Dive Into My Mind – Swimming In Thoughts

This post is a combination of feelings, thoughts, emotion and some poetic rendering. What the heck… it’s complicated.

you are the home of love
You are the home of love. “True Love” begins within.

Remembering being mortal.

I remember. I do not feel it. I can, if I choose. It is very, very sad bring mortal. There is happiness, yes. But mostly sadness. As I have said, “Count only the happy hours”. For mortals, they are all to few. But for me — there is no more feeling. Only knowing. Not quite no more feeling. I still want to win. I want to defeat evil. Perhaps I have lost the feeling for the people, for their suffering. I don’t want that feeling. It is of no use to me. That is no longer what matters to me. I only want not to lose true love. To lose true love would be very, very bitter.

Letters become words
ABC’s – A random photo from Bing Images – I like the mirror image, it reminds me of my gift.

If you could dive inside my mind, like a raindrop into an eternal sea, we would become one.
In as much if I could seep into your thoughts we will be one conscience, the sum of our best.
I am many things to myself. Yet through discovery I am many things for you.
Humanly we are individuals in a collective soul of existence.
Personally I am myself, a gift in the present for your day.
Seek what you have never discovered. Climbing our mountain gives a beautiful view.

Sea The Mountain
From the mountain to the sea; Looking Into the Mirror As the Story Unfolds

Birds of a feather may flock together but in the quill of wings fly beyond with me.
Wisdom of air will not speak against true love. It always encourages and never destroys.
Will you led me like a horse to water, drinking the blood from my broken heart.
Vixens are common like trolls under the bridge of troubled water.
In the river of doubt one will never know where it may lead.
A person of class is a class act never a class clown or royal ass.

Bird on lilly
A bird makes a boat. Even the smallest of gifts help to tread the waters.

In this mirror I can see all the things going on around us. How sad the view can be.
Still dinner with the ex breaks the trust of an already weakened soul.
So much is best in us because it bound us to family and strengthens our loyalty.
Treasure each moment and love with all your heart because we do have a choice.
A true warrior inspires others to explore peace. A king rules with love not iron.
There are no demons, we create them. In as much we create our own worst enemy.

Betrayal is Ugly
Once you have betrayed me
gaining
In gaining there is a loss. Let hate be what you lose, therefore gaining love.

The voice communicates desire. It’s what makes talking so much more exciting than texting.
As human beings we must think very clearly, deeply, in how we treat each other.
How interesting the tweets of peeps who write about topics they never intend to seek.
There has never been a time when I’ve had nothing because in you I have everything.
If you would come very, very close to my emotions.. you would understand my feelings.
Though you cannot see what I am feeling you can listen to my song, a heartbeat of two.

Moon and Stars
Remember you are some ones moon and stars. That’s true love.
Do Not Lose Hope
Do Not Lose Hope

It is not one plus one equals two, but two are the sum of one.
It’s not how you stand by your man it is about standing with him… not against.
Choosing to be a part of my history closes the book about our destiny.
Sand superheated with seaweed provide a fine surface for silver on glass.
And looking into the mirror… as the story unfolds…
Love our relationship fore time is not slow.

anger creates anger
anger creates anger

Sometimes I keep my feelings to myself.
Because it’s hard for someone else..
To understand them..

FISH IN THE SEA

Stinking fish, you chose two, over me.
The one you caught, did not get away.
Discarded, on the bank,
like garbage to thee.
Left to die, a painful death indeed.
No air from the waters of love.
Nothing to swim about within.
Flopping around, unwanted,
Taken for granted,
Only slow and painful a death,
Given to me.
Two cast, is all it took,
For this fish to see.
I am nothing,
In your sea.
Hate of hates.
Pain of pains.
Hurt of hurts.
In a virtual sea,
I am no one,
I am discarded,
Dead, as all can see,
Completely out…
Of your virtual sea.

some people are angry
some people are angry

I am not saying to walk away from the person. My gosh they are a human being. I know well, all to well, how someone I love lashes out at me. It hurts! It becomes harder every time to endure the pain, abuse… to absorb. Yes it is their battle. Be there for them. Yet, pray the person will honor and understand that you too are human, and can only absorb so much.

How much more can emotions endure, the mind absorb, and the heart break.
What are the limits that true love make
Patience and heartache a toxic waste
Hourglass and hands moving snail pace
Three steps forward nine steps back
Prime number fantasy, two became one
Divided by the virtual, destroying the sum.


