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I am told that I am an incurable romantic. I am not sure exactly what this means for practical applications - after all, I am perfectly aware of how to be married for 20 years - and I am fairly clear on what one needs to do in that context. I did not say I knew how to do it correctly, but I am not certain that there is one set way to have a relationship that stands the test of time. However, I am certain that love can continue through years. Decades. I know this for a fact. I have always felt that love is best measured along the lines of Shakespeare's Sonnet 120 - which some have said , is his sonnet that many refer to as against the romantics. "My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.. coral is far more red than her lips' red ". As a man, I am susceptible to timeless beauty - I have seen it. But it is beauty without artifice. Honestly, I can't think of anything more of a turn-off than a poorly done boob job -true beauty shines through almost anythi...

I found an article today, that got me thinking about who I am. Especially since I am more or less, now, a former dog owner. Its complicated. My dog is essentially living full time with a friend of the family, after having her dog get hit by a school bus. Her and my dog were best friends,and moreover she was really good friends with her dog so I basically just sort of ignored the fact that after the incident, my dog kind of took the place of her old dog. He's happy. I'm happy. Kind of. But back to the study. The researchers showed that people tend to keep dogs that are similiar to their own personality . As of late - I've been exploring/revelling/terrifying myself right excellent my own vulnerability - and flaws, fighting, among other things - a tendency towards the passive aggressive. Did you know that if you're passive aggressive to people, they can develop a tendency not to trust you? I didn't know that. Whether or not my dog, reflects me - I can honestl...

A Poem has a natural form to live within you Three AM in the morning Is a good time to learn Even if you are hunting tolerance beauty or porn form follows function and sometimes function follows form An hour or so before The blue hour It is then that poems unfold linking everything embedding rhythm media image love and the thin line within your heart that makes you want to tear off your skin it's a natural phase we all go through A poem comes , usually, from a bothersome man focussed on things you'd rather not learn or would rather forget maybe too obvious or overlooked love hate birth school work death The distance The hours The deeper shade working as it should Quite unlike the hell where everyone gets what they want and everything tastes gray We are all good at being alone And of course, being just plain or Bettie Page 3 AM is one possible time Where everything is quiet Except the clouds and love Everything is...

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It's easy to text passive aggressiveness if you're already aggressive you're halfway there Never confuse lust with love Never let the darkness enfold if it's two in the morning it's dark enough Some names are beautiful Like Teresa or William You can gather them gather the keeping for years and years and then loosen your hand and let them go Let go of the textomg Let go of lust Loosen your hand and let them go

Dad ,Can you give me a dollar? Why? Because I want to buy a card for Mom's birthday But the one you made is the one she really wants, son. Well Ok. Can you give me a dollar anyway? Why? Because I want to put it in the card I will give her. Why? She is going to love the card you made. Just give her that and she will be happy. Dad. Come on. All women love money.

This art form is callled "batik". It is done by a person who was helped by a nonprofit that I helped to found. The person was saved from a life on the street, and we discovered he had an artist's abilities. The medium for this painting was candlewax, and his work sold well; he is now self sufficient.

You're a control freak and a drama queen You think you know me You think you know everything You're not an authority on what's wrong When I read what you write at night I want to tear my skin off I hate the darkness I hate the games you crossed a line I am not going to put up with this I have a child to raise I have a life Take your passive aggressive SMS and go shove it up your ass and while you're at it, here's a pineapple I am no longer there for you If you want my update it's not happening I'm on the right track I go to church on the weekend Let's not be friends This is the heart of it: I am not sure if we can really afford freedom or dignity Don't ask why I made contact or why I will again I only wanted to find out how you were doing I thought we could talk now and then Maybe I have gone through alot of darkness in my life I don't need to go there again You have your own problems solve them ...

It's funny, but my entire life I have looked for a black and white image. Of a cat. From a copy of Heavy Metal, probably circa 1982. It is a simple one page cartoon, drawn in black and white, pen and ink - very detailed and beautiful. Of a man, holding a cat. The scene feels as if it is late at night. Perhaps 2 AM. He has a book of art open - to pages of greek sculpture. And the pages seem to come alive. In the middle of the night. The statues of stone and marble become fierce. Like the nike of samothrace, flying. The expressions are fierce. The man reaches for his kitten. And pets him. You can see the images in his glasses. It's a beautiful to me, and still somehow terrifying.

