sometimes we see things: we hear things someone in your memory told us and we act on it: Chris u know i love ya but if i lie sue me: liable or defamation. Chris Crutcher@ WWW.Chriscrutcher.com, famous teen author- wrote a book about cascade Idaho, it was cool made him a famous writer-but i remember a fine man once-Paul Harvey. He always said and now for the rest of the story.
In Chris's book he talked about a guy -donkey john i think or remember Chris-Yes, his name was John or Cranky John was his real name in Cascade Idaho pop 500-1952-1957
I love truth
Mr Cranky John I remember well-he was a Cascade drunk but so was my Uncle Ori -damn I loved my Uncle Ori-what a man -truth now, John was a ww2 vet. He was there from the beginning till the end-ya decorated -took his disability checks and put them into his dresser drawers-uncashed-my aunt loved John-he was just a filthy old man who was a member of the walking dead-Nam bros u know what I mean-the walk of vacant eyes after having seen way too much death in your lifetime. How do i know this-cause Cranky John died and left his house,property and money in drawer to my Aunt Faye who loved him as a Human-how much did she get? 80,000 in uncashed checks good at that time-so be nice to everyone.
My Uncle Ori, Aunt Faye's husband, was shot in Germany then went to Asia. there he took machine gunfire to his right arm-he told me what Japanese soldier did to our pows but he also said they did same to Japanese soldiers once they found out-shit happens in war folks.
Oh Chris forgot about Nobi Nakatani-Cascade minor man but a hidden hero-Nobi was Japanese at a time Americans hated Japan-he loved USA. He joined the only Japanese -American force in USA but cause they were considered not loyal they went to Europe-the 144th won more medals in ww2 than any group and they were suspects-no they were USA citizens first -Japanese second like all of us--Ron Nakatani, Nobi's son went on to make a difference-as a Teacher-I don't think Ron knows today what a hero, his father, Nobi was.--lol google Nobi Nakatani. Buried deep within each of our countries are good people, loyal and honest and brave-men, women and even children. we even have many angels in each country always there to help us-just think that person dedicated to firm beliefs of right and wrong might just be you and might become the person to change the world. Go for it! I dare you!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
ok- chris crutcher
when u know that u will die of something soon u realize u need to be honest.
i had a wonderful friend -known him since kids-he became a writer-i am shocked -as kids we beat each other alot-i am sorry chris, www.chriscrutcher. com best jr high or above young adult witer there is in America------ quit banning him you idiots. Chris is a young great guy born and raised in Idaho. Yes I am Idaho Native-Cascade,Hagerman,Filer
i had a wonderful friend -known him since kids-he became a writer-i am shocked -as kids we beat each other alot-i am sorry chris, www.chriscrutcher. com best jr high or above young adult witer there is in America------ quit banning him you idiots. Chris is a young great guy born and raised in Idaho. Yes I am Idaho Native-Cascade,Hagerman,Filer
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wives of Vets with ptsd read this please
http://www.vietnamveteranwives.org/DearButtercup.html
a great group of nam vet wives who do so much for us all-bless u all-keep up your battle-we tend to forget the wives who go thru hell for years when we come home with our sizzling buried anger
a great group of nam vet wives who do so much for us all-bless u all-keep up your battle-we tend to forget the wives who go thru hell for years when we come home with our sizzling buried anger
Monday, November 16, 2009
Where does Al Qaeda come from and Who sponors it
i was once helping people learn English online-people all over the world.
then 9/11 happened and i quit not long after. Too many from mid east wanted to learn perfect american english-imagine why
a few weeks after 9/11 i got a message from a brave lady from Saudia Arabia telling me about Al Qaeda meant nothing to me at the time-but it was a list of cities through out Saudi Arabia that the locals called Al Qaeda city each one had training camps and were full of Al Qaeda -fully sponsored and trained by Saudi Arabia-i was upset up on reading the note-she said to give it to the FBI -
now that was not easy-u could not just call fbi and say hey i know where the terrorists are-they damn sure were not in iraq, nor afghanistan but in our friend? Saudi Arabia-finally i emailed the note to FBI in Salt Lake, Utah-the regional headquarters
what was done? hahah nothing -totally ignored-who has schools in usa as we speak teaching hate of americans and others? Saudia arabia-who sponosors terrorism thruout the world in muslim countries? Saudi Arabia-who has no womens rights at all ? Saudia Arabia
who has no human rights? Saudi Arabia
who keeps other religions out of their country? Saudi Arabia
who owns tons of property and banks in usa? Saudi Arabia
who controls all muslim countries? Saudi Arabia has Mecca so go figure
cut off the head of the snake-they started a war to drive up oil prices and make billions and buying our property and financing hate organizations within the usa
freeze all Saudi Arabian assests
make the FBI show that list of cities that were havens for Al Qaeda and where did the hijackers on 9/11 come from? not afghanistan nor iraq but saudi arabia -go figure
where could bin laden be hiding? u got it -saudi arabia
wake up America it is happening to us from within
then 9/11 happened and i quit not long after. Too many from mid east wanted to learn perfect american english-imagine why
a few weeks after 9/11 i got a message from a brave lady from Saudia Arabia telling me about Al Qaeda meant nothing to me at the time-but it was a list of cities through out Saudi Arabia that the locals called Al Qaeda city each one had training camps and were full of Al Qaeda -fully sponsored and trained by Saudi Arabia-i was upset up on reading the note-she said to give it to the FBI -
now that was not easy-u could not just call fbi and say hey i know where the terrorists are-they damn sure were not in iraq, nor afghanistan but in our friend? Saudi Arabia-finally i emailed the note to FBI in Salt Lake, Utah-the regional headquarters
what was done? hahah nothing -totally ignored-who has schools in usa as we speak teaching hate of americans and others? Saudia arabia-who sponosors terrorism thruout the world in muslim countries? Saudi Arabia-who has no womens rights at all ? Saudia Arabia
who has no human rights? Saudi Arabia
who keeps other religions out of their country? Saudi Arabia
who owns tons of property and banks in usa? Saudi Arabia
who controls all muslim countries? Saudi Arabia has Mecca so go figure
cut off the head of the snake-they started a war to drive up oil prices and make billions and buying our property and financing hate organizations within the usa
freeze all Saudi Arabian assests
make the FBI show that list of cities that were havens for Al Qaeda and where did the hijackers on 9/11 come from? not afghanistan nor iraq but saudi arabia -go figure
where could bin laden be hiding? u got it -saudi arabia
wake up America it is happening to us from within
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE
The following words were spoken by the late Red Skelton on his television program as he related the story of his teacher, Mr. Laswell, who felt his students had come to think of the Pledge of Allegiance as merely something to recite in class each day.
Now, more than ever, listen to the meaning of these words.
"I've been listening to you boys and girls recite the Pledge of Allegiance all semester
and it seems as though it is becoming monotonous to you.
If I may, may I recite it and try to explain to you the meaning of each word?"
I
me, an individual, a committee of one.
Pledge
dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self pity.
Allegiance
my love and my devotion.
To the flag
our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever
she waves, there's respect because your loyalty has given
her a dignity that shouts freedom is everybody's job!
United
that means that we have all come together.
States
individual communities that have united into 48 great states.
Forty-eight individual communities with pride and dignity and
purpose; all divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to
a common purpose, and that's love for country.
And to the republic
a state in which sovereign power is
invested in representatives chosen by the
people to govern. And government is the people
and it's from the people to the leaders, not from
the leaders to the people.
