Cell This

Open comment

He said, "But the etiquette of talking to a phone — more precisely, to a “virtual assistant” like Apple’s Siri, in the new iPhone 4S — has not yet evolved. And eavesdroppers are becoming annoyed."

Well, "not evolved" is the description I would like to comment on....Wake up! Wake up!  Technology is and always will have an unpredictable effect on live forms everywhere.  From the low frequency, high powered radio waves, to the regression of interaction and misdirection of socialization, gone long by and evolving.  Whether we like it or not, evolving from one concept to another 5, one physical attribute to another 10.  Does humanity and there intellectuals really believe that we can understand it all, all the time and know how to steer it?   How can your really believe that you can control the flow of evolution?  Its concept is a monster of Gila's crawlings erratically after every report, its evidence is obviously influencing the concept of technology and its integration of knowledge to Cesarean old behavioral protocols.

I know that starts cryptic and elusive. However...listen people, you need to start paying attention to other people, other than your cell-phone.  Your cell-phone will consume you, it will define you.  If people were educated enough to understand the fact that the first books were probably seen in such a evolutionary way, you'd begin to see the development of proper behavior that defines humans from all other living things. Overwhelmed by the medias ability to coax you to rush in like the leopard on the hunt, the blue fish on the corral, to be domesticated like, cows or chickens, controlling your popularity, guiding your very choice of style.

So with all this information, we the humans, still try to remain ignorant to the fact that you all can learn, develop and grow all the time and know how your doing it as you do it. However, being rude is just a trend and if you don't learn to be curious then the bureaucracy will take hold and we will be forced to live a

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Kirk vs. Picard

Premise: These two Star Fleet captains represent a time of utter tonality and congruence.  Thus one must be placed in said mind set for proper realization of to be said comments.  Not in a galaxy far far away, no this galaxy the Milky-Way is ours.  The long debate of who is the best star ship captain will no longer continue.  This is because Gene Roddenberry is deceased and there will never be a true version of his vision again. Then this comment is directed at the debate on StarTrek.com.

Open Comment:

      If you go with the times and that is the times these characters existed, the pointless debate of (D) Democrat vs. (R) Republican would be over.  Secondly, these two personalities complement each other. So there for it is logical to assume you have no concept of rational thought or behavior if you do not understand this concept.  Kirk is the bully with the cojones of Conan and the intellect of a hamster.  He is head-strong relying on his instincts instead of Star Fleet protocol. He stands on his laurels much further than Picard ever could. There is something to be said of the stubborn, never say nay  go getter, who loves tribbles just as much as the next human. 
      Then there is Picard, the arrogant soldier of truth and dedication.  Blustering with achievements and looking to amend for his former mistakes to better himself and his constituents; stiff and chiseled, but not without fault.  Picard did not like tribbles or children for that matter; nor could he stand for “tom foolery” in his presence...no…no. Yet the two of these fine captains would make the dynamic duo of terrormatic brilliance meets calculated courage.
     Thus I say nay to both of these stellar Star Fleet captains and pronounce
....dhun...dhun...dhaaaaah...Captain Kathryn Janeway the unofficial winner. Janeway, “There are three things to remember about being a starship captain: Keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship, and never abandon a member of your crew.”  Enough said, well one more thing...live long and prosper!

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I am, what am I to do...

There is nothing more moving and life changing than the truth.  The truth about yourself, the truth about your surroundings, the truth about the people you know; it is all relevant when you  know the truth.  The truth never comes to you when you wish, no, no only when you need.  The truth is never more than the world you live in and you need to know the truth.  The truth within, the truth without.  There is now another life I have yet to live.  The one filled with the truth of knowing the truth.  I must seduce you and slow my understanding of you, to realize the truth. The truth to me is the truth to who?  This realization is nothing more than the truth about how much I do not know the truth.  Through reasonable deduction, I have come to this truth-filled conclusion.  I have been living a lie and that is my truth.  I have been lying to myself and to you.  I know this to be true.  I am the only one that can tell you this is true.  You may think, "What if your lying to me now.",.  I would respond, "I am realizing the truth.".  The healing process will be long and painful, true.  I must reside in the truth.  The truth of changing myself into truth....Who will help me will the truth and keep it true?

This has been a long time coming...

