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A kick in the pants? Many of us firmly need this making more of less should be the goals of everyone now. Complainers really do need to be Boldy begone . If complaining got us any where , it’s in the state we are in now. Not all of us, some are heading towards the light of moving ahead . The others well guess they don’t like change.Even though change has to come things are different from when not that long ago. The leaders of this ofcourse will be crucified. Any one who leads real change gets crucified.No history lesson here its been a fact in our past. To help the less fortunate seems to become a sin and not a noble cause, even in a certain book many and I do many hold so dear.Guess if it fits their vision then it’s ok. Sin morally can be washed away with enough boldness . A few trickles of pennies and whoosh its all better. Noble is the ones who stick to change and pay the price, financial reward seldom comes towards the one who walk this path that is not even traveled. So the ones w

If Ladders were Octagons Climbing would be much simpler Seeing what it means to come full circle would have more meaning Eight steps instead of a never ending challenge The Jones would have to move Of course remembering where you started would be much easier Down side could end up going round and round Greed though would become some ancient story of how inhumane we were For we may find a point and stop and enjoy one self Instead of waiting for the so called golden years to fall off the table Envy would be a minor fear Bits and pieces would be more than enough Could this all be something? Breaking the norm would be in the box Outside the box only be enlightening Being on a point may clear up the division Talk about unity octagons are all connected If Ladders were octagons

Look at the reflection through the tinted mirrors Different not really , hidden the human text Reluctant voice In acronyms Safe from the emotion of sound Only tapping the digital stone A siren in code Shades in reply Gotta gotta hear their text It’s the modern window way to the soul Whether driving, visiting friends or work Life or death could be in these condense feelings in letters It’s no biggie , rude is only if it’s not answered Beep and chime there is no waiting line Shades for the attention

Sitting here with my coffee , wondering about how modern mythical being get hammered on. Take the vampires , for like forty years they have been getting overly humanized ,from the count on Sesame Street to now the Twilight series. If I was a vampire I would be clammering for somekind of a Law of discrimination. To think vampires have souls, or think they can fall in love with their food source.Even yet a vegetarian. Oh would'nt civil right lawyers have a field day with this . In reality must be a loss in romance, so lets see novels and movies about the lack of romance from real people. I guess when you get hooked on fun you lose sight of having the side of romance that's a bit serious. So maybe the problem is in how many many look for the fun side of life and have trouble focusing on serious side of romance.Fantasy is just that fantasy , there is nothing wrong with it but lets stop taking mojo from the beings that are suppose makes us fear things, that can be fun also plus they

Being in gravity sideways To bring a star within a tingle of skin Admire a rose with blindness With whispers so soft Screaming would only be silence Love become wisdom As grows a redwood Pain equals twenty four seven Apple tree blossoms dance Sleeping while awake Dreams only sail here Chills in a heat wave Many go down and up Most go in a circle Few go forward Reaching for a touch of a star The fall moving forward Being in gravity sideways

Emotions has become thinking Logic has become a sin Lies are so huge people have become believers Sadness for ones who are in the middle Anger has become the compassion of many Compass in a spinning frenzy With opinions becoming facts They said we said for who is really right Found and lost is only a charismic icon Ideas to help many Enemy of the state has been issued Come to gel if we want war Shame has become the chic way to be someone Compete for the lost Gotcha edit to prove who you are We are the fools , mind is not a uselss organ Found and lost truth for who thinks

Demands crippled with image Wants to the grave Existence lost in last month's edition Wondering what the problem is with everyone else Need becomes lost in the desires Fizzled out candles Fantasy reality comes home Little nip tuck and its better Love only with looks, heart is only to be broken Don't look in the eyes Have the eyes look at love Mind is an accessory Fantasy reality blind to life

Traveling I-95 south from Bangor to home this evening in a thunder shower. Enjoying my coffee and a chocalate chip cookie , I saw many flashes in the distance then on the out skirts of the town called Newport . The rain got a bit heavey then like an instant flash , It was hard t ojudge going at the speed i was going, but if it wasn't twenty feet it was two hundred feet away. First it was like the cars in front of me stopped for a split second and with the north bound lane also .Sipping my ride home coffee it sent adreneline so quick through my body and like looking at the sun for a split second, like a camera flash blindness. Then the sonic bomb through the car felt like I was hit by something. with the windows up i still kind of felt the concusion. I  was able to save my coffee , oh yeah was able to stay on the road . But I will say , it was too close for comfort , I still have some jitters though a steady hand for my coffee. Think nature almost Gazeebatnauted me....