For which it stands, one nation
one nation, meaning "so
blessed by God"
Indivisible
incapable of being divided.
With liberty
which is freedom -- the right of power to live one's
own life without threats, fear or some sort of
retaliation.
And Justice
the principle or quality of dealing fairly with others.
For all
which means, boys and girls, it's as much your
country as it is mine.
***~~**~~***
Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country
and two words have been added to the pledge of Allegiance...
UNDER GOD
Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said
that is a prayer
and that would be eliminated from schools too?
God Bless America!
Now, more than ever, listen to the meaning of these words.
"I've been listening to you boys and girls recite the Pledge of Allegiance all semester
and it seems as though it is becoming monotonous to you.
If I may, may I recite it and try to explain to you the meaning of each word?"
I
me, an individual, a committee of one.
Pledge
dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self pity.
Allegiance
my love and my devotion.
To the flag
our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever
she waves, there's respect because your loyalty has given
her a dignity that shouts freedom is everybody's job!
United
that means that we have all come together.
States
individual communities that have united into 48 great states.
Forty-eight individual communities with pride and dignity and
purpose; all divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to
a common purpose, and that's love for country.
And to the republic
a state in which sovereign power is
invested in representatives chosen by the
people to govern. And government is the people
and it's from the people to the leaders, not from
the leaders to the people.
For which it stands, one nation
one nation, meaning "so
blessed by God"
Indivisible
incapable of being divided.
With liberty
which is freedom -- the right of power to live one's
own life without threats, fear or some sort of
retaliation.
And Justice
the principle or quality of dealing fairly with others.
For all
which means, boys and girls, it's as much your
country as it is mine.
***~~**~~***
Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country
and two words have been added to the pledge of Allegiance...
UNDER GOD
Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said
that is a prayer
and that would be eliminated from schools too?
God Bless America!
Monday, November 2, 2009
WWW.Suicidewall.com
Suicide Wall on the Internet
www.suicidewall.com
In an attempt to determine exactly how many
Vietnam Veterans have killed themselves, and to
memorialize their loss, the author has created a web
site on the Internet. It provides information about
veterans and veterans’ help organizations, and a
databank to register the names and stories of veterans
who committed suicide.
www.suicidewall.com
In an attempt to determine exactly how many
Vietnam Veterans have killed themselves, and to
memorialize their loss, the author has created a web
site on the Internet. It provides information about
veterans and veterans’ help organizations, and a
databank to register the names and stories of veterans
who committed suicide.
Welcome Home Brothers and Sisters
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Question
if u knew something important but by telling it u might bring harm to yourself or those around you would u have the bravery to tell it, even if u knew that it could be twisted as a sick joke or ignored or your information even killed by those in power and greed positions but it might stop millions of lives from being lost?
as a Vietnam Vet i know my answer already-i fear no one cause i have been dead already so no biggie-please comment on what YOU would do
I will never compromise my moral, principles or values for anyone including my own government
i will publish soon what i know soon but wish a week or more to take comments
as a Vietnam Vet i know my answer already-i fear no one cause i have been dead already so no biggie-please comment on what YOU would do
I will never compromise my moral, principles or values for anyone including my own government
i will publish soon what i know soon but wish a week or more to take comments
some thoughts-not mine but i agree
Two Tough Questions
Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?
Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts.
Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?
Candidate A.
He associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist.
He's had two mistresses.
He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B.
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon,
used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero.
He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke,
drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.
Which of these candidates would be our choice?
Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading..
Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember:
Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that
has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.
The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to
keep the rest of us in line.
Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?
Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts.
Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?
Candidate A.
He associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist.
He's had two mistresses.
He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B.
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon,
used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero.
He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke,
drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.
Which of these candidates would be our choice?
Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading..
Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember:
Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that
has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.
The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to
keep the rest of us in line.
Church Friends
usually i refrain from posting things online that others post but this brings tears to your eyes
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down:
73 in a 55 zone.
Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled
over, but only partially.
Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe
some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church?
Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket.
A cop catching a guy from his own church.
A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.
A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man
he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately.
I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about
roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation
in our precinct ......" Ouch".
This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was
barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming
it shut, he stared at the dashboard.
He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of
Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.
There was Bob, a folded paper in hand
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word.
Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.
How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed
by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in
jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I
thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need t o do it again. Even now. Pray for me.
And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down
the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he
too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message;
please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember,
cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down:
73 in a 55 zone.
Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled
over, but only partially.
Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe
some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church?
Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket.
A cop catching a guy from his own church.
A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.
A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man
he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately.
I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about
roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation
in our precinct ......" Ouch".
This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was
barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming
it shut, he stared at the dashboard.
He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of
Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.
There was Bob, a folded paper in hand
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word.
Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.
How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed
by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in
jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I
thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need t o do it again. Even now. Pray for me.
And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down
the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he
too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message;
please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember,
cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
My nightmare
Nightmare-1997
I get a night mare often which I must confront, mainly because it is a true story.
About November 14, 1982, a Sunday, I was heading across the Causeway from New Orleans. I was with my friend Carmen and we were going to check out some time-share condos which were for sale. Mainly we wanted a free camera given for listening to the sales speech. The day was clear and sunny.
Halfway across the Causeway, a van hit something and turned on its side sliding down the pavement. We were the second car behind the van.
My training in the military was aircraft crash and salvage rescue aboard an aircraft carrier so naturally my instinct was to jump out and pull the driver out and help him to the side of the road. I noticed his injuries were minor ( I think a cut knee) so i diverted my attention to the crash.
The crash was horrible. I could see nothing but smoke and fire. I rushed to the left where everything wasn't as intense and what I saw almost devastated me. A black man lay on the ground. He must have been changing a flat tire. He was dead. A black lady also laid on her back, also dead, by the door of a car full of smoke.
I couldn't help her either so i ran around the front of the car to the right front door. I looked into the front seat and saw two elderly black ladies dressed up in church fineries. There was no fire in the car. They were sitting upright so I beat on the window and tried the door handle. It burned me. I realized the ladies had been killed instantly. In the back seat sat three more ladies, also dead. I realized the gas tank must have burst and leaked fuel into the passenger compartment and when combined the smoke and fumes killed everyone.
I left the car and went back to the van. People were treating the man, white and 25-30, and I heard someone saying "Tell the police you were reaching for something on the floor and lost control." I could smell alcohol on him and wanted to shake him and tell him he just killed 6 or 7 people going to church. I confess I wanted to kill him. My thoughts changed quickly as a horn went off from the burning car. "oh my God, someone is still alive----I missed someone."
I ran through the flames to the driver's door. No one was moving. I realized the fire was burning the horn wiring. The fire was out of control and something told me to jump to the left, fall and roll. I did so just as there was an explosion.
I stood up and looked at the car. The lady laying there on her back had her hair on fire. her clothes burned off and her flesh was cracking exposing red through her black skin.
I felt such shame that I couldn't save her and I could'nt leave her in that condition so I put out the fire in her hair with my shirt and tried to pull her by the leg away from the fire. I say tried because her leg came apart in my hands.
I threw up my hands to God and walked out of the fire. with my training, after a fire or catastrophe, you walk away get on with your life. You try not to think or dwell on each incident or your job performance. But it never leaves you.
The only difference is I served in the military and we all knew the dangers and consequences. This was a civilian casualty and innocent people were killed by one stupid person.
To the loved ones and family I offer my condolences and sorrow even if it is belated.
I feel as if I have failed so please forgive me.
I wish I could have done more but God did not allow it.
