We Can Fear… (10w)

 

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We can fear more the imagination of humanities divided minds. (10w)

 

“You can’t judge a book by it’s cover but you can judge a cover by it’s cover.”

Personal Security

Personal security is something everyone must be concerned about. The world HAS become a dangerous place. Actually, the world has always been dangerous. Some predator animals have and will always look at us as a meal. Fire and firearms have offered humans some protection during our history. Humans have been hurting other humans probably since we learned we could. It is looking as if that will never change. Today we must be very aware of our surroundings when shopping, entering our work/school and homes. They are always looking for the opportunity to take (our kids and valuables), rape, kill or a whole list of other horrible inhuman deeds. The war on drugs has given black market a broad base to excel in crime. Our leaders in the world are each day giving criminals more power and rights as they take away the rights of law abiding citizens. The Internet has made the world like a small village. The World Wide Web is a place where we hang out. Criminals hang out here too.

As of the time and date of this post there are 250,681,017 malicious websites online. Each one is crafted in some way to take, steal or hurt users and computers. This list grows each hour. There are more than 114,120,414 security threats too. These include but are not limited to virus, worms, bots, traps, algorithms and other programs designed to once again steal or control. I recently came across a WordPress Gravatar profile that had a malicious website listed as the link.

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I wrote about this before and posted it on my former Facebook. This is something my ex-girlfriend and I completely agreed upon;

When you are adding friends on Facebook would you want this person to come to your house? Would you let them in your home? Would you let them around your kids?

If you answered NO to any of these questions why would you let this person see any personal information about you? Would you expose your friends to this person?

People fail to realize that when you post something on the Internet even though it may SEEM private it really never is. Because a friend of a friend of a…. you get the point right? Also these social media places own anything you post and can sell/share it to companies. You agree to this when you accept the terms of use.

Think about this.

You (not really you, an example) post photos of your kid(s), where they go to school, where you eat-out at or shop. Where you work, go to school or pictures of your home/car. You post photos or describe places nearby you frequent. Even pics of the night sky give geographical information. Are you thinking yet? The lion lays in wait, no matter how long it takes to get his prey. Human predators sometimes will take months or even years to get a victim. We MUST be careful in everything we do on-line.  Everything you publically share is a clue for that evil person to located you, a loved one or even a friend.

I recently learned this.

A few months ago I received an e-mail from a former colleague who worked in a call center I set-up in the Philippians. She  was telling me she saw my profile on a popular internet dating website and asked if I was available. HUH? I never, not ever have been on ANY Internet dating site. I actually do not see the point in a long distance relationship. Even one that is 100 miles away is difficult. Why would I want to date someone hundreds, thousands or halfway around the world? Seeing each other would be few and far between. Okay my point may be wrong on this reasoning. But that is not my point concerning security on-line. She gave me the link to this “profile of me.” It was my photo from the former Facebook page. It contained enough personal information about me, age, city, MORE PICTURES from the web and things I have posted here on WordPress like quotes and a general “feeling” of the things I write. It took me 7 weeks to gain control of “MY PROFILE” that was found out by the dating site to probably have been set-up by someone in Nigeria or what they told me. They kept a record of the IP Address used when profiles are created and it was not one from the USA. There were over 2,500 letters in there from unsuspecting women who had written to “Me” who was not me. That is scary! What this person or persons had hoped to accomplish by creating a fake profile is beyond me. But I am sure it was for some evil purpose. Be careful ladies. You never know the predator that is behind the profile until it could be to late.

Today a phone call came to my cell phone. This call is what prompted me to write this post. It was from NYC – Bronx area. The caller had some of the worst English imaginable, could hardly understand the guy.
Now this is me, someone who has talked with people from all over the world and this guy was broken. As best as I could understand he was offering me a job. Said he found my “Resume'” on Monster or CareerBuilder. (I don’t have one on either) but explained he didn’t know which. He knew my name. My cell is not listed and I only share it with a select few. Though I did use the number on that damn Facebook app a few years back and Twitter. You can only use Instagram on Mobile (because they have no access by PC) so I am thinking maybe one of those.

PLEASE EVERYONE BE SAFE! Be aware and protect yourself, your family and friends.