I have spent the last several months paying especially close attention to how people drive.  Why you may ask? Well for one the average number of vehicles on the road has tripled visibly in my  car riding and driving history. So, logically vehicles these days are much harder to ignore, due to increased presence and sheer numbers of driver.  Then, during a trip to the ski hill, I had a horrible driving experience.  Not in the fact that something horrible happened, yet the overall experience was well, horrifying. People in the morning on there way to work driving like a cock with it's head cut off, absolutely no awareness of what is going on around them and pounding on the the gas, then the gas, then the brakes has hard as the vehicle would perform.  One driver thought it best to weave in and out of the same four cars, only to turn into the gas station ten miles down the road, as we all passed, for morning coffee.  No more elaborations, this is not the time.  It does however signify my intent to study it, write about it and comment about the seeming abashment of what I see as good driving.  The enjoyment has been replaced by ignorance and lack of overall good judgement of how to behave on the road.

Now, one might wonder who am I to say how others drive there vehicle?  Or...who is this guy, what does he know about what is a good driver and what is not?  Whether or not I have an alternate agenda that does not coincide with your agenda makes me have to drive to your liking?  I would answer no, yet my point is not from an experts point of view, however it is from someone that has looking out the glass windows of a car for the past 39 years. Does this make me an expert, defiantly not.  However, having started driving Pepere's lawn tractor at the green ole age of ten, I have a great deal of time on and in motorized machines.  That in itself has prompted me to write about the changes in motorized vehicles, with a focus on the automobile.

more to come...

Tell yourself....

"Oh baby , I am getting old and I like it!"

Fozzie Bear DC

Fozzie fuzzed flip flopping finely,
Because bears bow before boundaries.
Fear for fuzz-less follies for fuzz finds fun.
Beware before breaking boughs,
Which is a political you know who.
Blunt butts blow bursts thus bellowing,
Fleeting fortuitous floozies flipping trix for everyone.
Beyond blue beautiful bears bound around,
Afar and near fights fold fate.

Blame

Open Comment
      I just read a headline stating that hurricane Irene is to BLAME for forty deaths.  I just need to clarify.  Do people understand that if you wish to blame any person, ideal or storm, then you must also understand the very essence of that blame.  Blame : to find fault with : censure <the right to praise or blame a large weather anomaly>. So with the understanding that each involved, the accuser of the blamed and the blamed, are in direct correlation thus causing involvement with each other.  With that said, next understand the assumption of the blamed having choice.  The choice to take lives or not take lives. To have choice is also under the assumption, the blamed has understanding of the accused version of right and wrong.  This logically concludes the blamed is sentient.  Thus alive and with purpose, just like every accuser blaming.  

Well if mother nature is killing us, maybe we should listen.

Oh, by the way, this tragedy suffers under the thousands of people that died in Japan (25000+)

Close Comment. 

Due to recent events....

Every once and awhile you have to change direction to give yourself a different perspective.  When I started this blog quest, I had intentions of commenting on, everything.  Yet, I look and see a serious lack of commentary.  Thus, due to recent events, I am going to add the commentary to the poetic art.  First, I think, hmmm....relevance.  Then college strikes and I yield to structure, not in the empirical sense.  Then to the rules of reporting snap to life....who, what, when, where and why.

We, people, are abusing each other here in America for personal financial gain.  Can you follow that? Who, People. What? Are abusing each other. Where? in America. Why? For personal financial gain.  That's the perspective of a career broken, out of work 40 year old.

OK, lets break it down a bit more. When I speak of we or the people.  I refer to every human being living, yes that means alive, with-in the sovereignty of the North American nation, know as the United States of America.  This brings up another recent event.  On the drive to work this morning, I looked up into Maine's blue, partly cloudy sky and thought what does our flag physically mean.  Susan B. Anthony, soaked the first flag, yes she was meanstress with activism flowering through her veins, which contained originally thirteen (13), six (6) pointed stars.  She was appointed by the first president of the United States....to be continued.

Finding Time

OK, time tells a truth only if you're willing to remember. When you were a small child of five or three did you not feel real?


You deny it from me, my business you never ask me about.  Yet you said start your own business.  Yet you never ask, hows business?  Oh please.
 
 
The current day understanding of reality is seen on TV?  What an age old story of fleeting fusibility, torn by selfishness and self righteous totality.