An after reading mint in audio
Castle Walls ~ Styx – The Grand Illusion

images and audio in public domain

What Etiquette Is – The Social Graces

Books and Stage
A Library

Did you know I was a school teacher at one time? Yes, I was that educator, the one children either admired or feared. I taught those hated subjects —> Mathematics and Science — to the sponge like minds of 6th, 7th and Eighth graders. Of the 435 students I had the pleasure to invade the brains of, only 3 really wanted to learn. Sad yes? Each school year my admin would send to my classroom about 435 souls. I took cell phones, knives and even one gun, from the hands of the unsuspecting. Yes we had a “Resource Officer” – a deputy sheriff who was more of a presence then a enforcer. Yes, I did enlist his help, after getting the gun in my hand.  The parent of said student said I had no right to take the weapon, she gave the “boy” it for his protection. Hmmm, lets teach something here…

People are not disturbed by things, but by the view they take of them. — Epictetus

Do any of you know what Etiquette is? Some say it is the Social Graces. I guess you must have to be really, really old to know what this is. Seems the younger generation just was not either taught it, or they decided that ME! ME! ME! is more important than having a gracious lifestyle. You know, I am not surprised. I wrote about Social Graces last century, In the 1990’s. I am still surprised of the number of websites that plagiarized my work, calling it their own. I have made This work licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level. ~ Bertrand Russell

HERE IS THE First Page I hope you will read it in its entirety

People like to get along with other people. All your life you will be influenced by others, and in turn you will influence them. In order to set some standard for behavior, society has created what we call “etiquette”. Webster’s New World Dictionary defines etiquette as “the forms, manners, and ceremonies established by convention as acceptable or required by society, in a profession or in official life.” This section is to help you to learn how to follow the rules of etiquette. Also it should help you to learn to reason and become adaptable enough to make a few of your own rules for those inevitable social occasions that have no definite plan. Thus we might also consider etiquette as the ability to reason and do the right thing at the right time. If you can do this, you will have social grace.

There are three main steps toward becoming a socially gracious person. The first one comes at home, mostly during your early years, when family influences and relationships will probably carry on for the rest of your life. The second occurs at school, when you begin making friends and learn to get along with many other people. The third comes when you move from school out into the whole world of friends and strangers, which we call society. The main point for you, as an individual, is to be prepared to use good manners at all times in any one of the three settings– home, school, society.

Social grace comes with having poise. Poise comes with experience in meeting all kinds of people and knowing what to do or say. If you study this section, which gives you many of the acceptable rules of etiquette as well as some suggestions for meeting new problems, you will learn to feel more secure in all kinds of social situations.

More Etiquette At Home – Courtesy begins at home

Page 3 Entertaining Guest

Page 4 Social Graces at School

Page 5 Etiquette in Society

Page 6 Etiquette in Society; continued

Page 7 Etiquette in Society – Gifts

Page 8 Etiquette in Society – Correspondences

Page 9 Etiquette in Society – Travel

Drive is what makes us learn
Something’s Must Be Driven

A Tree Becomes What Is Inside

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

[Cosmos, Part 11: The Persistence of Memory (1980)]

Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Journey Of Sand – Hold My Hand

Journey with me my friend.

Together let us travel in time.

an old wind up clock
              Time

Like sand we shall filter through. As if only a pebble may get in our way, never will we see it as a boulder. Because we are sand, children of the boulder. And as time erodes the minutes, together we can make mountains into boulders. More important, boulders’ into pebbles, and pebbles into sand.

Let us capture that moment. A fraction of the minute we share. Let us dream in deepens desire. I can imagine a design in story. A convoluted truth of mysterious travels. Sifting upwardly toward the sky.

Someone said the sky was our limit. In my mind I say he lied. Let him reach the sky. He wants to build a home there… In the sky. I want to build a Kingdom! Because in my mind there are no limits. The universe is MY playground. I ponder that thought. No, not just the universe… The Multi-verse. Because I am timeless, wild, boundless, and peace. I am without limits because it is my time, our journey. I am patient.

Yup, it is a big libray
Knowledge is found in literates

Write the beauty in your heart. Create new chapters. No, not chapters, libraries. Talk with me so we may corroborate. I look at you, into your eyes. You see my laughter and smile. In our shared mind, we, the sand of time, talk. Let us marry our thoughts. A pure union of positive thinking. All at once you understand my wisdom. And join with me in an outburst, perhaps a giggle or two. The apparent truth is declared, the sky is not the limit. It is only a stone. A place to rest.

the windowscollective
          Enter My World Net Citizen

We grind away some time in our sky. No matter how broad the horizon . No matter how large these boulders of sky may be,  You and I are time. More numerous that the sands of all glorious seas, we are contained in the hourglass of life.  We write a new chapter in our lives. And add the sand of sky to our landscape. Planting a garden of nourishing food for thought. I paint the canvas of borrowing sky. I believe we need window. It is the portal into my mind. You add a mirror, Yes, it will reflect our togetherness. I paint for you the moon and the stars. You paint a door. Travel with me to infinity and beyond. Believe with me… The sky is not the limit. We are only the limits of imagination.

The No Named Poem (or is the name in it)

If only you could see in my mind.
Percieve the world through my eyes.
See the vision I see.
In my minds eye.