Puissantius Of Kandarin – The Cooks Assistant

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Book One – Chapter One – Part Four

The Cooks Assistant

A cock is crowing and it brings me from my restful sleep. I could hear the roosters’ crow to my north repeating his awakening calls. Soon after, the hens begin clucking signaling the dawns rise. I can see the sun is rising to the east. There is a faint color of red and yellow in the fading night sky. I tossed a few logs on the embers of the glowing coals from night’s previous fire. As the fire catches and flames begin to dance I can feel the warmth. Pulling the map of Gielinor from my pack I study the land around me. Today I shall try and explore this city further. Tomorrow perhaps I will have some things I can sell at the grand exchange. I feel safe in the city of Lumbridge. Yet I yearn to travel to some of the towns and cities in the kingdoms nearby.

I can smell bread cooking. People are beginning to walk about the street outside the walls. A few walk past as they enter into the castle. The meal I cooked last night was satisfying. I do not feel weakened by hunger like the day before. The journey here by ship did take some strength from me. But now I feel content knowing I have some basic tools to make me stronger. I feel refreshed and warm. I secure my fire, then wash my face and hands in the fountain. The water is cool and quite refreshing. Quenching my thirst I decide to enter into the castle and explore. The aroma of fresh bread is stronger as I enter through the large strong doors of the castle. It draws me in and I follow its lovely scent to an open door down a short hall. Looking inside I can see a man wearing a white outfit and a hat. He is adorned in clothing only an expert chef would be allowed to wear. I can tell from the way he moves about the kitchen he is in a hurry to prepare the breakfast.

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As I turn to leave the cook calls out to me. “YOU! Come quickly I need an assistant to help me finish these dishes.” I dart through the door and settle near the man. “Go down that ladder into the cellar and bring me a pot, five plates, nine forks, two spoons and a bucket of water. You will find everything I ask at the sink. Don’t mind the rats, kick them if you must out of the way. Now HURRY!” I opened the trap door without hesitation and climbed down the ladder into the cellar below. The place was dim and cold barely lit by the torches on the walls. There were old partitions dividing the place into different areas, not like rooms. As I looked around trying to see where this sink was, I saw a rat running in endless circles near a cabbage on the floor. There was a small table in one area. And against one wall a chest. Next to the chest was a shelf with what looked like an assortment of spices, pots of flour and other items used in cooking. On the wall to what I think is north I see the sink. I grabbed a sack and went to the sink, getting everything the chef asked for. I will have to come back here when I have more time to have a better look around.

As I climbed back up the ladder I could hear the cook talking to himself. He was seemingly complaining of never having enough help. How nice, I thought. Maybe I can take a job with him and earn a few gold coins. Maybe even learn how to make some impressive dishes. The chef directed me to plate what he has cooked for the duke. I took some utensils hanging on the wall and begin to put together food from the stove. The stove and oven were very impressive. A well-crafted cast iron and stone model, black, inlaid with brass. Suddenly the cook grabbed me by my arm. As I turned to look at him I could see the horror on his face. “Lad I can see from the way you are slopping my lord’s food on that plate you are not well mannered. In fact I can tell you are not really a cook. Oh no!” He took the plate from my hand and placed it on the nearby table. “You can come back and eat this once you have finished helping me. But for now, get that crate over there and be ready to receive these plates.”

I watched him as he carefully plated the different foods. He skillfully placed individual portions on single plates. Garnishing each with a variety of spices and herbs. “I can see by the way you are plating this food you are a master chef.” I stated. He laughed. “Lad I am the best cook in all of Lumbridge. But the master chef is in Varrock at the cooking guild. He is the one who taught me. Where is the bowl I asked for?” The chef exclaimed. “You did not ask for a bowl sir. I brought everything you told me to get.” I replied. “Go back into the cellar and bring me a bowl. No, bring three bowls. And a pot of flour from the shelf. Oh, and another bucket of water too. Now hurry!” He commanded. I climbed back down the ladder into the cellar below. I noticed in one of the areas there was a hole in the wall. It looked very dark as I peeked through.  I grabbed another sack from the pile and obtained everything he wanted.