I get a night mare often which I must confront, mainly because it is a true story.
About November 14, 1982, a Sunday, I was heading across the Causeway from New Orleans. I was with my friend Carmen and we were going to check out some time-share condos which were for sale. Mainly we wanted a free camera given for listening to the sales speech. The day was clear and sunny.
Halfway across the Causeway, a van hit something and turned on its side sliding down the pavement. We were the second car behind the van.
My training in the military was aircraft crash and salvage rescue aboard an aircraft carrier so naturally my instinct was to jump out and pull the driver out and help him to the side of the road. I noticed his injuries were minor ( I think a cut knee) so i diverted my attention to the crash.
The crash was horrible. I could see nothing but smoke and fire. I rushed to the left where everything wasn't as intense and what I saw almost devastated me. A black man lay on the ground. He must have been changing a flat tire. He was dead. A black lady also laid on her back, also dead, by the door of a car full of smoke.
I couldn't help her either so i ran around the front of the car to the right front door. I looked into the front seat and saw two elderly black ladies dressed up in church fineries. There was no fire in the car. They were sitting upright so I beat on the window and tried the door handle. It burned me. I realized the ladies had been killed instantly. In the back seat sat three more ladies, also dead. I realized the gas tank must have burst and leaked fuel into the passenger compartment and when combined the smoke and fumes killed everyone.
I left the car and went back to the van. People were treating the man, white and 25-30, and I heard someone saying "Tell the police you were reaching for something on the floor and lost control." I could smell alcohol on him and wanted to shake him and tell him he just killed 6 or 7 people going to church. I confess I wanted to kill him. My thoughts changed quickly as a horn went off from the burning car. "oh my God, someone is still alive----I missed someone."
I ran through the flames to the driver's door. No one was moving. I realized the fire was burning the horn wiring. The fire was out of control and something told me to jump to the left, fall and roll. I did so just as there was an explosion.
I stood up and looked at the car. The lady laying there on her back had her hair on fire. her clothes burned off and her flesh was cracking exposing red through her black skin.
I felt such shame that I couldn't save her and I could'nt leave her in that condition so I put out the fire in her hair with my shirt and tried to pull her by the leg away from the fire. I say tried because her leg came apart in my hands.
I threw up my hands to God and walked out of the fire. with my training, after a fire or catastrophe, you walk away get on with your life. You try not to think or dwell on each incident or your job performance. But it never leaves you.
The only difference is I served in the military and we all knew the dangers and consequences. This was a civilian casualty and innocent people were killed by one stupid person.
To the loved ones and family I offer my condolences and sorrow even if it is belated.
I feel as if I have failed so please forgive me.
I wish I could have done more but God did not allow it.
visions or predictions
The Mid East-1996-a vision
The Mid East meets the West 2003-2010. Arabs fight the West. The Mid East lies---- costs 1,000,000 livesArabs want to kill the West
God prevails
You decide the winner!
Prediction I had 5/1999
The time of life is near and we have nothing to fear. Anger and hate will soon disappear.
Love will survive.
Wars will end
Peace will reign
The King will lead.
The world will bloom
Our eyes will be opened
to the glory and we Will believe
The time of life is near.
nope i have no idea what it means
Love will survive.
Wars will end
Peace will reign
The King will lead.
The world will bloom
Our eyes will be opened
to the glory and we Will believe
The time of life is near.
nope i have no idea what it means
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Idaho Skies
Idaho Skies (98)
Idaho skies
light up your eyes.
Blue eyes turn to green
when passion strikes.
Tenseness turns to softness
when you cuddle in my arms.
Your love for me melts my heart
and my soul.
I'll love you for at least fifty years
----maybe more if I like you
by then!!!
Jenny Mae and Idaho skies
become one at dawn.
Idaho skies
light up your eyes.
Blue eyes turn to green
when passion strikes.
Tenseness turns to softness
when you cuddle in my arms.
Your love for me melts my heart
and my soul.
I'll love you for at least fifty years
----maybe more if I like you
by then!!!
Jenny Mae and Idaho skies
become one at dawn.
A Thank You To Australia-our greatest ally
Title of your Web Site: Wanderings of a Disoriented Muse Description of your Web Site: poetry-stories about my brother and sister vets -thoughts and feelings How did you find IWVPA? web link from a veteran site Where are you from? Washington state USA If You are a War Veteran, which war? Vietnam Vet 67-67 TET Proudly Served Which Armed Service? US Navy Uss America carrier-flight deck crash and salvage crew Are you a writer? that is up to the reader to decide Will you submit some of your work? i have- A Soldier's Pain Comments: Anthony
Thank you for the honor of allowing me on your site -the poetry here has helped me heal in many ways. Tears have flowed as a flooded river pouring from the mountains. I am honored to be a part of the Veterans from all over, not just combat vets but all who served their countries honorably - a Vet is a Vet is a Vet.
Welcome Home Brothers and Sisters. The last few years I have lost over 10 Nam brothers and have come close a few times of joining them. For those who were worried about me, I thank them - I struggle on - my work is not done.
I was lucky once to be in Australia and meet the fine people of the greatest ally that America ever had. I salute all you Aussies - you are fair dinkum mates; from the bottom of a yanks heart, thanks
I hope your site grows and shares and helps heal like it has done under your guidance Tony
thanks
Rich
Guncarver
Thank you for the honor of allowing me on your site -the poetry here has helped me heal in many ways. Tears have flowed as a flooded river pouring from the mountains. I am honored to be a part of the Veterans from all over, not just combat vets but all who served their countries honorably - a Vet is a Vet is a Vet.
Welcome Home Brothers and Sisters. The last few years I have lost over 10 Nam brothers and have come close a few times of joining them. For those who were worried about me, I thank them - I struggle on - my work is not done.
I was lucky once to be in Australia and meet the fine people of the greatest ally that America ever had. I salute all you Aussies - you are fair dinkum mates; from the bottom of a yanks heart, thanks
I hope your site grows and shares and helps heal like it has done under your guidance Tony
thanks
Rich
Guncarver
Asbestosis and Mesothelioma -Veterans Adminstration and Private Industries
All my life -in Navy and Shipyards I worked around heavy concentrations of asbestos. As younger people, we workers questioned the falling of asbestos much as if it were snow falling on a blizzardly day. Our companies and others assured us it would not harm us. In 1982 one company Avondale Shipyards Inc in New Orleans even tested us for breathing problems-I failed the test badly. One question on the questionare was hobbies-I put down woodcarving-the testers said it must have been dust from wood causing my breathing problems-hahaaha! I carved with a pocket knife and nail-no power tools ever used -so how much dust would that create? The final question on the exam was-have you ever been exposed to asbestos --woohooo they saved their method for madness for the final question. My reply was 24/7 daily for over 11 years I have been exposed-laffing now -never heard one word from them ever again. Fast forward to 2009. I am now 62 and having many breathing problems-will I die from asbestos related disease? Yes I am about 95% sure I will-I have all the classic symptoms-no one in industry nor in the Va would ever do an asbestos reading on my xrays-it is like i am speaking a forbidden word. It is not about money but about principles that I am now about to get checked myself even if it costs me my last dime. My son says well dad maybe if they find results you might get compensation which would allow you to afford medicine and treatment. My reply was yes but it might also let me know I am now terminally ill and I am not sure I want to know that part.
But after thinking about it for more than a week I will pursue it even if for no other reason than to let the government and private industries know that treating workers as if they are not valued by exposing them to job hazards so that the owners, managers, and shareholders can wallow in their profit from greed cannot nor shall be allowed to happen.