You gave me a chance to see a world anew and once again make me wonder why I keep putting off my iron man I think I'll volunteer When the chrome spiders come they will cover me I will let them for that is now my plan I will fall apart they will cut into my mind mesh into my nerves and bring me online I will trade this body for augmentation A decision made in part by the simple beauty of truth and the truth of you as in all species a dream of man who bore the gentle light of a woman quietly and just in the nick of time Aimee you are the black meme that guides me I write in simple form words poem First of you and your simple form Your legs with tassles and wood and kevlar my personal favorite I write by a pen without form on a page without ink colorless in part to meditate in part to understand but mostly to appreciate You Some TEDtalk but Aimee you walk the walk And that moment you called for was so short and real an...

Let's drive by a Cow. And Cheer. Wait. There's a pony. Over there. Let's applaud formally. Games are so much fun. Especially ones with Avatar You can become who you are Or never were And paint stars upon Until one by one They all go out

Bullying is a form of behavior in which the strong prey abusively upon the weak. The victims of bullying are often young boys. The incidence of bullying amongst young girls, or younger boys victimizing them - approaches zero. Much of the focus in defeating it comes from concerned parents who seek to eliminate the basic mechanisms by which it exists. The exceptions of online-generated drama being the rule. Unfortunately, the natural development of a young male child - includes play structured around hierarchy. Not collaboration. It is a competition to grow up as a boy - into a man. A complete elimination of all behaviors associated with 'bullying' would result in flat, collaborative, non hierarchical school environment. Peace sells. But who's buying? This type of flattened cultural environment is not a departure from the pattern of play of young girls, who are by their very nature more adept at playing with each other. They are creative in their play. Their play fos...

The internet is like the wild west You carry your defenses there Wild horses dry riverbeds and malware Each of us has had our own showdown by cellphone at the OK Corral even if the cell providers cheated on the draw Facebook is just a website a bunch of pages and some code a stop on your way to the gold that many find the need a place to connect but not to bond and keep away from what's up ahead growing body parts out of their own clone from DNA off the net smart codes on gravestones linking you to everyone with a smartphone The internet has a future, you can stop it. Facebook is like a small town trying to grow. It has its house of ill repute. This is a site where it's easy to register They'll hide everything there behind that They don't know why we give it to them. The Dumbf-ks. It makes them feel like they're walking tall The ground shimmers in the desert sun The Peraltas they all want to grow wealthy selling you adver...

The summer is coming. As much as you have fun with the little girl down the street, it's just not going to do. He replied. I know. I really like to play with her younger sister. Whenever I play with her, she doesn't spend her time making up all these really stupid rules. I understand. It's ok. Girls are one thing. Playing is another, sometimes. You can have a girlfriend, too. But it's not going to be the same. This is your summer. So what are you going to do? What about baseball? The smell of freshly cut grass. The crack of bat against ball. Running the bases home. Then said the boy. The tennis court has a part of it painted into a baseball diamond. There's a lot of things I can do there. Tennis is good. But remember, you have to find someone to play against. You can skateboard. Ok. Here comes the bus... He grabs his backpack, and runs as fast as he can. He always runs. The bus driver will wait for no one. I watch him run off. There is a sign o...

We dig deeper every year And a few years ago We hit poison Welling up, clear At first affecting the children And then black spots began to appear on our skin A man comes, today to see if he can make it go away We pray He will succeed There are only two types of prayer Word and Deed Guess which one I need

Lonely feelin' deep inside Find a corner where I can hide Silent footsteps crowdin' me Sudden darkness, but I can see No sugar tonight in my coffee No sugar tonight in my tea No sugar to stand beside me No sugar to run with me In the silence of her mind Quiet movements I can find Grabbin' for me with her eyes Now I'm fallin' from her skies No sugar tonight in my coffee No sugar tonight in my tea No sugar to stand beside me No sugar to run with me Jocko says yes and I believe him When we talk about the things I say She hasn't got the faith or the guts to leave him When they're standin' in each other's way You're driven back now to places you've been to You're wonderin' what you're gonna find You know you've been wrong but it won't be long Before you leave 'em all far behind 'Cause it's the new Mother Nature takin' over It's the new splendid lady come to call It...