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Climbing back up the old wooded ladder and through the trap door into the kitchen, the cooked helped me up. He took a single bowl from the sack and carefully filled it with stew from a large pot on the stove. He added some spice from a shaker. “The duke likes his curry to be extra spicy.” He stated. Placing the bowl into the crate. “Now take my lords breakfast to him. He is on the second floor, third door to your right at the top of the landing. Don’t forget to bow to him as you enter the room. He is after all royalty. You do know how to address men of stature right?” I nodded. “Once you have delivered this crate come back here and join me. We will sit and eat together. I have something you may be interested in. ‘Very well sir.” I replied. “I shall be back soon.”

As I exited from the kitchen carrying the crate of food I noticed the mind rune once again on the floor. Gielinor is a place of magic. It seems someone, or something has either cast a spell on this tile in the floor, or from a remote place replaces it each time it is taken. I must learn more of this magic. But I haven’t any idea where to begin. Someone passed by me and climbed the stairs. She offered a hand and helped me to carefully carry the crate, asking where I was going. We reached the second floor, she smiled and continued up to the next level. I made my way past some guards in the hall, almost tripping over some logs left carelessly on the floor. I knocked on the door of the dukes quarters and he open and invited me in. “Place the crate on the floor near that table.” He motioned to the table next to the wall with a chair. “Puissantius thanks for bringing my breakfast. I see you have met the chef of my castle. Did he teach you anything?” “Yes he did. He advised me on how to plate food properly.” I replied. “Very good indeed. Now leave me. I have a task for you in the future. I will call for you once I hear you are ready.” He motioned me toward the door as he sat down at the table. I closed the door behind me. I looked to the north end of the hall and could see a stair like the one I just ascended. It must lead to the other end of the castle probably connecting the entrance hall. OH, maybe after eating I can come back and see where it truly leads. I peaked in the room where the spinning wheel was located. A girl was crafting some bow strings from flax on the spinning wheel. I asked her where she picked the flax. “It comes from a field south of Seers Village near the castle of Camelot.” She replied. “Seers Village? Where is that?” I asked. “It is to the west. Have you no sense of direction? You must not be from around here!” She replied and smiled. Giggling as she turned back to the wheel. I could see she was focused on her task and decided to close the door. I made my way back down the spiral stairs and went back to the kitchen.

“Hello adventure! I am glad you are back. I tossed that slop you had plated in that bucket over there. When you leave you can give it to the pig who wanders around in the courtyard outside the castle. The pig says he hopes to one day become bacon, and one day I may give him his wish. I have prepared for us to eat. Some of what we, I mean I, cooked today for our breakfast. Here sit with me, let us talk.” We sat down at the table. I see the man has once again served us some very remarkable looking plates of food. “Now tell me lad, what is your name?” The cook asked. “I am Puissantius. And what is your name?” I replied. “I am Lumcook, ancestor of Frannizard Van Lumcook. But you can call me ‘The Cook.’ Frannizard was the first cook in our family to serve a duke. One hundred years ago he came here and prepared a banquet which was so stupendously amazing that he was offered a job for life, along with all of his descendants. Let us eat before the meal gets cold. Then I have an offer for you!” We ate without speaking.

“The meal was amazing. I have never enjoyed food this much before.” I told the cook. “I am happy to have given your tongue such enjoyment Puissantius.” He replied. “As you can see I am very busy here. It seems I hardly have time to get everything I need from the nearby farms and shops. Usually I can grab a passerby who will assist me. And for a coin or a favor most will go get me what I need.” “Well I guess I came by at just the right time today to offer my help.” I replied. “Indeed you did Puissantius. And for that I am most grateful. Talking with you this morning made me remember the banquet Frannizard prepared many decades ago. And I am thinking maybe, with your help I could recreate one as amazing.” Well Cook, I would like to help. I too am grateful for this meal. It was certainly delicious. But I need to make some money. I had planned on doing just that today.”  I replied. I could see from the look on Cooks face he was thinking. He placed his fingers on his handlebar mustache, giving them a twist. “I tell you this, Puissantius. If you agree to help me, get everything I need, and assist me in my recreation I will reward you.” He replied. “Okay Cook. What do you have in mind? What’s in it for me?” “I will give you 500 gold coins. Give you access to my kitchen, my royal stove and two valuable keys!” I nearly fell out of my chair. “That is a lot of money! And I could use a stove and oven to cook. A fire does not cook food evenly. What are the keys for?” I exclaimed. “In the city of Varrock there is a Treasure Hunter. She will exchange the keys for things quite valuable. What say you? Will you assist me?” He replied with a look of excitement. “YES! I will help you.” I told him. “Most excellent!”  He stated. “Let me write you a list and directions on your map. I will teach you also, once we begin, how to prepare a banquet fit for a Duke.”

