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A nailing heart Freedom in a lonely prison cell A personal jury denying parole Happiness seems untouchable, hapless shadows smiling A reflection would only be true company for seconds of decades The dream that was once in manipulation hell Captured the pulse and crushed the life support Only Dante knew this ring Sharing meant surrendering all of the spirit The bars on this cell are completely self made Tears and disappointment was the plaintiff The gavel made the judgment, even the innocent are guilty Will there be a another crime love that will be the getaway Will cupid ever give another trial for the passion? Self society is waiting for the lessons learned Staring at the liquid pictures of true contentment Making the promise for the cell break with open arms Could a twirl of hair a subtle smile make this another offense? Clearly looking in between the window bars of wondrous eyes Calmness only in the gentle gaze at the angel of mystique Blood

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At work, we work with many different produce in the kitchen . A fellow worker was opening up some olives in a can. Well a small piece of the branch was in the can , she handed it to me and I said I accept your peace offering .A fellow co worker looked at us like we just fell out of the mother space ship . With that kind of look I knew right then and there, she didn’t know what it meant. So we both started to explain , how the olive trees are seen in many countries as very important part of their lives and culture. She still looked very puzzled , we explained it once more. The olive tree represents life and grows lots of fruit for all of us to survive on ,revered as life. So when you offer an olive branch it means good will and peace to others. I wonder what else people doesn’t realize how simple gestures in this world would make a world of difference for many . Yes I may get on a rant sometimes and may also say something mean , it’s really just a way to vent here. As I keep to my creed

Born to be A spirit with the search for answers Possibly have been here many times This journey seems to be a solo trip Great connections have been the creed The unknown is the time of a voyage Destination is the mysterious factor Happiness has happened a few times And sadness has been in the close second Loneliness tries to hold the heart hand The memories of the tears of smiles Gives the posture pose for a portrait Never looking back to forward of forgiveness Humble has shaken the ego too many times to count The path of enlightenment has taken many crossroads Being whole to self granting the err to be Words from a simple ode squinting from the glare of future Born to be

A few people that have crossed my path in the past have said, they don’t like small talk. Have always wondered since the age of cell phones and texting have emerged. Talk about small talk, most of the time its acronyms. Really isn’t a problem but guess what that’s very small talk. But small talk is how you get to know someone whether it’s just asking how’s your day going or anything small. This usually begins the dialogue sometimes this does take more than one meeting . Maybe this is why I don’t get much replies on my blog here, nobody wants to open with small talk but I am here to take any messages. Small talk is how I get ideas for blogging no matter it’s a whole paragraph or a one line. Making connections and links is why I’m sharing my little stories. Look at some cool lines from some memorable songs like “money for nothing” by Dire Straights. He got some of the lines listening to men working in an electronics store. Don’t count out small talk. For this is like the Chaos Theory , n

Dream Catch Rose Sleepy on the stairs to the plains of make reality A flowing dress silhouettes a perfect form White and pure untouchable by skin Turning to look with a smile of euphoria Electrified skin to universe Could this be the cross over? Goddesses become envious eyes Standing strong in the script of love Catches ones heart in fluttering butterflies Anger seems so aliening in the mystical eyes Thorns don’t sting here Gentle tickling the ecstasy everywhere Spirit wants to hold tightly without flesh Urge of never yearning to disappear Kissed by the lips of cherub to the reason of being Dream Catch Rose

To lay on the clouds with only sneakers . Licking ice cream from the container . Playing poker while flying between stars . Cramped in a box holding millions of others . Could be considered insane , but rain does fall up here. It’s the place where common ideas seem so passé . Having fantasy with desirable people wait this is reality .Many of us have these at all times in our life. To feel inadequate from others seems almost instinctual, envy you dangerous siren, you capture many but never give any note of ransom .Conversation with gossip magazines ,could we just think our own life is so boring? When we have the best computer that money can’t buy . Our brains was built by nature or supreme being ill be fair here . Though I am on the side where I think it’s just nature or as I would like to say Mother apple . Though we may not know how to make wireless calls with our brains yet I do believe one day it will be possible . The human race has made so many strides and It does seem to be evolv

Standing on the lips of life Waiting for the kiss of love to be Time effortlessly clicks A mirror to mirror Image grows deeper Reflections of many could have been Smudged is the lipstick on worn out shoes Smeared memoirs of new beginnings Typical last in line for first come first served Weeping the rewards from letters in digitized moments Smiles from lips of charity of others in misery Drama becomes the sitcoms of one’s endeavors Only in the eye shadow is the true compliments Chances in a lost resort In the dreams in cool nights pleasure answers Success only a few get the lottery In love jackpots become larger Time numbers will come in Standing on the lips of life

Do we live in an age where pictures is the only way to communicate ideas, silly thoughts? Maybe the Egyptians had something to this, it was definitely more work than snapping a photo. But still I’m on the net a lot and it seems video and pictures for that matter get way more views than written out blogs. I know a picture is worth a thousand words , in this day and age really does seem more attractive then words. So that would mean it’s worth much more than a thousand words. Maybe would explain the reason that US is falling behind in the reading category. Egytians though way it is understood only the aristocrats were allowed to write. Hieroglyphs were used by many cultures so it was more common in the beginning of civilizations. Words have so much more meaning though ,also it demands more from one’s mind. Since I do not have pictures to put here may have trouble having people view this. The hieroglyph era has a resurgence with body ink , so I guess many like being walking hieroglyph bil

