Good Bye, Until We Meet Again
I will miss my friends, this is no doubt. There was a bond, as fellow writers
or lovers of the written word that just isn't able to be broken. From my
heart, I give you my art. From my art, I give you my heart. Hold me gentle,
but secure please. Don't forget me, don't lose me. To share with you my
feelings and works direct, I gave you my love, I gave you my life. Good-bye
my friends, my lovers in written word intimacy. Good-bye, until we meet
again, under the caress of the moons glow, in the shadows that make life a
mystery, in the joy of love and everything, and one who just gives you a
smile. Good-bye my friends, until we meet again.
-=Kiss and a Hug to you all, happy holidays to those I don't get to see before
then or talk to, E-mail =-
Lowered To My Eternity
I sit in darkness all alone. Sounds of nothing overcome me. Wood in the walls that surround me creaking.
Voices run through my head. Streaks of light from nowhere in the dark. Laughter haunts my mind.
Everything around me seems to be falling and nothing is around me but the dark. I hear the voice saying; "I
fear no evil", just then I realize. I realize I am dead. This is me, being lowered to my eternity.
Keep In Touch
I open my life to you, so you can read me like a book. My guard let down, I share my essence. I
show you my dreams, and the nightmares I live. I cry my tears on your shoulders, with my
written words of where, what and who I've been. Miles apart we maybe, but I call you friend, and
always try to keep you in my heart right next to me. Just keep in touch my friends. I'll try to keep
in touch.
Looking Past Today
When you look at tomorrow, you miss today. Here and now only happens one time. Then moves
on to only be a memory. Tomorrow is always out of reach, because it is always a day away.
Looking at yesterday, it is just a memory. Yesterday is done and gone, never to be again. You
can't change what was done for it was done and is over, but you can change here and now.
Looking at yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a dream. Reality is here and now. Looking past
today, when tomorrow may never come. Live for today.
Letter To My Mom
When I was a child you were there, to always show me what was right, what was wrong. You
protected me from the monsters in the dark, and the fears in my mind. You cheered me even
when the odds were against me, now I feel so alone. I wake everyday just to hear what I've done
wrong. Dad just says like he always has, "You did this wrong, screwed this up, you will never be
anything, the only thing you do is screw up" Dad being dad, drives me deeper and deeper in my
shell. I miss your words of praise, your telling me to look at the light at the end of the tunnel and
walk toward it without fear, because I could do what needed to be done, and do it right. I miss
your love. I miss your excitement for the holidays. Decorating the house, cooking cookies. I
miss going with you to take the kids to the mall to see Santa. Most of all, I miss you mom. I feel
you in my heart but it just isn't the same. I love you mom.
(in memory and dedicated to my mother
Essie Darlene Talkington [Addis] May she rest in peace.)
Red Tide
Whispers of the oceans as the waves dance on the beaches washing up and down the sand.
This is our planet, mostly under oceans deep. Feeding on the seas is everything. Breathing is
our life on the waters of the sea. Millions of little creatures, one cell each. Insignificant to some,
but killers of the sea. Oxygen they rob as they breathe could be degradation of the sea.
Pollution, runoff nutrients from our factories and farms. Washed from our land by a harmless
little rain. Suffocation of our rivers, lakes, and ponds, will soon kill our bays, then seas, then the
oceans. Each time a species dies, we come closer to being next in line. Time passes by as the
Red tides wash ashore.
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Red tide is a term used for brownish or reddish areas of ocean, river, or lake water. The color
comes from the presence of millions of microscopic organisms in the water. The discolored areas
may range from less than a few square yards or meters to more than 1,000 square miles (2,600
square kilometers). They may last from a few hours to several months. Red tides appear in
waters in most parts of the world. In the United States, they are often seen off the coasts of
Florida, Texas, and southern California.
Many red tides are harmless. But some kill fish and other water animals, which then may float on
the water or wash ashore in great numbers. The decaying bodies cause an unpleasant odor.
Still other red tides do not kill sea life, but they make the shellfish that feed on them poisonous to
eat. Harmful red tides are caused by several species of dinoflagellates (one-celled organisms).
Some dinoflagellates produce a poison that paralyzes and kills fish. Dinoflagellates may also kill
fish during red tides by using up nearly all the oxygen in the water.
Scientists do not fully understand why the dinoflagellate population suddenly increases, causing
red tides. It is known that dinoflagellates accumulate when the nutrients, temperature, amount of
sunlight, water currents, and other conditions in the water suit their needs. Red tides may
decrease when other sea organisms eat the dinoflagellates.
Contributor: David L. Garrison, Ph.D., Associate Researcher, Institute of Marine Sciences, Univ.
of California, Santa Cruz.