Un bon croquis vaut mieux qu'un long discours They cut us down like grass for daring to disobey And to be honest, Moving against them was a mistake We could have cared less about slaves We just wanted White fields of cotton and Gold and Barley The winter rye The summer corn And our women Southern Women In soft and white lace lightly coated with talcum like teacakes And Lemonade Ok, Maybe with some Tea mixed in But they were angry at us for building factories in Atlanta Powered by water and Machines and water wheels and steam It was 1861 we were rooked by a small invasion and then the fine people of Charleston into fighting their war machine We were half their men And we made twice their kills We shot so many We ran out of ammunition In the second year Lincoln changed things It is far better a man dies for freedom than some some colored ribbon We were pretty sure He had read Napoleon They Won The rest is history A set of l...

I am the child of a broken family. Not so , in terms of love or care - but simply, that when I was five, my parents divorced. They were young. He later remarried a beautiful and very kind nurse, and they are happily married. She remarried and divorced. Three or four times. I stopped counting after the second one. It is a difficult thing to do, for a 12 year old to do, to tell his mother that he will not live with her. But it's a decision, like others, that I have made carefully. Ultimately it wasn't a bad one. Some of this is going to be easy. Some, maybe not so easy. In fact, some of this is going to be a street fight . We make our own rules. But we're fair. So. My father and mother were the first divorce I was introduced to. My first impression, as a five year old, was that divorce is just two grown up people, making a a mistake. Have you ever heard anyone talk about their divorce? They never say how they were a complete idiot. They just talk about how much...

The history of economies of Wstern nations has, since the early nineteenth century, been one of repeated cycles of growth and recession. Typically, four or five years of expansion have been followed by onr or two of retraction , with occasionall massive retrenchments lasting five or six years. Graphs of national wealth often resembe the profiles of angular mountain ranges, in whose every valley lie the bankruptcies of long-established firms, the layoffs of workforces, the closings of factories, the destruction of stock. We may seek to attribute those events to unnatural dimensions of economic life, and we may hope that one day we will learn to avert them, but for the time being, the best efforts of governments and central banks have demonstrated that there is little to be done about such turbulence. Every cycle follows a similar pattern. It begins when growth picks up and companies invest in new capacity to meet perceived future needs. Production costs tend to escalate at this stage,...

It was mostly by accident we met Cruelty and I merciless punishment meted against compulsions I deny red and black a black rank of lambs led to the slaughter on the tangled bank At first, I wasn't sure we could be friends I was seeing truth at the time not the younger one, but her sister I am not polyamorous which means Every time I am faced with another love I am torn apart until I can find the white queen and ask her again why she is running The sound of her voice helps me decide It is so sweet from the latin Persuade Latin persuadēre, from per- thoroughly + suadēre to advise, urge to sweeten saccharine, cloying I will say before I leave The meeting with the queen never goes well It always leaves me waking up in the middle of the night because she whispers to me the origin of words their real meaning are an ocean unknowable except at the shore And reminds me of the time I stood upon that shore and left my brother But the meeti...

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I lay claim to being a political independent. Last night, I watched "Atlas Shrugged" . I think I learned something about vulnerability and lost love. Let's start with where I began. I was and am a Libertarian. I openly worked for and supported the Libertarian party . This was when the libertarian party wasn't just a beard you wear to cover Republican leanings; the focus of the party was to create an environment in which our country could grow - a high stakes gamble against institutionalized bureaucracy that would have resulted in the creation of a regulatory atmosphere not unlike the environment our founding fathers enjoyed. If you don't believe it, go to Williamsburg sometime and listen to the courthouse lecture sine qua non. How did I come to be allied with Democrats? Because I traded stock for a few months while I melted down a Golden Parachute. For a person trained to read graphs - it will not take you long to realize where and how the trades are going d...