Can you see the tide as it churns and slides?  Can you see corporate and government sanctions ruining real life?  Oh how the mighty fall, just read Romes history.

Katrina and now Irene, when will we as humans see the increasing size of moisture and wind velocity. 

The fork, the book, the Times

Sit and relax upon that comfy bed,
The bed your hard earned labor bought.
I have to tell you a story,
A story of reality and true mediocrity.
For those whom settle,
Settle for the supposed facts,
Told by bias media and ferric minds.
Can they attract you?
They say God is trying to talk to you,
Yet can you hear when you do not listen, the truth?

To the rain,
To the wind,
To the rushing waters means.
To the sight beyond sight,
To the touch of my mind to thee.

Seeing free is all I ask,
No miss-guidance, no illusions.
No deception to your beliefs,
No lying behind preferred anti-salubrity.

Tumultuous needs falling greater on thee,
Moving, diving, sailing, creating more of thee.
This will not be the first right, nor will never be a last,
Olson was a test and I passed.
Move to the conclusion that truth is a life,
Connected in a samurai way,
Maneuvering around another obstacle in the path,
Gaining motivated sways and positive mutual ways.
See the guard relieved and let go,
Of the negative response of survivability.
We work together and eat from the plate of life.
Read it not in the book, but in the lines of reality.

Let go of the menial propriety and be free,
To enjoy the fork,
To enjoy the book,
To enjoy the times.
To courageously become sublime.

Fine.

Will, Juan will what he needs?

Will Juan, will. Listen not to the needs and wants and go with the will...truth resides in our will, our souls and thus our purpose...which is based on our will...to survive, to succeed, to teach, to lie, to dominate, to share, to mind, to perceive the will is to know the self and the motivations within the will. Heed not to the material needs and find the truth. What will you do for you? Do you clothe you or someone else in need? Do you find you or someone else in need? One mans philosophy is just that to read, if you look inside you will find your will to will anything you perceive as a need.

Constututional Comments

To comment or not to comment, that is no question.
When said commenter says such fact, conjecture or opinion,
Said listener should, by the first amendment of right, retort.
May it be based on religion,
May it be based on just our voice,
May it be based on our job to report,
Or may it be based on our political activision.

I have the right to petition the validity of your statement.
That means you, the government,
You, the corporate conglomerate.
That means you, the business owner,
You the Hollywood big shot.
That means you the hot coffee individual,
With total disregard for your own responsibility.
That means, you the "Health Care Sector",
With your misdiagnosis and unequivocal fees.

It is the freedom of the people,
To question your motivations,
Your insincere approach to our dollar,
Total disregard for our well being and prosperity.

Surely as you are an American citizen,
You can speak against local tyranny.
No other country can, but do we really?
I look inside the views of Americans
And see our "politicians" are not representing we.

We the people of these United States of America,
Will no longer deal with the repressions,
Of currency, jobs and family interests.
If this acting government keeps treating us like,
Numbers on a piece of paper,
Servants of your political self-promotion, and political self-preservation.
The second amendment shall come into bare great consequence,
As the soul of Thomas Jefferson stands behind me.

Why speak of the truth to an assumed blind society?
When is the political solution not concerned with our minds?
What value is placed on a human-kind?
Where will the free people again rise-up and commonly agree,
Where?
Against this political tyranny,
Backed by lobbyist and big companies!

Please comment freely.

How the curse sounds

Vibrant and loud,
Crying in the world.
Like a flight of unheard loss,
Screams never mind,
Perishing souls of time.

Hear them, know them, not in time,
Yet in mind, the souls cry and thrash,
No wills, no remorse.
When will current day see history,
Round and round is the sound.

And I loath just to how you feel,
So go and jump to conclusions,
Simplify me with statistics and geeky minds.
The truth is well above you,
The reality of life will ultimately prevail.

Struggle, struggle to try to get free,
Why will not others see.
Finding time to suppress all of we,
It's all this corporate tyranny.

Wee, wee, wee,
Don't wanna take this,
Where not gonna take this!
No more, no more lies, no more tries!

Kill the leaders and the power filled plight.
There is no more shadow we can take.
Are we right, are we ruled,
Ti's the beginning of the end of the governed truths?

Combine the belief and the couth,
Remove the rule and the might,
Become the future of humanity.