The Navy for whom I proudly served 6 years mysteriously lost my medical records and I pursued them for over 30 years -even to the top-several presidents. I learned a sad lesson -no one is in charge of this government-not even the president- I told several Presidents -you are the commander-in chief and therefore should be able to say to an agency find this man's records . Nope- never happened-then mysteriously from St Louis -where former military records are kept I got a package in the mail-it was basically unmarked and had 4 pages in it from my non existent medical records-4 pages that said at the top-tuberculous followup-talk about a shock-they forgot to tell me this during active duty or after I got out. They treated me for 3 months I guess and said it should continue checkups for a full year but that never happened.
Included in those pages were xray exams -said increased hilar markings -lung scars and even told when I had been exposed and by whom -even had the man's s/s number on it- I took copies of these pages to the VA and was told we don't need to worry about that right now (I guess this means nothing) . Somehow they forgot to tell me I had tb -gotta love the Government.
We call this cover your own ass first.
Have a great day folks
But after thinking about it for more than a week I will pursue it even if for no other reason than to let the government and private industries know that treating workers as if they are not valued by exposing them to job hazards so that the owners, managers, and shareholders can wallow in their profit from greed cannot nor shall be allowed to happen.
The Navy for whom I proudly served 6 years mysteriously lost my medical records and I pursued them for over 30 years -even to the top-several presidents. I learned a sad lesson -no one is in charge of this government-not even the president- I told several Presidents -you are the commander-in chief and therefore should be able to say to an agency find this man's records . Nope- never happened-then mysteriously from St Louis -where former military records are kept I got a package in the mail-it was basically unmarked and had 4 pages in it from my non existent medical records-4 pages that said at the top-tuberculous followup-talk about a shock-they forgot to tell me this during active duty or after I got out. They treated me for 3 months I guess and said it should continue checkups for a full year but that never happened.
Included in those pages were xray exams -said increased hilar markings -lung scars and even told when I had been exposed and by whom -even had the man's s/s number on it- I took copies of these pages to the VA and was told we don't need to worry about that right now (I guess this means nothing) . Somehow they forgot to tell me I had tb -gotta love the Government.
We call this cover your own ass first.
Have a great day folks
The Extremely Brilliant Mind of Autism
Every once in awhile we run across a mind that transforms our thinking leaves us speechless with awe and respect-this is such a rl conversation
thanks Lissa
[2009/03/29 9:34] Guncarver Woodget: are u here dear?
[2009/03/29 9:34] Lissa Fimicoloud: No, I'm here. I was there earlier, but Imoved
[2009/03/29 9:34] Guncarver Woodget: since u are autistic dear why are u not on the voting board to represent jyb
[2009/03/29 9:35] Lissa Fimicoloud: What voting board to do who to what> And can I make you pregnant by doing it?
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: yes u can
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: the dreamgirls have a board for autism
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: and alot of money has been donated
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: let me find u the lm
[2009/03/29 9:36] Guncarver Woodget: most here did not know u had autism
[2009/03/29 9:36] Guncarver Woodget: u are a true inspiration
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: check the voting board out
[2009/03/29 9:37] Lissa Fimicoloud: I don't "have" autism. I'm autistic. Like being left-handed - it is a part of me, not a disease. That is why my sig is "I am not disabled, defective, or handicapped. I'm different".
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: haha true
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: sorry
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: i AM lefthanded
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: and i AM different
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: so dont take offence
[2009/03/29 9:43] Lissa Fimicoloud: Pfft - how can a faerie that dances nude half the time and flirts with a 'married' guy take offense at anyone? *grin*. But have to remind me about this board later. Generally I don't do popularity contest votes, since autistics ALWAYS lose at them, we find them offensive
[2009/03/29 9:44] Guncarver Woodget: i understand
[2009/03/29 9:45] Lissa Fimicoloud: We must lose - a defning attirbute of autism is social inadequacies. So in order for someone to win this contest they are basically proving they cannot be autistica and therefore cannot grasp what it is they are talking about
[2009/03/29 9:46] Lissa Fimicoloud: But I would vote for Gala - she can be so sweet :)
[2009/03/29 9:46] Guncarver Woodget: u are the sweetie
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: hugs
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: question tho
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: so how do u raise money for autism or do u
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: and how can people support
[2009/03/29 9:52] Lissa Fimicoloud: I was working for aliving until Feb 1 - most of mty pay went into Autism society of America. I wouldn't put a dime to autism speaks, excpet maybe to buy bullets to help make the nazis that run it vanish
[2009/03/29 9:52] Guncarver Woodget: gottcha
[2009/03/29 9:52] Guncarver Woodget: well forgiving me for asking but i am a what if kind of guy
[2009/03/29 9:53] Lissa Fimicoloud: That was why I went to Blues for Autism even though it took from my club - too important to let it be a money issue
[2009/03/29 9:54] Lissa Fimicoloud: What if you were born unable to understand the sounds your Momma made? Can hear them, but just noise, like th rusling your hand makes on the bed?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Lissa Fimicoloud: What if you can't remember how to make noise from your mouth, so when it hurts you can't let anyone know?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Guncarver Woodget: oh i can relate to that lissa but if there were a genetic cure would u go for it?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Guncarver Woodget: my wife had polio-but we never considered her handicapped
[2009/03/29 9:56] Guncarver Woodget: and we had two beautiful children'
[2009/03/29 9:56] Lissa Fimicoloud: No - and there can't be. That is what Autism Speaks is about - "curing" us of being different - like "curing" you of being left-handed
[2009/03/29 9:57] Guncarver Woodget: well my lefthanded ness has not changed my life tho so i am just wondering
[2009/03/29 9:57] Lissa Fimicoloud: I do not have a disease - I am different. IBM paid me a fortune every month to try to code what my brain does because they thought it was valuable enough. I don't need to be cured - I just need space to be me
[2009/03/29 9:57] Guncarver Woodget: guess i never thought about being right handed
[2009/03/29 9:58] Lissa Fimicoloud: and I never really considered being "blind" either :)
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: haha good one
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: touche
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: and gun shuts his mouth
[2009/03/29 9:58] Lissa Fimicoloud: Lights hurt - because I see them, not because I have a handicap. people that use them are the ones that are blind
[2009/03/29 9:59] Guncarver Woodget: yes different perspective is all
[2009/03/29 9:59] Lissa Fimicoloud: If I didn't see them - they wouldn't hurt, duh :)
[2009/03/29 9:59] Guncarver Woodget: maybe it is human nature to rationlize what we dont understand
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: oh thanks for sharing with a dumb guy deart
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: dear
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: when i think about things i have to ask questions
[2009/03/29 10:01] Lissa Fimicoloud: Yup - I write about my thoughts all the time - okay, randomly when I get an urge - on a journal. almost killed it a few times. People that have autistic friends/relatives begged me to keep it public cause it helps
[2009/03/29 10:01] Guncarver Woodget: good u should keep it up
[2009/03/29 10:03] Lissa Fimicoloud: If you have a cousin that cannot speak, but stops and stares at a daisy for an hour, wouldn't it be nice to know that there is quite probably something going on in his head? Well - there quite probably is. It's why I can' t drive - the patterns of dust on teh windshield might distract me at 80mph
[2009/03/29 10:03] Guncarver Woodget: oh very true
[2009/03/29 10:03] Guncarver Woodget: it would be nice if we could understand many things in life
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: there fore it is up to u who can enlighten us
[2009/03/29 10:04] Lissa Fimicoloud: and I can't speak. Can't remember how, and not worht the effort to relearn it every few days
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: gottcha
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: smiles
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: u are a great woman dear
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: i wish i had your talent
[2009/03/29 10:05] Lissa Fimicoloud: That is why I keep my journal open even though jerks sometimes post "retarded" comments on it
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: question
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: can i pring your conversation on my blog?