In this dream It all began with my recipe for alfredo sauce , all the customers loved it. By the way I do cook for a living so its not too far out my realm. Compliments were abound in this dream, then it seemed like a few days later a gentleman arrived at the restaurant I work at. He was a local bar and grill owner, his business is on the shady part of the business , but he loved the sauce so much he offered me a head cooking job. Telling me he would give me big money and advertise me and my special recipe . We seemed to talk for hours and hours. I ofcourse finally woke up for work and seemed really thoughtful of this dream. I tend to remember atleast one dream every few nights of sleep, this one has stuck with me though. For the new place I work at , I did introduce the alfredo sauce we are using now. Dreams do come half true it seems. Though nobody has comei n and said hey would you like to work for me? yet .I do like to cook and ofcourse eat , but do serve others is always nice too

This may now seem to fit the gazeebanaut theme. It will. For this is a solution to lifes stress. For some anyways when everything seems to fall apart, coffee chocalate seems to be good medicine for a simple pleasure. A good Mars Bar and a good Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts coffee does the trick.Ofcourse a good conversation will do the trick nicely.I wonder if one day something else will come along and make us realize simple stuff is the best way. Many of us are guilty of making simple stuff complicated .why? Ego's feelings , strong believer egos are our alter self and if its strong it tends to take over at times . Sub consciously we do know this, I think thats why coffee and chocalate can keep in check. Oh yes a good chocalate chunk cookie with coffee is a great alternative.If anyone thinks about this , it may have some truths. May be just my ego not having uits coffee and chocalte talking this right now so be ware.

  Some words get used way too often , like if everything is great .What would be better than great? Super?   Excellent?   Not sure here,   neither   am I. Maybe we need to get down to great. Or come up with a new word , oh let’s say   specrrific could cross the word spectacular with terrific , call it a super word. I think this would work   like write now I’m   in a writeage mode . Simply put this isn’t great but there is nothing like sharing and do like punching the keys here . Do hope we get more readage here. I guess the words will always get over used it is part of our culture and persona. Love gets over used also , the word that is if we all used the true meaning of love we would all be better off. I know the world without great would be well mediocre at best. Lookage could be even reading this , or looking at the beautiful night sky , clickage well being a little computer savvy you already   know what that’s about. For now ill leave ya with getting down to great for giving yo

Sometimes talking with older people can be enlightening.Few weeks ago talked with a regular customer where I work . A very quiet but interesting older gentleman. He served in the navy in world war II. he did his three years , and never looked back. He was on a med evac , I'm not sure if that was  the correct term but he was there on D Day at the ripe old age of eighteen. he saw a lot more than me and probably ten other people my age for after he served in the Europe campaign , they shipped him and his fellow crew to the Asian campaign .We talked a little more for he seemed not to want to talk about that. he did show me a youthful picture of himself . The years have been good to him at eighty four . Then he showed me a pic of a beautiful woman  It was his deceased wife she had been gone ten years . they were married for like 60 years . He hesitated looking at her photo, and by his body language till this day loves her more than any thing else in this world , from me being a guy it w

The beaten path seems safely uninteresting Many love to take it....with pride on their shoulders Ability to fit in nicely,shaken but not stirred Love is like this under a hung jury Showered in good intentions Quirky is the rest,unreasonable expectations they say As shadows creep upon the incomplete Slip slide, get a grip Nails of swollen fingers grab hard Umbilical cord fallen in the midst In shortness of sight could this really help? Indeed the conscious thought ties the knot of the noose Truth ....Incomplete stand the one

 Oh gazeebanaut , say it with a smile. Many times life throws little mishaps.Sometimes we just need to say this. Like when expectations times are high goals , but where you land though is much lower no sense on getting depressed just let it go with a smile and say it out loud Gazeebanaut!!! Lemons will always be around and people like to kick ya when you are down.Lick them wounds have Coke or a Pepsi . With some luck you will be smiling after you think about this word. Day like today for instance it was a industrious day , pizza was flying out the doors ,for like six hours and customers kept asking how do you deal with the heat and i just say Oh well Gazeebanaut and ofcourse a silly smile came on their face .Problably thought i was crazy but hey you just gotta say it.

Microsoft: Windows 7 tablets coming in months | Hardware | silicon.com Will there be a day five to ten years from now we will be telling the younger crowd .I remember when it all started the tablet wars. They may look at us and when we tell them that we had to get up and change the channel on the television .Telephones was connected to the walls unless you were somewhat well to do , you could have them on a desk or coffee stand. Now with tablets or Ipads, you literally be connected to web where ever you go. I personally can't wait till i save enough for one of these. Maybe Microsoft isn't on the ropes after all. Maybe there is a smaller company that will come along and dominate this market in the future , but in the next few months we will see the Microsoft answer to the ipad .With hopes this won't be a feeble attempt like the Kin phones, Smarter phones did exist and already dominate that .