Dinoflagellate, pronounced dih nuh FLAJ uh layt, is a kind of single-celled organism found
throughout the oceans and in freshwater lakes and ponds. Dinoflagellates make up part of the
drifting mass of water organisms known as plankton (see PLANKTON). Some dinoflagellates
need only sunlight and inorganic nutrients for growth. Others engulf bacteria and other tiny
organisms.
Dinoflagellates have two flagella (long, hairlike projections) that enable them to swim. Some
dinoflagellates produce a chemical light called bioluminescence. Some also are toxic and can kill
fish and poison shellfish. When dinoflagellates become abundant, they may discolor the water,
producing red tides .
Scientific Classification. Dinoflagellates have traditionally been classified in the animal kingdom,
Animalia, or the plant kingdom, Plantae. Today, many scientists consider dinoflagellates to be
protists and classify dinoflagellates in the kingdom Protista.
Contributor: David L. Garrison, Ph.D., Associate Researcher, Institute of Marine Sciences, Univ.
of California, Santa Cruz.
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Happy Holidays
Crisp chills of the cold wind blow. Smiles adore the faces of those you pass.
Cheerful smiles and greetings of Yuletide joys. Children's laughter, joys, wishes, and
dreams of gifts under tree. Desires for peace, love, and happiness to settle for a few
days world round. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, any other
holiday, or no holiday at all, human spirit should bring us together for just a few days
of love. Happy holidays my friends, and best wishes for your new year.
{This was written right here in less than fifteen minutes, so don't expect a masterpiece. I was
bored, what can I say = ) }
It was a summer day, when they met for the first time. He was walking down Eastern
Avenue, like he has done so many times in the past. She was sitting in front of a store
waiting for her friend Michele to come out of the corner store. Just then out of nowhere a car
come speeding down the road with a police vehicle in pursuit. The car was driving wildly
out of control. Zigging and zagging in and out of traffic. Driving on both sides of the road.
Just then a large panel style truck pulled out of a parallel parking space in front of the car.
The car zigged out of control on to the sidewalk, he looked up and noticed her standing
there, she didn't even notice the noise or what was going on. She had on a pair of
headphones and must have been unaware of what was going on. He knew if he didn't do
something she was going to be dead. He ran and jumped pushing her out of the way of the
of on coming car with just a few seconds to spare.
She jumped up not knowing what was going on and started to slap and yell at him, just then
the car which had past them without her even noticing it, made impact with a telephone pole
behind them. She jumped turned and realized this man had just saved her life. She turned
shocked, embarrassed and not knowing what to do or say.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, thank you, damn, I, I, I don't know what to say." Just then she
noticed the blood running from his arm from his fall after he jumped to push her out of the
way, then she noticed the blood trickle from his lip and nose from her slapping him. She then
was overcome with guilt and gratitude, she jumped forward saying; "thank you, thank you"
she then reached out and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace and kissed him
with more passion than she had ever kissed any man in her life.
She then pulled back embarrassed once more, but at the same time excited by the fact that
she noticed that he had without thinking kissed her back returning her kiss with incredible
passion.
They both stood there looking into each others eyes. Both of them realized and instant
attraction to each other. He stuttered for a second; "My, my, my name is Dave." She looked
at him, thinking he was a very attractive man, with eyes a woman could lose her heart in,
then realizing he had said something, she took a second to comprehend what he had said.
She then replied; "My name is Janice."
He had felt so much feeling in their kiss, he reached out and pulled her close, and kissed her
again. He then whispered; "It is nice to meet you Janice, I must say I'm so happy I was here
to do my part in preserving one of God's most perfect creations."
She blushed at his words of praise, not even realizing she replied; "Yes you are without a
doubt God's best example of what a man should be." He was at first stunned by her
comment, then overcome by a feeling, a desire. "Janice, do you think we could have dinner
tonight." She replied; "Tonight and every night from now on if you like."
On rare occasion, destiny just shows its self when you least expect it. Maybe tomorrow true
love will happened, if you haven't already found it. Paths cross for reasons, none may know
or ever understand, but no one can explain how the Lord's plan works. Just enjoy it when
the unexpected events of the day is a joy you will have for life and hold fast to the friends
you make each day.
Three months later Janice and Dave were married. Now twenty years later they are still
happily married and going to their son's wedding to a woman he met by fate in an elevator
that got stuck between floors for two hours. Sometimes fate just gives you the best gift,
when you least expect it.
Solitary Confinement
I sit on my island, in the middle of an audience of a million, but alone am I. I look in my
heart, destined to be broken time after time. I sit alone a thousand miles away from
everyone, and everything, with another person only an inch away. My heart crashes in my
sorrow, my pains run my days into my nights. Midnight collisions as mistakes make up my
life. Dreams, what are they? Nightmares? Isn't that just life? Pains and sorrows, but where
is joy? Oops that's right in the bottle by the kitchen sink. If love was a battle field then I
must be in a prisoner camp, in solitary confinement, for alone am I.
