Saturday, January 11, 2014
TribaL TattoO
Tattooing has been practiced for centuries in many cultures and spread throughout the world....
Many tattoos serve as rites of passage, marks of status and rank, symbols of religious and spiritual devotion, decorations for bravery, sexual lures and marks of fertility, pledges of love, punishment, amulets and talismans, protection, and as the marks of outcasts, slaves and convicts....
So Here I present you a very famous Tribal tattoo...
Many tattoos serve as rites of passage, marks of status and rank, symbols of religious and spiritual devotion, decorations for bravery, sexual lures and marks of fertility, pledges of love, punishment, amulets and talismans, protection, and as the marks of outcasts, slaves and convicts....
So Here I present you a very famous Tribal tattoo...
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My Materpiece ©
This Is what I call a Masterpiece.......
The KING !!
The Almighty.
Enjoy the tattoos with this beautiful poem.....
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
The KING !!
The Almighty.
Enjoy the tattoos with this beautiful poem.....
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#sivpLYvBlgb8MCZj.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/w/the_tiger.html#2sazD0QMiRGuAdlE.99
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