As long as they arise in contradiction,
There is a no moment to be free.

The future be told, the future behold.

To the doom on you.
When will political views become true.
Not as in a belief, yet balanced like true democracy.
NO labels, no rules.
Just Do the Right Thing,
Always be true.

The system is running, no doubt, no muse.
No more dirty views,
To be said about us later,
When time ticks beyond our traders.
Sitting wanting to only increase your stock,
Manipulating our every lives.

Siting on your past of lies and troughs.
All you know and all you see,
Is when your looking down on me.
Analyzing and systematizing my value, my tax reality.

What will it take for you to see me,
Repeat, repeat.
You know when the reality seeks,
Life and truth beyond all moralities,
You will crumble and struggle to find me.

Time and time again you change,
Passion and glory rising over thee.
No choice but to destroy me.
Not love, not sight, only life,
Will end your plight and willing tide.

Fine.

So long and thanks for all the debt.

One can never really perceive the truth,
For the truth is in the eye of the beholder.
There can be a path, cut and dry,
Sitting, waiting for your time.
Yet they tell you not,
Of the foolish thought of debt.

When the clock struck three,
We flee to the grounds we see.
Not of oversight and committees,
No closing numbers, no losing philosophy.

A swift pat on the back and a shake of the finger,
Now don't you linger, you have to much to see.
Like I had no idea you were up to something,
Sure and smiling for all to see, elect me you shouted pronouncedly.

All the while the debt wheel churns,
The spending on luxuries and deserving tranquility.
So did you not see me,
The person, the meaning, the tree.
You did not set upon a sight for better,
No, no only greed and self propriety.

Now there is rampant debauchery and reluctant responsibility,
For the entire world to see, lazy, lazy humanity.
Not real, but living in an alternate reality,
Oh how you cannot see the simple bee.

That is let me be me,
Not this misleading ideal of society.
Easy money and manipulation is all you see,
Right through the very soul of my timely be me.
How callously you misinterpret me,
How I care not for your sigh of debiting me.

For this, for that, and oh I miss this one too,
The loot, like in a legal robbery, you are stealing true, true.
The very reason I am part of this American society is to be free,
Not to be inundated with chronological fees!

When will America let itself free,
From its own corporate tyranny.
To sell to other lands citizens,
Take not advantage of our own lands,
And see we all long to be in the world of less need.

Only then will you let yourself free.
So try it, try to let me be me.
Leave the ways of owing the key,
The stone, the tree...let possessions go,
And be free with me.

Summer Rain, Summon Reine

Oh, how I love the summer rain,

Plip, plop, plip down on my face.

How does it affect me so,

Can you know how it effects me so?

The beings above know...the sky, the plop, the plip.

Do you know how it goes,

To stand out in the night,

With the rain coming down tight?

Rought with light and life,

Straight down in its flight.

True, I am no knight,

Yet my fight for my plight,

Is no less than the belief in something more.

Not green, not mean,

Just standing in the rain,

Absorbing the truth of life,

And as another night is dripping from the sky,

All of us that try are dying too.

Just before the sky,

You realize that you point at your life,

An enlightening sight.

Oh how the sweet summer rain,

Can make the day melt away.

Quieting, calming, cooling,

Its reign is for always.

No running, no rolling,

Moving away from the rain is insane.

Find the truth of life,

In the flight of the rain,

Soothing, truing rain.

Listen the plip goes,

Plop you know.

In the line of might,

Even the rain still goes.

Even when the world is out of foes,

The rain will still go...plip, plop, plip.

Strong and slow even if you don't know.

So, sleep well knowing,

Rain is falling on your mind,

It is kind, it is fine.

Then awake knowing more,

Growing to know the sky is not lore,

Finding the truth in its light,

Is interdicted no more.

Das Schizer

There seems to be a great misconception about life,
Some believe we can live with less strife.

There seems to be a great debate,
Making something out of nothing for heaven sake.

Talk, talk, talk, that's all self absorbed people do,
Me, me , me that's all they see.

If you make a mistake that they would not make,
For heavens sake you're a sinner.

But wait, there is more to the lore,
When I die I will still be alive.
They will be lost in thought of believing a lie.

What is worse for you?
Is there a middle ground, without strife?