  The little was big enough to want Many silly reasons to not give in Only one reason to strive for it Loneliness with only coffee as a friend The refinement of being alone with paper and ink Seemed really to be enough The world is not the same At least an area to exist in Coffee the good friend Always there, always robust and accepting Apology with cream With a sweetener being the mediator Triangle of friends, while paper and ink honors the dance So loyal, passionately heated Complexity with the simplest of stirring Only ground rule, once is enough Laying the heart down on ink paper Losing only spacious thoughts in random letters Yes passion in a cup, making relation in stone on paper Coffee washing the loneliness down away from the beats of the sips Flowing gently over the lips Warmth to hide the loneliness away 

Should a mind wander far in to the imagination? Can dreaming be a constructive tool or a barrier? Maybe to keep one young at heart these are healthy tools. Ironically many do castrate others for this .To walk in a child’s imagination for short periods of time. Can’t be all bad. This may cause you to be more constructively creative. A healthy way it looks like too many. Happiness may be this way , doesn’t mean to be completely child like. Take the walk, go back in time when you were small and remember when sticks were swords or wands. A few sheets and some pieces of old plywood was your space craft. When looking at the stars meant, I wonder if I could go and touch the star one day. Then into the imaginary space ship and off you went. When small trees became a kingdom. The child like passion was only the limit of what your mind could come up with. To capture these days when you become older would be in itself very magical.

A picture without paper Untouchable with flesh Held with the passion of traanquility The heart beats fast......then beats slow Sigh......that moment is remembered Sadness falls when tears remembers the beauty Then in a moment ....could of ....should of is asked Promises came late Commitments slipped the icy mind Where? Why? How? Aged like wine,will it get better? Moving around finding peace Timeless moment catches meaning Less being more at times Simple ones seem to be the most important A simple note, piece of music Hold these dear to ones soul

This is to me a silly thing to blog about . I do have to say the Snack Pack Blueberry Muffin Pudding is very tasty. I tend to look for the simple things in life . Whether it is food or nature or people. These are all unique . Maybe its really enjoying what this world has to offer , Not usually a pudding fan. If anything more of a Chocalate nut.Give me a Snickers or a Mars and of course the classic  Hershey's bar can make me more happy then any pill. Maybe Im writing this to show the human side of this blog. I would be so honored if you read this and just leave a quick comment , just be respectful my only stipulation. The pudding was a very nice reward for a long day cooking It was very brutal today, must of been 100 degrees Fahrenheight there. maybe its my age but knowing i had my pudding waiting home for me really did sooth heat.On the way home thought about smart cellphones , a hoping thought would be you hit a an app and your beer of pop or even a candy bar would appear for you

Will there be a day when smart phones will project the person you are talking too be projected as if they were standing next to you. Maybe scientists and tattoo artists will be able to embedded the smart phone you want in your skin . Maybe when your phone rings , you speak your ring tone . Texting will be tapping on a flat surface . What a rush this will be , 10 years ago it was hard to believe that you could literally have something the size of a pack of cigarettes , become such a tool , a movie device a information center , what will the next ten years bring. I know 3D is getting huge with movies and TV’s . I do really think one day when someone calls you can hologram them next to you . Let’s hope they aren’t in the shower as to when they are hologram while you are driving. Of course there will be new laws .

Craving the nights of sleep Desperately floating like butterflies Irony ....lack of trust for rest From shadows of reason lights go on Sand white with gentle ocean waves Would the ocean be as if the earth needed sleep? Reckless is wasted in a moment of reason Minutes to crave rest Kissed by the lady of peace Sandman wanders through the night With ideas of reason slowly makes the way Pen to a contract it's agreed Could this be fallacy? Little to the reason Laziness to the rest Kindness are the words in sleep Could this be one of many dreams ? Lunatic on a fringe walking the ocean Rest with a reason

To Inhale to exhale Could it be the air? Or inside the soul Tell me where fear lives The hand open , like wings of an eagle Could it be there? With finger pointed , it wasn’t the sky Left , right on the axis Tempered is the soul Fearless the 54321 , cant be halted Make me shake you say, with in ink you did Believe the mighty , are you willing to pay? Fortified with multiple choices, silent we breathe With an exhale we are granted An inhale we are none of the above