Social Dependency
Autonomous, should be a spirit of happy flights of life. Autarky eludes my life, kismet of
darkness shows me my way. Ripples of my life flow through quintessence of being. My
soul's debacle of fate, to exist in my being or to not exist at all. I face my desire of
acceptance, even though my dependency doesn't allow it, but so often in life, eremitic I
become.
Inauguration Ball
This is a tale from a time, long since past. When men were measured by honor and not just
wealth. The richest man could have no money at all, but was rich because he commanded
respect for his actions.
He was a tall slender man, with a look of life's experiences ,but also a man who has kept
himself well. He would walk into the town tavern, and the women would just swoon at the
sight of him. His tall muscular body, light brown hair, blue eyes and a mustache that was
always well trimmed.
He was a ladies man not by choice, but he would never complain on the graces God
bestowed to be his life. He was new to this town only living here for a little over a year, but
well known and respected for he had grew up the next town over. Only about a day's ride on
a good horse. This was the year the town had to elect a new sheriff, because the old sheriff
had been shot and killed by a gang of cattle bandits.
He didn't want the job, but he couldn't turn down the consideration, when his name was
mentioned at the town meeting. Soon after the talks, his name was added to the ballot. He
was without a doubt the best man for the job, but he hoped the town's people wouldn't
elected him.
Election day came, the town people elected him in a landslide. Now Mr. Collins, Sheriff
Timothy Collins had his fate delivered to him in the way of a shiny silver badge. The first
thing on his agenda was to catch and stop the cattle thieves who had killed his predecessor
and robbed many of the farmers who lived on the outer edges of town and the surrounding
area he had jurisdiction over.
He knew who he was looking for, they had been identified as the Thompson Gang, a gang
that has been bothering the whole county and surrounding counties for years. Just after TC
as the town people liked to call the sheriff was sworn in as sheriff, a member of the
Thompson Gang came galloping into town. "How you doing sheriff, I see another fool has
decided to join the ranks of the nonliving." The sheriff looked at this tall heavy set, dark
haired man. He recognized who he was instantly and said; "And exactly who would that be,
Sir." Lines were drawn and now was time for a show down as both men had their hands on
their guns ready to draw.
J.M. Turner was the man on the horse, everyone knew him and feared him. He was known
as one of the fast and sharpest shooters in all of the west. J.M. was wanted for the murder of
over twenty five different men, that he killed in gun fights. No one was sure of exactly what
would or wouldn't happen, but obviously no one except the sheriff was willing to face J.M..
"Well, Sir I see it only one way, you get down from your horse and turn yourself in for the
murder of Sheriff Higgins or I will be forced to do whatever is necessary to bring you in and
see you brought to trial for it. Then make sure that what the court determines to be done
with you is carried out.”
J.M. laughed, "Well, that is brave talk from a man about to die sheriff."
The sheriff replied; "I'm sure I'll find a better day ahead to die, I don't plan on dying today."
J.M. stepped down from his horse all the town's people cleared to the side of the street. The
men stood, about fifty feet apart from each other. Both with hand ready to draw. The sheriff
a brave man with little fear, that showed if any at all, his hand steady at his side above his
shiny silver Colt revolver. J.M. on the other hand had a nervous little quiver as his hand
shaked above his gun, a black custom made gun that he had hanging in his holster.
Both men stared into each others eyes, the sheriff giggled, with a little smirk. "Funny thing
J.M., you are the experienced gun fighter here and you are the one who seems scared of me.
You could just give up and surrender."
"Brave talk from a dead man sheriff."
Both men pulled their guns. Bang! Bang! Both guns fired. One bullet strayed hitting no one.
The other bullet entered mid chest threw the denim shirt into the chest piercing the victims
heart. The blood being pumped out of the body, squirted five or six feet in front of him. The
crowd fell silent watching in horror.
He reached grabbing his, chest. He stood for a second making a soft moan as his gun
dropped flipping end over end, three times as it hit the ground with a loud thud. Dropping to
his knees he looked upward. With the last ounces of life and on his last breath, he looked up
and said; "I guess I should have cleaned that gun first. That was a nice shot sheriff." He
then dropped to the ground and died.
The sheriff lived for thirty more years. He never once had to draw his gun and fire it again.
No man was brave enough to test their skills against the greatest shot in the west.
EVERYTHING WAS WORTH IT
I open my book of life today, to see, I am now, truly free. I explore with my heart ,to
my content, of obvious desires to be loved. If you love me is yet to be seen, but my
love for you cannot be denied. True as life its self, is the destiny of my heart. Scars
from my past and more to come, but one day I will find you, the one who brings me
never ending joy. On that day I will be happy to say, everything was worth it.
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