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: PRINT
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: oops
[2009/03/29 10:06] Guncarver Woodget: u have inspired me
[2009/03/29 10:06] Lissa Fimicoloud: Depends how naughty a prings is ... kay ... depends how much fun a pring is , and will I get in trouble for it
[2009/03/29 10:06] Guncarver Woodget: hahaha
[2009/03/29 10:07] Guncarver Woodget: so my typing sucks and yes there is no cure for it because it does not bother me
[2009/03/29 10:07] Lissa Fimicoloud: hehehe
[2009/03/29 10:07] Lissa Fimicoloud: Now you have it - can't be cured of something that isn't a disease and doesn't bother you :)
[2009/03/29 10:08] Guncarver Woodget: kisses and thanks u doll
[2009/03/29 10:08] Lissa Fimicoloud: Everything I say in SL is public, even in private :)
[2009/03/29 10:08] Guncarver Woodget: same here
[2009/03/29 10:09] Guncarver Woodget: and even if it is thought to be private it is always public
[2009/03/29 10:09] Lissa Fimicoloud: You can copy/paste anything you read of mine. If you hear me say something on voice chat - it ain't me. I'm 27 years odl an I think I have spoken a toal fo one year of my life if you add it all together
[2009/03/29 10:10] Guncarver Woodget: well dear i am 62 and have talked all my life but am not sure anything i have spoken has had any value in this world
[2009/03/29 10:11] Guncarver Woodget: it is not the distance we travel but the stops we have made along the way that counts
[2009/03/29 10:11] Lissa Fimicoloud: I have one main thing to say - shut up and listen :)
[2009/03/29 10:11] Guncarver Woodget: haha
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: wink
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: i have a poem on my blog -called all i really want
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: is for a man to listen
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: really listen to me
[2009/03/29 10:13] Guncarver Woodget: listening is a fine art
[2009/03/29 10:14] Lissa Fimicoloud: I have a computer trained to listen to Baby - she speaks in baby talk - but anyone that has only two concepts of time ("now" "other times") has to be wise:)
[2009/03/29 10:14] Guncarver Woodget: if u ever get totally bored and need more boredom u might read my blog
[2009/03/29 10:14] Guncarver Woodget: haha
[2009/03/29 10:15] Guncarver Woodget: http://asmusedmuse.blogspot.com/
[2009/03/29 10:16] Lissa Fimicoloud: bookmarded it :)
[2009/03/29 10:17] Lissa Fimicoloud: good thing it was pointy click or who knows what I'd have there now
thanks Lissa
[2009/03/29 9:34] Guncarver Woodget: are u here dear?
[2009/03/29 9:34] Lissa Fimicoloud: No, I'm here. I was there earlier, but Imoved
[2009/03/29 9:34] Guncarver Woodget: since u are autistic dear why are u not on the voting board to represent jyb
[2009/03/29 9:35] Lissa Fimicoloud: What voting board to do who to what> And can I make you pregnant by doing it?
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: yes u can
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: the dreamgirls have a board for autism
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: and alot of money has been donated
[2009/03/29 9:35] Guncarver Woodget: let me find u the lm
[2009/03/29 9:36] Guncarver Woodget: most here did not know u had autism
[2009/03/29 9:36] Guncarver Woodget: u are a true inspiration
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: check the voting board out
[2009/03/29 9:37] Lissa Fimicoloud: I don't "have" autism. I'm autistic. Like being left-handed - it is a part of me, not a disease. That is why my sig is "I am not disabled, defective, or handicapped. I'm different".
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: haha true
[2009/03/29 9:37] Guncarver Woodget: sorry
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: i AM lefthanded
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: and i AM different
[2009/03/29 9:38] Guncarver Woodget: so dont take offence
[2009/03/29 9:43] Lissa Fimicoloud: Pfft - how can a faerie that dances nude half the time and flirts with a 'married' guy take offense at anyone? *grin*. But have to remind me about this board later. Generally I don't do popularity contest votes, since autistics ALWAYS lose at them, we find them offensive
[2009/03/29 9:44] Guncarver Woodget: i understand
[2009/03/29 9:45] Lissa Fimicoloud: We must lose - a defning attirbute of autism is social inadequacies. So in order for someone to win this contest they are basically proving they cannot be autistica and therefore cannot grasp what it is they are talking about
[2009/03/29 9:46] Lissa Fimicoloud: But I would vote for Gala - she can be so sweet :)
[2009/03/29 9:46] Guncarver Woodget: u are the sweetie
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: hugs
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: question tho
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: so how do u raise money for autism or do u
[2009/03/29 9:50] Guncarver Woodget: and how can people support
[2009/03/29 9:52] Lissa Fimicoloud: I was working for aliving until Feb 1 - most of mty pay went into Autism society of America. I wouldn't put a dime to autism speaks, excpet maybe to buy bullets to help make the nazis that run it vanish
[2009/03/29 9:52] Guncarver Woodget: gottcha
[2009/03/29 9:52] Guncarver Woodget: well forgiving me for asking but i am a what if kind of guy
[2009/03/29 9:53] Lissa Fimicoloud: That was why I went to Blues for Autism even though it took from my club - too important to let it be a money issue
[2009/03/29 9:54] Lissa Fimicoloud: What if you were born unable to understand the sounds your Momma made? Can hear them, but just noise, like th rusling your hand makes on the bed?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Lissa Fimicoloud: What if you can't remember how to make noise from your mouth, so when it hurts you can't let anyone know?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Guncarver Woodget: oh i can relate to that lissa but if there were a genetic cure would u go for it?
[2009/03/29 9:55] Guncarver Woodget: my wife had polio-but we never considered her handicapped
[2009/03/29 9:56] Guncarver Woodget: and we had two beautiful children'
[2009/03/29 9:56] Lissa Fimicoloud: No - and there can't be. That is what Autism Speaks is about - "curing" us of being different - like "curing" you of being left-handed
[2009/03/29 9:57] Guncarver Woodget: well my lefthanded ness has not changed my life tho so i am just wondering
[2009/03/29 9:57] Lissa Fimicoloud: I do not have a disease - I am different. IBM paid me a fortune every month to try to code what my brain does because they thought it was valuable enough. I don't need to be cured - I just need space to be me
[2009/03/29 9:57] Guncarver Woodget: guess i never thought about being right handed
[2009/03/29 9:58] Lissa Fimicoloud: and I never really considered being "blind" either :)
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: haha good one
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: touche
[2009/03/29 9:58] Guncarver Woodget: and gun shuts his mouth
[2009/03/29 9:58] Lissa Fimicoloud: Lights hurt - because I see them, not because I have a handicap. people that use them are the ones that are blind
[2009/03/29 9:59] Guncarver Woodget: yes different perspective is all
[2009/03/29 9:59] Lissa Fimicoloud: If I didn't see them - they wouldn't hurt, duh :)
[2009/03/29 9:59] Guncarver Woodget: maybe it is human nature to rationlize what we dont understand
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: oh thanks for sharing with a dumb guy deart
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: dear
[2009/03/29 10:00] Guncarver Woodget: when i think about things i have to ask questions
[2009/03/29 10:01] Lissa Fimicoloud: Yup - I write about my thoughts all the time - okay, randomly when I get an urge - on a journal. almost killed it a few times. People that have autistic friends/relatives begged me to keep it public cause it helps
[2009/03/29 10:01] Guncarver Woodget: good u should keep it up
[2009/03/29 10:03] Lissa Fimicoloud: If you have a cousin that cannot speak, but stops and stares at a daisy for an hour, wouldn't it be nice to know that there is quite probably something going on in his head? Well - there quite probably is. It's why I can' t drive - the patterns of dust on teh windshield might distract me at 80mph
[2009/03/29 10:03] Guncarver Woodget: oh very true
[2009/03/29 10:03] Guncarver Woodget: it would be nice if we could understand many things in life
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: there fore it is up to u who can enlighten us
[2009/03/29 10:04] Lissa Fimicoloud: and I can't speak. Can't remember how, and not worht the effort to relearn it every few days
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: gottcha
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: smiles
[2009/03/29 10:04] Guncarver Woodget: u are a great woman dear
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: i wish i had your talent
[2009/03/29 10:05] Lissa Fimicoloud: That is why I keep my journal open even though jerks sometimes post "retarded" comments on it
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: question
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: can i pring your conversation on my blog?