“Okay Puissantius, here is the list of the things we shall need. Let me hold your map and I will mark the locations of where you will get things from the list.” The Cook stated. I handed him my map, and took the list he wrote on the parchment paper.

  • ONE SUPER LARGE EGG: See farmer Fred and tell him it must be exactly big.
  • EXTRA-FINE FLOUR: Get wheat from the field and take it to Millie Miller.
  • TOP QUALITY MILK: See Gillie Groats at the cow field.

“Alright I have marked the places on your map where I think you will get everything we need. Take a clay pot with you and get a clean bucket from the basement. You can kill a few chickens while at farmer Fred’s farm. You may want to get yourself some fresh eggs there too. If you can, take some extra wheat from the field. You can make some flour for yourself to use later in making bread. Also ask Miss Groats at the cow field if you can come back later and get some meat. She usually has some extra cows you can cull. I am excited Puissantius! Hurry back. Oh, don’t forget to take this slop for that little pig in the courtyard.” The cook said with such excitement. “I will be back very soon.” I replied.

I got everything in my backpack and left out from the castle. I found the pig and put the bucket of slop down near him. He was so very excited! He kept saying; “One day I will be bacon.” Which I find a little weird. Maybe he doesn’t know that to be bacon you have to be killed and cut into pieces. Oh well. Not my worry. I looked on my map and could see where the Cook had marked the locations. Everything was north of here, so I made my way in that direction.

Along the way there was a guard standing near the bridge. He had a beautiful dog sitting next to him. Across the river the Goblins were engaged in some informal combat with a few people. I could see someone was fishing on the river. There was a farming patch along the way. A leprechaun was dancing around nearby. I had never seen one before in real life. But he surly looked like the pictures in books I had read. There was an ore smelter a bit further up the road. Across from it was what looked like a training area for combat? Next to it was a fence that kept sheep. I could see someone was busy shearing one. I stopped to look at my map. But I realized I did not need to because I heard a cock crow just around the bend.

When I got to Fred’s farm I told him I needed to get a SUPER LARGE EGG for the Lumbridge Cook. He told me I could go inside the gate, but I would have to wait until a chicken dropped one of the size I needed. I could see a few hens laying in the coop. But none had eggs large enough. I took about a dozen for myself, placing them in my pack. Not far away there was a large number of chickens walking about. Farmer Fred called to me and said; “You can kill any of those old hens over there. Just do not kill my rooster!” “Okay. Thanks.” I replied. I took my bronze dagger out and went to get a bird. “Ouch!” I cried. “That chicken jumped up and attacked me. Oh my god! Help!” The chicken kept pecking my legs and flying around my head. I tried to run but came to the fence. In an outburst of defense I swung my dagger out to the chicken, finally killing it. I could hear people laughing near the gate. Farmer Fred was the one laughing the loudest. “Hail to the newcomer. Slayer of chickens!” He shouted. Only making the crowd laugh more. “Welcome to Gielinor adventurer. Things are not always as defenseless as they seem. Take your bird. And I see one of my prized fighting hens has laid the egg you came here to seek.” He shouted again. I picked my kill up, seeing I had more than a few wounds from the fight. I wrapped the Super Large Egg in cloth and placed it in the security of my pack. I exited from the gate, if I had a tail I am sure it was tucked between my legs.