Es scheint ein großes Missverständnis über das Leben sein,
Einige glauben, können wir mit weniger Streit leben.

Es scheint eine große Debatte,
Machen etwas aus dem Nichts für den Himmel willen.

Reden, reden, reden, das ist alles, selbst absorbiert Menschen zu tun,
Me, me, me, das ist alles, was sie sehen.

Wenn Sie einen Fehler machen, dass sie nicht machen würde,
Um Himmels willen deine Sünder.

Aber halt, es gibt noch mehr auf die Überlieferung,
Wenn ich sterbe will ich noch leben.
Sie werden in Gedanken zu glauben, eine Lüge verloren.

Was ist schlimmer für Sie?
Gibt es einen Mittelweg, ohne Streit?

New England Sports

O what a decade, for the mighty and true.
Rid yourself of your ego and see the truth.
How can we say our dedication means someting?
Look at the results for the world to see,
A single area of the most winningest sports teams in US history.
There is no more to say, we own the nation today.

The french version of Ode to My Grand'Mere: She was from Montreal.

Ode to My Grand'Mere

 
Elle était grand à 5'1 ", les yeux pleins de soleil.
Elle a donné et donne autant qu'elle pouvait,
Nous avons tous compris, sa vérité, sa résistance au mensonge.
Obstiné à la dernière et triomphant dans ses jours,
Elle nous a fait à l'aise, malgré les moyens de son fils.
Elle marcha et cuits et me sourit, je n'avais que trois.
Un cookie ou traiter après chaque jouer à l'extérieur, mon oh mon.
Pour comparer à elle, c'est de voir que vous soyez,
Pour la connaître comme je l'ai fait, c'est dans mon sang, dans mon esprit.
Bon et généreux, toujours à la recherche s'il vous plaît,
Pourtant, stable et forte volonté et l'esprit.
Elle n'a jamais cessé de se soucier de ce qui en fait le droit,
Elle a toujours protégé les enfants la nuit.
Jusqu'à début »le matin de prendre la parole avec joie,
Rechercher sur sa famille et voir,
À quel point elle aime tous nous.
Que votre âme repose en paix mon grand 'peine.
Nous nous souvenons de toi avec joie et passer votre volonté à la majorité.
Voir.

Ode to My Grand'Mere

Ode to My Grand’Mere

She stood tall at 5’1”, her eyes full of the sun.

She gave and gave as much as she could,

We all understood, her truth, her resilience to lies.

Stubborn to the last and triumphant in her days,

She made us comfortable, despite her son’s ways.

She walked and cooked and smiled at me, I was only three.

A cookie or treat after every play outside, my oh my.

To look up to her is to see being you,

To know her as I did is in my blood, in my rhyme.

Kind and generous, always looking to please,

Yet steady and strong in will and mind.

She never stopped worrying about making it right,

She always protected the children at night.

Up early in the morn’ to rise with glee,

Look upon her family and see,

Just how much she loves all of we.

May your soul rest in Peace my grand ‘mere.

We remember thee with glee,
And pass your will on to the many.

See.

Brus'in Hockey

They bash, they crash,
To put the puck in.
For the Cup, the glory
No sorry's, no mercy.
Unless your a Canuoock,
Trying to make a muck.

The play is fast and the worriers true,
When will will win foes?
Only the best will their will,
And become the holders,
Only the Triumphant Go,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum...

Time

I noticed, I've grown to notice...people cannot tell the difference between the truth of television and the truth of life...if so they are truly lost.

Quote me

To wake up and feel inspired is the greatest human emotion.

Demo-crats

The doomed destine derelicts driveled down.

Deceived, drowning, desperately doing deliberations,

Dealing dumb doubters directions.

I want you to need something I don't

I want you to need something I don’t have any more.

I need you to want something  I don’t have any more.

I want you to have something I don’t.

The more you want the more you need the more I don’t.

The more you need the less you know, 
The less you know the more you want.

Warming Up

He peered across the table, not giving an inch.  The right eyebrow twitched with anticipation and the heart began to pound furiously.  He knew at any moment they would be upon him and that he would be fighting for his very bloody life.  Terms of endearment would not suffice, nor would his wit and seamlessly endless charm….