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: PRINT
[2009/03/29 10:05] Guncarver Woodget: oops
[2009/03/29 10:06] Guncarver Woodget: u have inspired me
[2009/03/29 10:06] Lissa Fimicoloud: Depends how naughty a prings is ... kay ... depends how much fun a pring is , and will I get in trouble for it
[2009/03/29 10:06] Guncarver Woodget: hahaha
[2009/03/29 10:07] Guncarver Woodget: so my typing sucks and yes there is no cure for it because it does not bother me
[2009/03/29 10:07] Lissa Fimicoloud: hehehe
[2009/03/29 10:07] Lissa Fimicoloud: Now you have it - can't be cured of something that isn't a disease and doesn't bother you :)
[2009/03/29 10:08] Guncarver Woodget: kisses and thanks u doll
[2009/03/29 10:08] Lissa Fimicoloud: Everything I say in SL is public, even in private :)
[2009/03/29 10:08] Guncarver Woodget: same here
[2009/03/29 10:09] Guncarver Woodget: and even if it is thought to be private it is always public
[2009/03/29 10:09] Lissa Fimicoloud: You can copy/paste anything you read of mine. If you hear me say something on voice chat - it ain't me. I'm 27 years odl an I think I have spoken a toal fo one year of my life if you add it all together
[2009/03/29 10:10] Guncarver Woodget: well dear i am 62 and have talked all my life but am not sure anything i have spoken has had any value in this world
[2009/03/29 10:11] Guncarver Woodget: it is not the distance we travel but the stops we have made along the way that counts
[2009/03/29 10:11] Lissa Fimicoloud: I have one main thing to say - shut up and listen :)
[2009/03/29 10:11] Guncarver Woodget: haha
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: wink
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: i have a poem on my blog -called all i really want
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: is for a man to listen
[2009/03/29 10:12] Guncarver Woodget: really listen to me
[2009/03/29 10:13] Guncarver Woodget: listening is a fine art
[2009/03/29 10:14] Lissa Fimicoloud: I have a computer trained to listen to Baby - she speaks in baby talk - but anyone that has only two concepts of time ("now" "other times") has to be wise:)
[2009/03/29 10:14] Guncarver Woodget: if u ever get totally bored and need more boredom u might read my blog
[2009/03/29 10:14] Guncarver Woodget: haha
[2009/03/29 10:15] Guncarver Woodget: http://asmusedmuse.blogspot.com/
[2009/03/29 10:16] Lissa Fimicoloud: bookmarded it :)
[2009/03/29 10:17] Lissa Fimicoloud: good thing it was pointy click or who knows what I'd have there now
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Some reviews from Writing.com
You Amaze Me
You are right, it is stories like these that really give us hope for the human race.
This man and woman I knew had taken me in like I was one of there grandchildren when I was homeless and on the streets. They bought me clothes and set me up with a job and a new life to become a Woman, not some crazy abandoned child anymore.
When I had met them was the year of their 57th wedding anniversary. Little Grandma, as I called the woman was a Lady in every sence of the word. She was the glue that held her family together, she spent most of her time at church and organizing church functions. By looking at her in her pants suits and stilletos - you'd never beleive she was in her late 70's. Pap, as I called him, suffered from Perkinsons disease but even thru his shakes and tremors no one could stop him from fixing the things that needed fixed and no one could destroy his spunk. He never said much, but the few words he did say ment the most to me.
Just this past year in July on their 66th wedding anniversary, we had a big barbeque for them. Pap spent most of the party in the house watching golf so I decided to go in with him. There I asked him what the secret was to him and little Grandma being together for so long.
He told me, "I stay away from her, she stays away from me. We have seperate bedrooms for when we get angry. Then every Sunday, we cook dinner together."
3 days after Thanksgiving he passed away, and I will never forget his words. We go see Little Grandma as much as we can, but we know her time isn't too far off. Just this Sunday for Easter sunday we went to see her and me and her sat and talked. She told me how proud she was of what I had became, and then she apologized that she wouldn't be able to come to my wedding.
Sitting in front of golf on tv that she wasn't watching at all She said, "I'm tired. I feel lousy without Pap. But remember, I will be at your wedding in spirit. You've come a long way, child."
I just wanted to share that story with you, just a little extra hope.
-Nizza
From: Vixen (27) 
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What a wonderful poem! Like the commentary states it is so easy to walk away from commitment. But, in walking away, what has one forfeited?
! I Whispered Your Name
I love this poem!
~Candie
Sorry this isn't a very great review, but I really loved this poem
From: Margy (15) 
Lovely, full of feeling.
Margy
Love On The Internet
From: REDDwarf 
I do believe in it... love on the internet. We all know of friends who have made it come true. You wrote of the blending together, taking a chance, and then of the anticipation that waits, all nice poetic images for this work. And then when I read "an honest romance", I thought of all of the unblended mixtures that try to hook up from their love on the internet. That surely is a painful experience. Your poem was thoughtful and believable. Nice work!
Whisping Away
From: JL (11)
That was a very interesting Poem that makes excellent use of sound devices. You certainly made use of poetic license and you used a copious amount of alliteration. The only reason I didn't give you a 5/5 is because #1: I don't think that anything can ever be perfect and #2: I wasn't completely absorbed into your poem, I liked your imagery and how your poem sounds but it was enigmatic (and I didn't figure out where internet fit in) and all over the place which is fine because poetry is about letting out your feelings but it just was not "reader-friendly," you could say. Overall it was good, I hope you continue writing poetry.
A Soldier’s Pain
From: Mark (111) 
Mr. Young,
Bravo sir! A Poem that achieves more than the sum of it's parts. Though I have decided to refrain from a technical scoring in the Heavy Hands Forum, I must comment on my appreciation of what you've written. It is clearly a deep, moving, and very touching poem.
Emotionally, there is little I would change. This bad boy needs to stay the course.
Thank you
Mark R
p.s. I was similarly moved by a poem by Wenston 
named "Everyone Humps there own load in Nam" and her story behind it. I lost a few relatives both there and Korea, and the ones who came home, well - had a hard time getting back to their lives. Thank you for serving, for caring, and being a hero. You have my respect and appreciation.
