New Great Web Sites

http://stoptheaclu.com/archives/2006/05/


http://www.911familiesforamerica.org/


http://www.bsalegal.org/

The Man Fool

These thoughts of brushing back,
the hair from your face.
Fill my mind of that time,
and the warmth of that place.
Reminders of that sweetness,
as it hung against your cheek.
As my fingers brushed across your face,
Aware you make me weak.
These moments, though brief,
are frozen in my mind.
For you they may be nothing,
but for me they seem to shine.
I tell myself, you foolish man,
you’ve nothing for her, to give.
Yet in my heart there is a chance,
some reason to laugh and live.
I know to you, that I am not,
a man you’d want to see.
But to me, you are one
That with, I’d love to be.
I know that you have tried,
in your way to tell me no.
But as a man who dreams through life,
I am a little slow.
So today, I understand.
The time has come for me.
To tell my heart to let it go,
for it will never be.
I can still dream that if it had,
been another place or time.
That maybe then together,all the words would make a rhyme.

another great blog site

I have not been all the way through this site but it appears to be a great one.


http://supportmyredbulls.blogspot.com/

Drinking it all in

On May 4th, 2006 Ted and Joan Kennedy’s son, Patrick, who is the Demon-crat Representative from Rhode Island, crashed his car into a Police barrier near the Capital just before 3 a.m. He was hauled off, WITHOUT a sobriety test by the Capital Police, and has since entered the Mayo Clinic to be treated for his Prescription Drug habit. Well, I have been moved to write him a poem, a little ditty that goes like this:

Teddy, oh Teddy
Where have you been?
I’m showered and sobered
Now won’t you come in?
Teddy, oh Teddy
When the road went right
You left Mary Jo
Submerged that night
Teddy, oh Teddy
You and Joan
Must be so proud
Of your own flesh and bone
Son Patrick, oh Patrick
Apple of father eye
You didn’t fall far from
Where Mary Jo died
To rehab, to rehab
You run and hide
Addicted to drugs
High on your ride
Oh Patrick, oh Patrick
Have you no shame
Corruption running
Through every vein

North Dakota Night

There are so many stories waiting patiently inside me. Some have already happened while others, I will never fully see nor understand in my lifetime. Within my mind mega bites of information enter and exit at their own will. Some pieces are caught in a filter to which no delete or open button exists. These lay lodged, awaiting other pieces to complete them. Others, though full of hope, never find their way out. These show themselves to me at night while in slumber, burning up as my eyes open. In what would best be described as an informational field of asteroids these ideas exists. Much like deep space many of these thoughts live in states of suspended animation. Some will collide with others and form a new idea, which for reasons unknown to me take on a new shape. It is in these new shapes that they began to work towards the surface of my consciousness. It is here that they wait to be nudged into the limelight of this computer screen.
Ideas are like that, at least for me. Waiting for some small event to light the bulb above my head. For some they start the long process to become a story after a smell, a touch, or a taste causes me to understand where they wish me to take them. Often, they are sad and desire the story of themselves to be so, while others seek a happy ending. Many, are incomplete and become an unfinished work in progress, and of those, few ever make it to anyone’s eye. Their fluid sounds falling on deaf ears, some slowly forgotten, while some die. It was Michelangelo that once said that within each piece of stone is a sculpture waiting to be released. For me, these stories are but moments away, await their release, awaiting that nudge out into the light of day, and this was one of them.