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Just to the north-west I could see a field of wheat growing. I went to the fence and climbed over the stile and gather a few handfuls of grain. I got some extra for myself then climbed back over onto the road. I could hear, then see, the windmill as it turned against the wind. I walked to the door, opened it and went inside. There was a nice looking woman working at adjusting the stones above the trough where the flour falls. “Hello my lady. I am Puissantius. The Lumbridge Cook sent me here. I am looking for Millie Miller.” I stated. “Well hello to you Puissantius. I am Millie. What does the Chef seek today from my mill?” She replied. “Millie I need some extra fine flour. The Cook needs it in preparing a splendid banquet.” I explained. “You have arrived at just the right time. Give me a few minutes while I finish adjusting these stones. You do have an empty pot for the flour yes?” “I do have a pot. But I am not sure how to get the flour.” I replied. “No worries. Climb up the ladder over there to the top level and add your wheat into the bin. Pull the lever when I tell you. Then go to the middle level and pull the lever there. Once you have done this come back down here and scoop the flour into your pot. It really is quite easy.”

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I followed Millie’s instructions and went to the top level. When she called to me I pulled the lever. I heard the gears engage the spinning shaft and transfer wind power to the bin allowing the grain to fall into the chute below. It removed the grains from the hull. I climbed down to the second level and pulled the levers again causing the chute to open, engaging the gears and turning the stone wheels below. I climbed down to the ground floor room below and saw a very nice pile of very fine flour. “Okay Puissantius you have milled your first pot of flour. Come back anytime when you need to use my mill again. Oh, and would you bring me some of that marvelous pie the cook bakes? Apple is my favorite.” Millie asked. “I will indeed Millie. I may even bring you some of the meal I am about to assist the cook in making.” I replied. “That would be delightful and kind of you Puissantius.” Millie stated as she walked toward the back of the mill.

I exited out of the mill, looking at the list of things to get. I got my map out and could see I needed to walk east, across a bridge then north to the cow field. Along the way there was a covered bridge crossing over the Lum River. There were some ducks swimming in the water. Just on the other side of the bridge was an ugly looking goblin walking about. I at first pulled my dagger out, then on second thought the bronze axe from my pack. If the goblin is going to attack me I will make sure he will not get close. As I crossed over the bridge he seemed to be walking toward a small stall where a vendor had some wares for sale. I had no choice then but to walk past him because it was along the path. He looked at me and said; “Big high war god, Bandos is my leader.” And the merchant looked at me shaking his head. “That is about all he ever says adventure. He’s quite harmless. Can I show you my wares, do you have time?” He asked. “Not now my good sir. I have no coin to spend. But after I am finished in this quest maybe I can come back.” I replied. “That would be nice.” He stated. “This road leads to Varrock and most people do come back. Have a pleasant day.” He turned his attention to his cart as I walked away. The cows were all doing what cows do best, eating grass. I could see a fair maiden near two cows that were tied to stakes. She had a dark clothes covering her shoulder to foot. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a very long colorful skirt and gloves. I opened the gate, closing it behind me, entering the field. As I walked near her she turned and faced me. She had two buckets of milk hanging from a pole across her shoulders.

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“Hi! I am Gillie Groats the milk maiden. Are you here to get some milk?” She questioned. “Hello Gillie, I am Puissantius of Kandarin. Indeed I am here for milk. But not just any milk. The Cook of Lumbridge has sent me to get some top-quality milk. He needs it to prepare a banquet fit for the Duke. Do you have any?” I replied. “Yes Puissantius I have exactly the milk you need. My husband has taken all the regular milk to market. Let me get a bucket. My prized cow has the finest milk in all of Gielinor.” She replied as she turned and walked over toward the fence. “I have a bucket, here.” Saying as I got mine from my pack. She giggled, and laughed a bit. “Oh no Puissantius, not a bucket from that damp wet cellar of the castle. You must put quality milk in a bucket that is completely clean. I’ll trade you okay?” She responded. “Okay I guess. I never gave it much thought.” I acknowledged. She sat on a little stool and milked the cow with precision and skill unlike anything I have ever seen. She would look toward me and smile every once and a while. I tried to smile back while at the same time trying not to let her notice I was looking at her. When she filled the bucket she handed it to me. “Hum, how much do I owe you?” I said. She smiled and said; “Not a single coin will you pay. You will be back, I can tell. Maybe if I am lucky you will think of me and bring me a small gift. I like flowers.” I think I was blushing, maybe more than usual. “I would be honored to again return and bring you the loveliest flower I can buy Gillie.” I replied. “I don’t want you to buy me flowers Puissantius. I want one that you picked or grew, one that made you think of me.” She insisted.” “Certainly I will Gillie. But it will be hard to find a flower of such beauty as you. And when I find the flower that reminds me of you I will return.” I replied. “I would like that.” Gillie said. “Now hurry along with the milk, it will spoil if you wait too long. See you again soon, I hope?” “Yes, I will be back soon. Thank-you for the milk… and bucket.” I walked away as quick as I could. Careful to not spill a single drop of the milk. What just happened here? I asked myself. I am sure I looked like a fool, old tattered clothes and all. She was probably being nice. That’s it. She is just nice to everyone.