From: SmokeyMtn (27)
Guncarver, you rock! This needed to be said and you say it well. I hope you find a publisher for it. It is time that America faced the shameful way we treated and still treat our veterans. I fear that even with the current patriotic fervor this mess in Iraq could degenerate into another Vietnam. How then will we treat those coming home? Did we learn anything as a nation?
Welcome home, brother!
USMC, 4/68-3/78
From: rtonam (17)
As a veteran I like what you are saying here. I just think it's to broad in scope. Veteran from Charleston, West, by God, Virginia
From: Nomadic_Soul (36)
Forgive us of our sins.
Dudley
From: trafick (27)
Hooah! Powerful words that speak the truth about us veterans. Thank you for serving our country bravely and honorably. Where would this country be without us veterans?
God Bless you,
Korri US Army Disabled Vet
Have you forgotten what happened on 9-11-01? I will NEVER FORGET!
From: DreameeDarlin (16)
Powerful and raw write! I loved this!!! I am a huge fan of war poetry. Your points are well taken and you get your message across loud and clear. Frustration, rage, and sadness all pour from this piece. Well penned.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Mystery Lady
Mystery Lady
Why
Why won't you
Find me?
You know
I search
For you
Mystery Lady
You come to
My dreams
You strut
Yes you strut
As you know you
Only you can
Mystery Lady
My Lady
You enter my
life
You drop your
Gown
You show me
The twins
Mystery Lady
You stir the fire
Mystery Lady
You are my
Fire
Mystery Lady
Your name
creates Desire
Mystery your name
Is Carly
All i could
Ever desire.
Why
Why won't you
Find me?
You know
I search
For you
Mystery Lady
You come to
My dreams
You strut
Yes you strut
As you know you
Only you can
Mystery Lady
My Lady
You enter my
life
You drop your
Gown
You show me
The twins
Mystery Lady
You stir the fire
Mystery Lady
You are my
Fire
Mystery Lady
Your name
creates Desire
Mystery your name
Is Carly
All i could
Ever desire.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Carly
For Carly
if i cried would you love me less
If i cry because
you make me so happy would
you love me less?
if i told you how much i
love you
Would you
love me less?
if i gave my heart
totally
as i never have
before
if i gave you the passion
filled with
esquisite joy
if i held you tight
as you slept
and cuddled
your back
and smiled
would you
just let me
go on loving
YOU?
if i cried would you love me less
If i cry because
you make me so happy would
you love me less?
if i told you how much i
love you
Would you
love me less?
if i gave my heart
totally
as i never have
before
if i gave you the passion
filled with
esquisite joy
if i held you tight
as you slept
and cuddled
your back
and smiled
would you
just let me
go on loving
YOU?
Monday, March 9, 2009
In Prison of My Mind
blues type song
Ohhhhh I am just
A lonely soldierrrrrrrrr
Innnnnnnnn prison
Prisonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Of my mind
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonely
Soldier
Hanging in the Prison of my
Mind
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Soldier
Bearing my crosssssssssssssssssssssssss
In the Prison
of my Mind
Seennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn wayyyyyyy tooooooo much
Dyinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
And way toooooooooooooo
Muchhhhhh cryin
Ohhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonely
Soldierrrrrrrrrrrrr
Innnnnnnn prisonnnnnn
Of my mind
Innnnnnnnnnnnnn a prisonnnnnnnnnn
Innnnnnnnnnnnn a prison
Innnnnnnnnnnn a prisonnnnnnnnn
In my mind
God
Damn
This minddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ohhhhh I am just
A lonely soldierrrrrrrrr
Innnnnnnnn prison
Prisonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Of my mind
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonely
Soldier
Hanging in the Prison of my
Mind
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Soldier
Bearing my crosssssssssssssssssssssssss
In the Prison
of my Mind
Seennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn wayyyyyyy tooooooo much
Dyinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
And way toooooooooooooo
Muchhhhhh cryin
Ohhhhhhhhhhh I am
Just a lonely
Soldierrrrrrrrrrrrr
Innnnnnnn prisonnnnnn
Of my mind
Innnnnnnnnnnnnn a prisonnnnnnnnnn
Innnnnnnnnnnnn a prison
Innnnnnnnnnnn a prisonnnnnnnnn
In my mind
God
Damn
This minddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
All I Want
Dedicated to the ladies who tell me we men need to quit being so self centered and really listen to their needs!
ALL I WANT
All I want
Is a man who will listen
Really listen
I love you
You say you
Love me
I listen to
You
But you never
Listen
To me
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
You have problems
I have problems
I thought love
Was sharing
And caring
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
Well dear, I care
Well dear, I care
But
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
I get tired
I get cranky
I need love
I need held
And
All I need
Is a man
Who will listen
Really listen
To me!
ALL I WANT
All I want
Is a man who will listen
Really listen
I love you
You say you
Love me
I listen to
You
But you never
Listen
To me
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
You have problems
I have problems
I thought love
Was sharing
And caring
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
Well dear, I care
Well dear, I care
But
All I want
Is a man
Who will listen
I get tired
I get cranky
I need love
I need held
And
All I need
Is a man
Who will listen
Really listen
To me!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Oh Baby
Oh baby
Oh baby
You know why I love You
I could say
It is your immense
Beauty
I could say it is your
Perfect body
But
Oh but baby
I cannot lie
I love your
Mind
I love your charm
I love your
Laughter
I love You
Not a part
Of you
But--------
All of you
I want to wake
In your arms
I want to kiss
Your
Lips
Every morning
Every evening
If you are
Willing
I want to sleep
In your arms
I feel safe
There
I want to love
You
But I have
Fear
Fear of not
Winning
Oh losing
Again
Once I put my all
Into my marriage
And lost
So my darling
How can I
Trust
You?
(His Answer)
Cause my darling
Cause I love you
So just
Accept it!
Oh baby
You know why I love You
I could say
It is your immense
Beauty
I could say it is your
Perfect body
But
Oh but baby
I cannot lie
I love your
Mind
I love your charm
I love your
Laughter
I love You
Not a part
Of you
But--------
All of you
I want to wake
In your arms
I want to kiss
Your
Lips
Every morning
Every evening
If you are
Willing
I want to sleep
In your arms
I feel safe
There
I want to love
You
But I have
Fear
Fear of not
Winning
Oh losing
Again
Once I put my all
Into my marriage
And lost
So my darling
How can I
Trust
You?
(His Answer)
Cause my darling
Cause I love you
So just
Accept it!
