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This coming weekend is Memorial Holiday. Please pause for a moment and give thanks to those that made it possible for you to enjoy yourself where ever you may be this weekend.
Read this story and remember:
Patriotism pass it on!
Body: This came from a friend of mine. It's a beautiful story! We should all show support of our troops, and the sarifices their...
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It was a Time, was a poem that I had recently wrote while I was sipping some homemade Sangrea and smoking my pipe with some my favorite tobacco named Nougat. Mixture of honey and vanilla aroma. The evening was cool, with a soft breeze coming from the Monterey Bay. The sky was very clear with the stars sprakling so nicely above. I began to ponder...
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The time has come to pass.
The temperature is creeping upward, and it feels so good against my skin.
The sun is basking my skin with a warmth that is nothing like in the world.
I lay on the sand here on the beach on the Monterey coast.
The sky is so blue and there is no clouds to disturb the beauty of it all....
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So time slips by so swiftly.
It is now May and nearly half of the year has passed.
April flew quickly and now summer is nearly at our door step.
Break out the BBQ pits, shorts, and ice cold freshly made lemonade.
There will be nice times to gather at the baseball park, enjoying America's
favorite pass time.
Then the heat of summer will quickly...
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Many, many years ago while I first started serving in the Army.
I was stationed overseas in Germany. I had discovered that I could express my self very well by writing poetry.
I used the vehicle of expressing my deepest emotions and unveiled some of deepest desires. At times, writing my poems allowed to feel things that I would otherwise would have buried or missed...
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There is no black nor there is no white.
There is no darkness nor there is not light.
It is only an illusion.
In this different shades in life.

There has been lies and there has been truths.
What can you make out of it all.
The skys are blue and the sun is shining, but
a quiet storm is brewing inside you.

The look...
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A quiet storm was brewing in a young man that unleased a very evil act one week ago today.

I wish to honor those students and staff members who fell last Monday at VT.

A quiet storm was brewing in this young man.
It was not hidden either, it was all to view through his writings and the actions that he took.
The system failed...
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Here is another of my poems. This one I named, "The Understanding"

As a young lad, I drank my fill of a warm sun
and gentle breeze, lost forever in a state of reverie.
I linger through out each day always removed from all reality.
Then with a sudden start, I begun to wonder if ever did I ever
stopped to ponder upon those things...
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Here is another poem. Death of the Soul. Hope you enjoy!


The passage of time hasn't healed my wounds,
nor my many aches in my heart.
Time has only made my emptiness much wider, deeper, and longer.
My days are filled seeking solace as showers of tears, stream down my cheeks.
The pain echos throughtout the chambers of my soul, there is a deep pang...
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Today, I had awakin to very gray and darken skies filled with pregnant clouds filled with rain.
It rained most of the morning. I took it very easy. After spending some time at my favorite coffee house, I decided to treat my self to a movie. I watched "The Grindhouse". It was awsome. I loved it and it did not feel that I had spent...
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The winds continue to whip strongly, but the sun beats down very nicely. There are a few puffs of stark white clouds that blow by. Another typical beautiful spring day, on the Central Coast in California.
On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was laid out with some virus, left me aching, feverious, dry cough, that left my voice very horsed and tired. I had to call...
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Hello to everyone once again.

This new format on this site is interesting. I like it and hate it the same time. Trouble viewing pictures and blogs.

Well, I hope everyone can read my blog. First, many thanks to all the kind words. Yes, this old man is fighting off another spring time bug. Sore throat, dry cough, and aching body. Old age or something...
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