Before this goes any further .This doesn’t have any adult content , so it’s kind of a gotcha just seeing if I could get ya here. If you are here reading this, guess you must be a bit of a freak then. Since you here why not look around and read some of my stuff. I would be very grateful and then you could brag to others hey I read some blog porn and if they say what just point them in this direction. Ofcourse you would have to explain anyways, what is blog porn. Well it goes back to an old way of entertainment not quite as old as the tribe’s story tellers,it’s the modern way of story tellers. Yes some are family pc blogs and some are informative.So I guess in many ways it is porn for the brain.Advice bloggers gossip bloggers. Enough with Guess I’m doing my Forrest Gump shrimp bit there.Having a blog fetish isn’t all bad ,I’ll still respect in the morning. Now one more little note here don’t be afraid to leave a comment or even better sign up for a subscription no credit card involved ,

Teaching kids right from wrong seems a bit challenging nowadays . To tell that you shouldn’t do this or it’s ok to do that,is a thing of the past.Why are people so scared from some positive negativity?I mean that’s why there is the ten commandments , laws and ethics. Politeness and kindness grows when you know what is good and not good to do or say.Manners shouldn’t be a story that in my day that is what we use to do. Look at some older stories with messages . Aesop Fables is one of these story tellers that had some little messages that had messages and ethics. Yes and another bad word philosophy, when did these words and things become such a bad thing.To love to learn should not be one of the seven sins and guess what it isn’t. No matter how much anyone wants to spin this it isn’t bad to want to improve oneself.Wonder sometimes how bad was some ones childhood where they will automatically go into denial if their kid has done something wrong. Ranting yes for respect seems to be dying,

Dream be,Dream be not Twinkle twinkle eyes of pure Say the noble words Saying loudly in silent whispers Hope it will, pray it will, be the cure Reflections in the glassy water of unconsciousness Brightly dark the journey at the end of a tunnel Keeping the fear in the accidental mindness Opening doors with the magical keys Never never pay the hour glass funnel Playing the cards of wonders Sacred is only limited by what can’t be there Sleep well, sleep sound Dream be,dream be not

Writing is my ride and yours? Question should be asked when some ones intentions are set on for you. It doesn’t have to be writing no, but if you really enjoy something and are happy, letting others mess with it is wrong.I like many writers would love to have many fans.Ofcourse I would like the fame and fortune but as long as I can keep tapping or writing traditionally I will keep going.Even in a moment of writers block you can persevere . The written word is a gift and curse, but always still better than video and close to verbal . The inner voice inside must shine.Whether you just do scrapbooking or painting.Creativity is still your best way to make others smile or better yet , inspire their voice of creativity. So I’m just a man with a need to write may not be the best. But I do so much enjoy this . If you are wondering yes I would love having fans visit this everyday and say,” what the heck , I should be doing something I enjoy!!!” This is how the flow of things go,for a ride as I

Do you ever think we are just living a fictional moment? Seems like when something goes wrong everything at that point seems to follow. Financial , family and friends ,oh can’t forget health also. The best of us trudge through this sometimes it seems continuous. Others well they seem to break down. This is when it seems to become a super fiction to me , Many things are just material, and well it may seem a bit futile to try and recover or dig yourself up. It really does matter for self esteem and perseverance. Societies dogs will tear you apart if you don’t fend for oneself. I’m not different from others just know that I have over come difficult times . They say it makes one stronger but rather than give some pathetic details , just know many like me have done this also. Watching for the next mishaps is the full time job of course. But picking the shoe strings up and carrying on is the best medicine here. A little story about a close friend , he’s been working at a book for three to fi

Strolling for mind Read others with no tolls Decision making with the eye Simple wishes stir Looking for the love at the peak of a mountain Chemistry mixes well here all signs are up The picket fence fantasy walks by Insane with never meeting Seeing through a veil of madness While flying the sub conscious spirit kite Hearing the door knock while gone astral A confidential flight only pilot passenger Hand held with an angel Dream the dream sprinkled with fantasy Opposite mate does the psychic dance Leading to the future Strolling for mind

Dreaming about cake makes one wonder . Maybe it was a lack of sweetness in life. Sub conscious really works over time sometimes. In the dream it was a party atmosphere ,not many people me and two others. Laughing have good time as we built the cake , for awhile it seemed like a usual layer cake but did notice it was like forty to fifty layers . Astonished I was in this dream , made me think this looks amazing . I looked at the others, they seem to be on a friendship bases in my dream. But I didn’t really recognize them. I kept looking at the cake and them , thinking this really unusual . At a almost lucid state in the dream . The cake was like waken my conscious side of my mind . After a bit of time seemed to go by we discussed some days event , seemed like I had a great day or something for they were congratulating me for something. Then as they were leaving the residence I went back in and then the cake was as huge as a small car. This happened a few years ago and till this day I sti