Gander if only a wrinkle.
Then you shall dream.
In my dreams.
Truth or dare.
I have much to share.

Onward through the fog.
Mountain far below.
Fearfulness in memory.
Valley coming slow.

Goodness quenched by fire.
Ice captures pain.
My mind clear of thought.
My poem gets a name.

A single flower bloomed.
For it I get love.
By it mirrors are seen.
For its from above.

choose
Land, water, by air or anyway

From Broken Mirrors – A Chapter From My Novel “Looking Into The Mirror, As The Story Unfolds”

Today I Was Reborn As My True Self

Ending living a false life, false dreams, broken hopes, and false gifts. Re-thinking what is my everything, my desires, my dreams and my reality.

Xenia
Xenia Water Tower

Impossible was once a whisper, taken from the depths of hope, revealed in the sounds of suffering from a past soon forgotten. What good is it for one to attempt to achieve the things sought by only a single soul wrapped around a broken heart… when success is a word falling at once and always deafened memories? Why would anyone want to ruin something so special with something so trivial is the question I ask?

Toy on Rock
Met The Gang

I was planning on wandering up and down the landscape, bugging people to see if they had mind-blowing dangerous quest for me to undertake. Each day allows me to explore the wonderment of the world around me. Every tri-angle has its thorns. From the convoluted fabric of tangled yarn, my life evolves. Not for glory or fame… I seek peace. For a single year filled with happiness, peaceful days, romantic nights, and shared experience I will give everything, I did, once, give everything.

A Blowout
What has worn to thin

Everyone has some baggage. It is simply a matter of having someone to carry it with you. Yet this thought floats away in the tide of the chaotic sea. Tracing the rainbow through the rain I discovered the pot was never filled with gold at the end. The leprechaun rejoices in magic where the troll laughs in thievery. The dreams of together burnt into less than ash from a single secret letter. Once trust is destroyed, one has the responsibility to right what harm was wrong… or drive the wedge further into my heart.

where is the pot of gold
Rainbow Sky

What is a legacy when the league is less than extraordinary? From a class of pillars we arise into the light. Yet the sun will set and we shall find our self in total darkness if it were not for our own beacon. And hope is but a Meer whisper in this loudness called calm. For once we become silent, because nobody listens, we have muted the chance of expression. From the depth of long-suffering, many moons have risen and hundreds of Suns have set for this goal that became emptiness. What was once a spark that fueled a flame of passionate and wonderful glory, becomes a cinder of helpless lost. Losing oneself in a futile attempt to capture everything, I am more of an option than a meaningful partner. Once and for all time I free myself from hurtful, purposeful and games of the mind. Loving myself is of higher importance than getting love that can never be real.

It is not real
Fake Flame

I stretched my patience far beyond what would be normal. I have been more forgiving than any man alive. I can say and truly believe without reservation not another man on earth could have taken so much abuse and still had as much love in my heart as myself, for one.

human Heart
A Heart That Is Broken

Nevertheless, I simply can not take it any longer. Nothing works. I tried… I mean I put my heart and soul into it. Virtually I am destroyed. And I am surly not the same man I once was. Broken, as if that is right for someone to do this to another human being. Gosh, ripping a mans heart out, throwing it onto the dirt and stomping it… over and over… this must have given someone such power!


Great creation can only follow great destruction. We all progress more quickly when chaos reigns. It is through chaos and conflict that we make our biggest steps. Do not let your eyes see or your ears hear that which you cannot account for.

Ivo de Taillebois

My Novel Idea

Friendship is the strongest foundation two people can ever share. A true friend is someone who helps me to be a better person. Be there for me, please?

I Think perhaps it is time to post some of my writings to the wall. Certainly I have so much to say, yet so little time to write. We all have that voice in our head. Not the one that tells someone some psychotic notion to destroy, (yet I know people who are set on destruction) but one that say to write. Heck! It actually screams at me. I am deep in thought even when working. Aside from my constant thought of the woman I love, my thoughts are at most time thinking about what to write.
Thinking about writing, never truly gets us anywhere if we do not place the pen to paper. Or in this technology age, to keyboard. I feel very fortunate to have learned to use notepad (onenote) and voice snips to capture my thoughts. Without these the idea would soon be forgotten or become something I never intended to say. We must make full use of the tools available as writers. How many times have you thought of something brilliant while driving or doing some other hands on task, and not been able to also jot it down? I have found that a Bluetooth headset solves this for me. I can send a text (sms) to myself or save it to onenote. I bought a Bluetooth, when I was driving over the road. It enabled my beautiful woman and myself to talk, sometimes for hours, while I drove. Don’t text and drive Y’all 🙂
So, back to this thought, on writing. I shall create a new page. And herein I will began as chapter one. Then as I build the book, I could make as many child post to the parent. I love creating with @wordpress #wordpress is a very powerful and easy way we can share our thoughts from the mind to the virtual world.