Then his screaming DB9, flinging itself down the contorted road, began to skid swiftly out of control.  Sliding tires screeched and hearts being swallowed mightily were no match for the careening car wreck.  Mountains claim little on the few whom do not survive the decent at such speed.  Going beyond one’s ability always entails certain risks and can lead to fatal results…  

ABC's

Amended animosities abolish absolutely

Behave, believe before begotten

Completely crossed cruel conspiring contemptuous cohorts

Dive deep delivering docile delusions

Ever eased eminence esoterically exits

Far from fever fetched first in-fear

Getting  globally green greed grows gruesome

Hip highways hurl hot hard heads high

Intimidating inmates ignoring idle infants

Jokers jumping jostling joking junipers

Kept keepers keenly kiss kanaf kingdoms

Leave lovers living less learning little

Moving meanings meander most mashing many movements

Not near never no nimble night nigh

Opulence opens ostracizing onlookers

Probable prognosis pressures peers plights

Quick quip quietly quills quiver

Releasing rational rues revealing realization

Seeping slow simmers slightly soulfully

Topping tenderness tolerates teasing time

Under unknown unconsciousness undulation upturns

Veering vows vanquish venerable vehicles

Wearing warm windows withers white woes

XXX

Yellow yippers yell yeeee-haaaaa

Zipidi do da, Zipidi-aye, my oh my what a wonderful day,

Plenty of sunshine lets go out and play!

No way out!

I sit sleeping seeping sorrow seamlessly

Contemplating cold callous consciousness

From feverous fiends, followers and friends

I am caught captured constantly by a curse.

Allowing ample aberration about amore

Like its some second hand suffering

Churning collapsing constructing constantly

Worn and withered so willful

Ones openness copulates offerings of sight

Yet learned youth yawn and yowl,

Light like limp limbs on long boughs

They heap hot, how heartiness heaves heavily.

Flowing waters wisp wallowing and winding

Long lands linger limbering lightly, lifting life

The mountains mist mightily, meaning more.

Shut the seamless shadows off so...

Shipping news nipping nearly shows

Taunting teasing timbers tamper the twilight

The only loneliness willingly waits wearing weights

Tied taught tilled tearing tips torching tongues
Yet life lives, long lingering longevity loses nothing.
Zondas zound zoomie
Y'all yearly yolk
 Undulations.

Foot Steps in the Snow

Foot Steps In The Snow

My footsteps in the snow
Crunch , crunch, crunch they go.

The stars are but a distant memory,
When the snow falls all around me.
Each step I take, I plant my foot
And  mind my weight, for heaven’s sake!

Do you know, how to walk in the snow?
Slow is how I go, in the snow.

Like the leopard of snow,
Slow is how he goes.

Each step as light as a feather,
Each breath tight like a wire…no…

…more snow is what I like!
To walk in it as I might.

To  push it with a trebled shovel,
Slow is how I go.

Do you know how to move the snow,
Slow and steady, don’t you know.

I pile it up and up, moving it to and fro.
It’s  heavy, all this snow.
So I levy it high and over the bank,
With all my mind and weight.

Just so….

Crunch , crunch, crunch they will not go,

My footsteps in the snow.

She Knows

Me, I am beside me.
Just like a flower, it blossomed,
True and beautiful for all to see,
She gave it to me.

I love the way you say good morning,
I love you for loving me the way I am.
I love the truth you bring me,
I love you for being you, for showing.

She was waiting for me, silently,

A dream moving slowly.

Quietly, quoting, knowing,

There is so much more.

The Blog Jingle

This is a new rendition to an old classic. From a featured commercial on the Ren and Stimpy Show - LOG

What rolls down stares
bash or ensnares,
and over your neighbor's nog?
What's great for a whack,
And fits in your sack?
...It's blog, blog, blog

Its better than news its good,
Its better than cash its wood.
It's blog, it's blog,It's big, it's heavy,
It's understood.
It's blog,
it's blog,
it's better than bad,
it's good.
Everyone wants to blogYou're gonna love it, blogCome on and get your blogEveryone needs a blogblog…blog…blog. 

Follow this link to see the original LOG video > http://www.snotr.com/video/228/Ren__amp__Stimpy_-_Log

First One

Welcome all to the beginning of my blogging experience.  I have created this blog to post some of my short stories, interjections and poems.  Please feel free to comment, critic or chastise my works.  Thanks and enjoy.