Once I got a FedEx at my office. She screamed at me for hours, and claimed that I was getting a book from a writer, who was supposedly in love with me by sending me free copies of her book. I picked it up and brought it home. It was a mail order catalog. She yelled at my mother over an argument because she wanted to send my 12 year old daughter to eastern europe alone. My mother yelled back. It went on for almost a year. She kicked the windshield out of my car with her heel because I gave someone a gummi bear. 5/16/12 1:47 : The house is quiet. Everything is peaceful and not so dark after all.

Not many people realize this, but Penguins are vicious meat eaters.

I am dead It happened like this: I realized who I really was and then I made sure they killed me they didn't notice I had used them as a tool And yet Misery persists That's what we really learned Isaac's father was really killing God This isn't about telling you how things are After all you can see for yourself and you like the Ramones Personally, I think you're going to be okay I'm simply beginning my story as close to the truth as I can It's about stupid zombies and last suppers and the fuckability of man Are you doing anything tonight? I thought maybe we could go see "The Big Chill" you could tie me up and beat me Like a dead horse But you had plans for both of us that involve a trip out of town to a place I'd seen in a magazine that you'd left lying around I don't have you with me but I keep a good attitude Lifted from Elliott Smith This too: next door TV's flashing blue ...

I'm not gonna state my case anymore 'Cause I haven't got a leg to stand on I'm not gonna take the leap anymore 'Cause I got no mat to land on I'm not gonna smoke that sh*t anymore It'll only get me thinking And I better not paddle upstream anymore 'Cause this canoe is sinking No no no no no no No no no no no no Are you alright? (Pretty much) Are you okay? (Pretty much) You got your health? (Pretty much) You know the way? (Pretty much) You know your limit? (Pretty much) You understand? (Pretty much) Are you the man? (Pretty much, pretty much, pretty much) Citizens don't stand up anymore There's no point losing face Sound off! 1 2 3 4 Politics in space I'm not gonna be polite anymore 'Cause everybody's got bad manners I'm not gonna make any plans anymore 'Cause the works are full of spanners I'm not gonna meditate anymore The revolution is off the agenda I'm a baby boomer's daught...

Restless tonight Cause I wasted the light Between both these times I drew a really thin line It's nothing I planned And not that I can But you should be mine Across that line If I traded it all If I gave it all away for one thing Just for one thing If I sorted it out If I knew all about this one thing Wouldn't that be something? I promise I might Not walk on by Maybe next time But not this time Even though I know I don't want to know Yeah I guess I know I just hate how it sounds If I traded it all If I gave it all away for one thing Just for one thing If I sorted it out If I knew all about this one thing Wouldn't that be something?

I read in the newspaper today that we've destroyed 30% of the biodiversity of our planet in the past 40 years, and that our energy consumption rate now exceeds the total capacity of the planet by .5 earths.

You are the being that is closest to origin That is your gift Was it is your instinct? To lower your defenses And so it goes.. Life will end Thrown into a Cloud that circles us and comes down on another Earth As rain

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I am still the same. My life is still the same. But I have a vivid image of where I am and where I am going and I am less afraid of death. Life is a form of miracle. And it is for the living, no matter how much pain or anxiety it brings. Love transcends time and space. Sort of like faith. Which is why the Bishop of London was so pure, in his speech to William and Kate. Set the world on fire, but not the fire that burns and destroys. Maybe. St. Elmo's Fire... I have made mistakes in life, love - and very rarely - on the golf course. I am someone who is willing to invest in something that might not pay off. I know what you're thinking. "Of course. You play Golf. You're perfectly willing to waste your time hitting a little white ball all over the place and not getting anything for it. Thank you, Captain Obvious". To which I will reply. No. I have been undergoing sort of a radical change these past two weeks. A serious change. Naturally a woman is behind it a...