Traveling back to Lumbridge with everything we needed for the banquet I took time during my walk to plan on my next adventure. I must find a tailor to make or buy some new clothes. These drab green tattered and stained ones I am wearing need to be replaced. I also need to mine some ore and practice smelting. I could smith some nice armor from the bars and if I can make enough, sell them for some good profit. Also if I had some decent armor and a sharp sword I could challenge somebody to a duel for a wager. Maybe even pay for some combat training. So many things going through my mind. With 500 gold coins I should be able to buy some nice clothes. Still I must think to save enough to buy a small house. Living on the streets it not the way I want to live for long.

With the items the Cook wanted in my hands and pack I entered into the kitchen. The Cook was very delighted to see me and like a child he opened and examined each carefully. “Perfect!” He declared. “This is everything! I shall at once begin to re-create the meal that brought our family to fame. Sit here at the table and watch me as I make this meal for our Duke. Everything I promised you is in the sack on the table.” Lumcook beamed. I watched as the cook went to work duplicating the divine creation. I counted my coins. Five-hundred shiny gold pieces. A great step forward for me. Two dull keys. Well he said they were valuable. And a promise letter giving me the right to use his wonderful stove at any time. I guess this morning turned out to be a giant step forward from a small token in being helpful. I like my new home, it… “HEY! Pay attention here. I’m trying to teach you something about cooking.” The Cook screamed out to me. “Yes sir! I am your new assistant after all.”

 

Authors Post Note

The story is my own version of the RuneScape Quest – The Cooks Assistant.  Everything the cook needs, the people I had to visit and the basic storyline is what a player will experience.

New players will need to complete the quest in order to use the range in Lumbridge Castle. This quest is very short and easy. Completing this quest is a requirement before a player can begin the RuneScape 100th quest “Recipe For Disaster” which is a very long quest. One having 10 sub-quest  that range in difficulty from novice, master and elite.

 

There Was A Time

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There Was A Time

There was time when I dreamed
that was last night
There was I time when I hoped
that was today
There was a time I was in love
that was two years ago
There was a time when I cried
that was last year
There was a time when I wished
that was last week
There was a time when I hurt
that was a month ago
There was a time when I worked
that was always
There was a time when I was lonely
that was recently
There was a time when I wanted
that was now
There was a time when I found you
that was when you find me

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Photos and poetry copyright © 1998 and beyond Wade Lancaster

Direction – Other

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Direction – Other

Direction – Other

five steps forward nine steps back
sideways motion
moving
direction other
not as planned
but four is lucky

 

universe multi
many theory
twelve is the divided tribe
plural perhaps
light years away
same distance from the sun

 

gobekli tepe
smart find recent
dumb place
buried from sight
Baalbek mystery
stronger than ants

 

relationship status
complicated
unknown
single
attached
to me

 

thoughts many
wrinkles a-plenty
convoluted memories
two minds
intermingled in thoughts
hearts divided

 

thinking deeply
shallow breathing
thoughts very distant
looked very close at
remembered seeing
brain in a jar

 

brain in jar
house of glass
lonely life
mind meld memories
with brain in jar
any thoughts

 

 

Empty Mind
Some brains only live inside the skull of a man

Trending on Hello Poetry ~ A poem by Wade Lancaster

((notes))The only positive direction is up. Twelve tribes were scattered throughout the universe. The multi-verse. 235 genes, found only in human DNA. Children of the stars. 24 point nine hours in near space.

