from what you say, instead I embrace it as the truth and will tailor my battles as such.

As you say, I am disappointed and deeply sadden, but am not surprized. You cannot murder your babies wholesale and expect the Lord not to allow their revenge. And how corrupt can you become when mothers are capable of murdering their own children before they are even born. You cannot have a great nation without great women, for they are the foundation on which man builds. 

I lost respect for Ann Coulter a while back, never did care for Hannity. Levin is a true patriot, Limbaugh is brilliant, but makes one huge mistake, something I noticed a long time ago, he leaves God out of the picture, and you can't do that. When you leave God out of the picture, it just doesn't quite ring true. (Remember, I said I was Catholic because I believe in the authority, not because of the so-called catholic’s that surround me). And if you have read my blog, then you understand that I do not leave God out of the picture, and for this I will pay a price. As in the words of Patrick Henry, ‘give me liberty, or give me death.’ 

I have to continue to fight, it is my duty, I have no choice. To not fight is not to be a man. To turn away is to be no more than another wolf in the pack or sheep in the herd. I am neither. ©

Your Friend

George Henry Nichols  

I Shall not Pass this Way Again

I shall not pass this way again-

Although it bordered be with flowers.

Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

And hear the singing

Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer's green and winter's snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

Though beauties heighten,

And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain,-

I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,

And let me listen as I go

To music rare

That fills the air;

And let hereafter

Songs and laughter

Fill every pause along the way;

And to my spirit let me say:

“O soul be happy: soon tis trod,

The path made thus for thee by God.

Be happy thou, and bless His name

By whom such marvelous beauty came."

And let no chance by me be lost

To kindness show at any cost.

I shall not pass this way again;

Then let me now relieve some pain,

Remove some barrier from the road,

Or brighten some one's heavy load;

A helping hand to this one lend,

Then turn some other to befriend.

o God, forgive

That now I live

As if I might, sometime, return

To bless the weary ones that yearn

For help and comfort every day,-

For there be such along the way. O God, forgive that I have seen

The beauty only, have not been

Awake to sorrow such as this;

That I have drunk the cup of bliss

Remembering not that those there be

Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o'er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end,--;,

For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

Then, 0, one day

May someone say-

Remembering a lessened pain-

"Would she could pass this way again."

Eva Rose York

T'is a Rose

A most beautiful thing,

                                                         

Tis the Rose.

                  

Among the thorns there,

She is posed.

                  

                   A most daring thing,

                                                          Yes, I suppose,

To reach in there, and

                                     

                                      Pick the Rose.

©

George Henry Nichols

Katy

Katy darling Katy how brilliant are your eyes?

All aglow with wonder and teaming with surprise!

Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy!  Please take me to the mall.

For I hear there is a contest, Yes, its beauty that they call.

My hair is fine with waves of blonde, my eyes are clear and bright.

And you and Mom have always said, I have something of angelic Light.

Please take me to the mall my father, please take me right away.

For they’re having a call of beauty, They’re having it right today.

I will walk upon the runway father, and toss my fine blonde hair,

And at the judges my eyes I’ll bat, as though I haven’t got a care.

So take me to the mall my father, your pretty little girl,

And I will make you proud of me, as brilliant as a pearl

.

My father? He sighs and moans and drinks a ton of Mylanta.

For my beauty is now known from Semi Nole to Atlanta!

And he says to me “my beautiful pearl, I have a mighty hard old stick,

And any boys who look at you, Their asses I will Kick! ©

George Henry Nichols 

Things My Mother Said

My Mother always told me, you will know her on first sight,

You will look into her eyes and you will see a light.

She said to me, that light you see, is deep within her soul.

And only you can see this light, this is what she told.

She will know it when you see her, she will know it in her soul.

This is what my Mother said, this is what she told.

Can you imagine the way I felt, when first this light I saw,

For it seemed in the larger scheme of things, I drew the shorten straw.

I tried and tried to make you see, the things my Mother told.

I tried and tried to make you feel, my eyes upon your soul.

Then came the day, I went away, so I thought that light would pass.

Perhaps in the Newer World, I'd find a fairer lass.

Not a day went by, that I didn't see that light,

It shone on me like the moon above, each and every night.

I've worked at it I'll have you know, to make it go away.

I even went to sea, you see, and rode the lonely bay.

For sailors they will tell you, the sea wipes clean the slate.

And you will love the ship your on, yes, you will be her mate.

But then the moon, it rose, a shimmering on the sea

But then the moon, it rose, bringing you to me.

I promise I will find you, for I saw the light within your soul.

And only I can see this light, this is what my Mother said, this is what she told.

                                       George Henry Nichols

                                          Easter Sunday 1667

                                                                                         ©

She was a Phantom of Delight

She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;

Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful dawn;

A dancing shape, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,

A spirit, yet a woman too!

Her household motions light and free,

And step of virgin liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food,

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene

The very pulse of the machine;

A being breathing thoughtful breath,

A traveler between life and death;

The reason firm, the temperate will,

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

A perfect woman, nobly planned

To warn. to comfort. and command;

And yet a spirit still, and bright

With something of angelic light.

William Wordsworth

April 7,1770 - April 23, 1850