You always loved everything to be defined. So. Here with torn edges, and perhaps a little drool. That I am sure you can - with a little love of life, ignore. Let me put this in your hand with my paws pressed against your chest. 1. Status - one's position in society; the word derived from the latin statum or standing (past participle of the verb stare , to stand) 2. Status Anxiety - A worry, so pernicious as to be capable of ruining extended stretches of our lives, that we are in danger of failing to conform to the ideals of success laid down by our society and that we may as a result be stripped of our dignity and respect; a worry that we are currently occupying too modest a run or are about to fall to a lower one. 3. Hunger for status, like all appetites, can have its uses: spurring us to do justic to our talents, encouraging excellence, restraining us from harmful eccentricities and cementing members of a society around a common value system. But, like all appetites, it...

1. Try to save my own soul. This is slowly beginning to dawn on me, as a bigger job than I thought. The human capacity to be able to lie to oneself really should never be underestimated. The path to becoming better is to make sure to prioritize.. getting better. Thank you, Captain Obvious. 2. Take care of those I love. Make safer places, fix things that are broken. And most important of all be willing to invest in relationships. I take responsibility for some of the emotional carelessness and it doesn't feel good. But it can be fixed. I have to take care of the woman I love. And my wife, too. 3. Make more money. It's clear things are turning around - I'm not going to get 'bankruptcy' pricing on some things. So, my margin is less, I have to work more to make up for it in sales and production. And for the money I make, I need to be able to spend wisely. Not buying stupid things I don't need. 5. Give everyone a reason to smile. Everyone. Th...

It's important to be open to yourself about moments in life. It's kind of a bit like health. It's a good idea to just sit down with a pencil or a pen, and write everything that you feel is uniquely going on with you healthwise, then come up with a plan that is really unique to you. Like false religion , spectrum multivitamins and one size fits all approaches don't really work. Moments in your life can be moments you can feel. They are the expression of an infinite soul. Even if you will never change the world, you are still unique and wonderful and those moments are part of a beautiful journey that can be both intensely painful and a harbinger of joy. If you numb yourself to feeling one thing, no matter what it is - it will only numb you to feel something else. That is a serious danger. Don't let it happen. Even if it hurts. It's better to feel pain than it is to pretend it doesn't exist. This is a path to pleasure. You will quickly find that most of ...

I sat in my car today, with the rain softly falling. And for no reason, I started talking to you. As if you were there. At first, it honestly kind of hurt. A part of me knew that you weren't there, and at the same time - I wanted you to be with me so badly I didn't care. So I kept talking. I talked about basically two things. First, what exactly is my plan? Second. Why am I not with you. The rain began to fall, bit by bit. I felt so strange, so completely depressed. But , for some reason - I also felt -for a moment -that I could feel again. I felt everything. I felt the sadness began to grow, and wash over me like a wave at the beach. And the next words that I said, alone - began to carry a sort of invisible weight. I talked about problems that I could not solve. About things that I need to do. About life. You mean everything to me. You are so much a part of me. A part of me wanted to simply pretend that you didn't exist and then the other part idealized you beyond...

I would like to share part of my life My friend and I are in his garage making things that explode and fixing things broken It was then Some warm feeling made me promise him when Mother Teresa became a saint that I would become catholic I was really thinking about my girlfriend but I promised just the same He told me in confidence and here you can't read his name the girl he first kissed joined a convent I think if you stop frame you can see the moment his heart was broken I did everything a best friend could do to help him understand when a woman loves a man Even God No force on earth can stop it and that someone else will come along I drew on a memory of when I was young and love was bright and I remembered her name like a song Someone else came along and even though his mom put up a fight I was on his side Dear Reader She is beautiful they have two children Of which as I write one has been born and the other is a spark in their ey...

Someone once described ministers as "Interchangeable, Like Batteries." They say the same things, do the same things and one could be substituted for another. This is largely true. But for reasons you may not suspect. It was not always this way. During the time of St. Augustine there were precious few who would lay claim to being able to work in theology. Religion , like human interaction, story telling and non synthetic social networking - found its way to the center of everyone's life. And people were curious. During his time, if you wanted to study theology - you first had to study and master chemistry, physics, mathematics and biology. At least, that is how St. Augustine wrote about it - in his book "City of God". In those days, any signal from God could likely have been heard loud and clear. And likely rare. When a young child was born to a village, who for example, may have photographic memory or some form of extraordinary ability - it was considered...