When you are kept in the dark and you keep digging a tunnel, you feel like a mole

A Common Mole
From the darkness of a tunnel even a mole needs the love of light

When you are kept in the dark and you keep digging a tunnel, you feel like a mole. Having a sense of helpless hope, seeing no way out, because you are blind, even blindsided by someone is a terrible way to live. Life was not created to live in this way.

Life should be bright, sunny, shared and loved. Life was never meant to live alone. Life must be fulfilling, abundant and cherished. Life is so short. Life is so fragile. Life needs room to breath, room to grow, purpose, and meaning.

Life is not about understand the meaning of life. Life is meant to understand the meaning of ones own life. But one day, when the thread snaps, and you look around, without seeing me in your life… it is then, you realize, you are just a poor helpless mole like me.

Never Take Love For Granted
Treasure Love

A Word In Your Shell-Like

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Indefatigable persistence in reading takes one to omniscience.

Love Key
The Love Key opens different doors in a relationship. Know the one you love. It takes time and patience to know each other. A couple grows stronger over time.

It is better to be careful 100 times than to be killed once. – Mark Twain

The path is always not straight
Life’s path is not always straight. At times the terrain is rough and rocky.  Sometimes we have to stop. We catch our breath and smell the flowers. Other times all seems lost and impossible. Even the best of friends at times do not follow the same path. True love and true friends carry a map. One that always leads us back.  Back is sometimes forward when both walk the positive path. Hold my hand as I hold yours and together neither with fall over the edge.

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The problem you solve is the reason you were created on earth.

Collect questions because in them are answers.

What grieves you is a clue to something you are assigned to heal.

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”  — Carl Sagan, Cosmos

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When everything seems to big to handle go outside to change your mind.

Lately the snake has been eating its own tail.

When I hurt too much to talk there is too much pain inside.

Soft Blows
Where there is thunder
the lips speak in soft blows
Syllables award-winning
Connect in dialogue
A distance meaning close
Action speaking deafness arouse
Hammer to anvil
Current transmitted
Feelings stir emotions
Message is clear

Even someone as cool as me emits light. ~ Wade Lancaster

Each one of us is a being of light shining our glory onto the world.

 

happiness comes

 

A wise man listens to the wisdom of his wife.

My woman’s cooking is so good if you put it on your head your tongue would beat your brains out trying to get to it.

My wife’s fried chicken could bring world peace.

{ NOTE to self; I’m not married }

You keep what you kill. Remember that.
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When I am afraid I Will master my fear.

Have you found the answer to your question
Are you thinking of the same as me
Happiness is not elusive
As we know it’s conducive
Scripts not needed
Going with the flow
Steady as we go
Hands together
Eyes looking in
Together we will
Conquer
Demons flee to wind

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To this end, my blade soars through the aquarium of my soul. Seeking the kelp of discontent, which must be cut, so that the rocky bottom of love lie in waking, with fertile sand, for the coming seed of my true loves affection. Does this explain my need for her? No. It is like a giant cave of emptiness waiting for the bats of love, to hang by, and beckon me to taste that heavenly food. In heart, my heart beats for only one… That is you, my everything and one true love.

 

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If only you could see
I am like a mimosa tree
My branches you can climb
My leaves will give you shade
When my spring arrives
My flowers you can see
The aroma is only for you
In the night
My leaves close
It is how I hold you within my arms
In this way I exhale
And you receive the oxygen
For it enriches your blood
And your heart becomes happy for it
Dig into my roots
They are dug into the soil of our togetherness
Feel the richness
Smell the earth
Look upward towards the sky
As the light of happiness
Filters through
If only you could see
I am more than just a tree —

Wade Lancaster

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Partners in life
Ever flowing happiness
To the different moments in life
Sex flowing from a look
A touch or a word
Ending in a moan or sigh of two
Able to accept
That is not perfect
Willing to change
Truth is a glue
Faithful the two
Speak in our ears
Prolongs all our years

Amore


Rob Thomas ~ Now Comes The Night

I looked at a star in the sky. and I knew I could fly to it
You are the apple in my eye.
And I knew you would get me to it.
Upon wings we reach new heights.
Float in the air and breathe it.