Friday, January 2, 2009
And She Cries
And She Cries
Tears stream
down her face
And she cries
Tears from
Lost love
Her heart
Is torn
She gave her
Love
Totally
To the man
She has loved
For oh so many
Years
And she cries
She loved him
From age of ten
And then
Married young
And she cries
She is beautiful
She is charming
She is intelligent
She is funny
And she cries
She gave her
All
and expected
Love back
And she cries
She did not
Realize that
sometimes
Just sometimes
Love just
Fades
And she cries
Tears stream
down her face
And she cries
Tears from
Lost love
Her heart
Is torn
She gave her
Love
Totally
To the man
She has loved
For oh so many
Years
And she cries
She loved him
From age of ten
And then
Married young
And she cries
She is beautiful
She is charming
She is intelligent
She is funny
And she cries
She gave her
All
and expected
Love back
And she cries
She did not
Realize that
sometimes
Just sometimes
Love just
Fades
And she cries
Monday, November 10, 2008
For Carly
SHE STOOD
She stood
And sighed
And looked
At him
And she sighed
And
Looked again
He stood
Back turned
Pretending
Not to notice
Her
And he sighed
And
Slowly turned
She felt
His eyes
On her
Softly probing
Her flesh
Her Mind
And she sighed
Even deeper
And
Let him in
She stood
And sighed
And looked
At him
And she sighed
And
Looked again
He stood
Back turned
Pretending
Not to notice
Her
And he sighed
And
Slowly turned
She felt
His eyes
On her
Softly probing
Her flesh
Her Mind
And she sighed
Even deeper
And
Let him in
Sunday, October 19, 2008
World Peace
What is it and how do we achieve it? I have no idea what it is -since the beginning of mankind we try to eliminate anyone who has a different culture-different viewpoint -different way of talking-or a different accent-if nothing else fails then we try to eliminate those of our own kind nearest to us. We are cruel to our friends , families and neighbors and loved ones. Then we go home and smile and say that we are good people. Are we? or are we hypocrites? i think it was Will Rogers who once said if there is no anger in your heart then then can be none in your words. We could cure all problems in the world-poverty, hunger you name it we could easily cure it? How? stop being so greedy as individuals and finally realize that we are all one people. OMG shock we are all connected-yes you europeans are connected to americans and americans are connected to asians and they are connected to everyone too-silly thought isnt it-so we continue to kill each other off till we are the only group left on earth and then we will kill off our own group and the world will be empty and happy at last-no hunger -no pollution-no pain and suffering -no diseases-wake up world your time is running out -it is up to u to change your hearts deep within----will you? no -because we are all both good and bad but we were given the most important thing as humans that animals dont have --Choice-now use it Damnit
Friends are wonderful
Gunny my dear friend…
When Vic_Luke first got on to Paltalk, he was an adamant believer that love on the net was nothing but a desire to get something out of reach in real life and by those that had no chance otherwise. He would be come the biggest hypocrite the net has ever seen. You were there to witness it almost 7 years ago. Not only did he allow emotion to take over his ideas but also came to realize that there is something more on this planet than physicality when it comes to the emotion that most will neither understand or ever have to deal with.
Many of us are born with natural gifts and some are willing and able to share them with others. You don’t have “a” gift; you are truly gifted. Not only do you have a heart of gold , which is rare on this planet, but you also possess the ability to convey what you hold within you in what you write. To be called friend by you is an honor beyond honor, to be in your presence makes me feel like the richest man alive. There are no words to describe what you have given and the feeling it brings me. I will say this…
"Gunny, may He who governs you repay you a thousand fold for the joy you have brought into my life and the lives of those I dearly love. May you be rewarded with everything you desire".
Yours and internal friend
Vic-Portugal/Thailand and world traveler
Saturday, October 18, 2008
For My Love Carly
HEADED OUT
I was headed out
the door
My heart in my
hand
I was headed out the door
With my broken
soul
I was headed out
the door
Till I looked back
And saw your eyes
I was headed out
the door
And saw your
love piercing
my heart
And the depths
of my soul
I was headed out
the door
And turned
And you
Twisted your way
back into my heart
My soul
My inner being
But most of all
you overwhelmed me
By simply capturing
My mind
Which no one had
ever tried before
I was headed out
the door
And turned and
saw you
So I listened to
your words
and
Worshipped your
mind
As you spoke your
thoughts
Which fell as
Warm rain
Upon a jungle floor
As it always did
with you
I walked out
the door
and turned
And fell deeper
in love with you
Carly!
I was headed out
the door
My heart in my
hand
I was headed out the door
With my broken
soul
I was headed out
the door
Till I looked back
And saw your eyes
I was headed out
the door
And saw your
love piercing
my heart
And the depths
of my soul
I was headed out
the door
And turned
And you
Twisted your way
back into my heart
My soul
My inner being
But most of all
you overwhelmed me
By simply capturing
My mind
Which no one had
ever tried before
I was headed out
the door
And turned and
saw you
So I listened to
your words
and
Worshipped your
mind
As you spoke your
thoughts
Which fell as
Warm rain
Upon a jungle floor
As it always did
with you
I walked out
the door
and turned
And fell deeper
in love with you
Carly!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
for my vets
it is wonderful to help someone sometime but it is even more wonderful for them to share their joy with you
i wrote a poem called -a soldier's pain- over 50,000 copies went out -it has touched many vets and their family because we share a common bond
in hopes of helping more i am posting a comment i got for the poem on www.wardog.com
FW: poem on wardog.com
From: name withheld but thanks js
To: guncarver@hotmail.com
Mr. Young,
I just read your poem on wardog.com, and I was moved to tears. This is a picture of most all Vietnam veterans, if they would only just admit to it. My husband served in 70-71 at Red Beach, and he is disabled from an anxiety disorder. He cannot stand crowds, darkness, or anyone to be behind him in a group. Up until recently, he did not admit to many that he was a Vietnam vet. I have gotten him some stickers for his motorcycle and a license plate with Vietnam veteran on it. He also has a cap with that on it. He did not want people to know he served there. I told him to be proud of his service and I have pride in all Vietnam veterans and veterans from other wars too. Most men that I meet that were in Vietnam have issues with anxiety, but some handle it better than others. Our country sent our 'boys' to war, and yes, you all were just boys. My husband says the movies he sees are not correct, in that the actors are too old, he said he did not see old men there, just kids. I think part of the reason for all the patriotism today, is that most of the parents of today's soldiers are Vietnam veterans, or people from that time that saw how they were treated. My husband mentioned to me about the name 'baby-killer' and how much it hurt to be called that. I cannot understand a country sending young men to war and then just abandoning them when they return. My father served in Korea and he has the same problems. When I was young, and even now, we knew not to touch Dad when he was not aware we were there. He just lashed out and hit whatever touched him. He will not speak of much that he saw, he holds it all inside. My mother told me about this; not Dad. A man at our church, that grew up in the community that I did, was in Vietnam and Cambodia and he has nightmares from the things that he saw there. His wife said he has it very rough sometimes. A girl that I worked with told me of her husband and how he would not sleep in the house but in a hammock in their garage and had the same anxiety problems that my husband had. I know it is not just Americans that have these problems, all soldiers do, regardless of what country they are from. God bless you and touch the raw places in your heart and heal them. I love my Vietnam Vet and the rest of them too!!!!!!
Best wishes,
A Proud Veteran's Wife
i wrote a poem called -a soldier's pain- over 50,000 copies went out -it has touched many vets and their family because we share a common bond
in hopes of helping more i am posting a comment i got for the poem on www.wardog.com
FW: poem on wardog.com
From: name withheld but thanks js
To: guncarver@hotmail.com
Mr. Young,
I just read your poem on wardog.com, and I was moved to tears. This is a picture of most all Vietnam veterans, if they would only just admit to it. My husband served in 70-71 at Red Beach, and he is disabled from an anxiety disorder. He cannot stand crowds, darkness, or anyone to be behind him in a group. Up until recently, he did not admit to many that he was a Vietnam vet. I have gotten him some stickers for his motorcycle and a license plate with Vietnam veteran on it. He also has a cap with that on it. He did not want people to know he served there. I told him to be proud of his service and I have pride in all Vietnam veterans and veterans from other wars too. Most men that I meet that were in Vietnam have issues with anxiety, but some handle it better than others. Our country sent our 'boys' to war, and yes, you all were just boys. My husband says the movies he sees are not correct, in that the actors are too old, he said he did not see old men there, just kids. I think part of the reason for all the patriotism today, is that most of the parents of today's soldiers are Vietnam veterans, or people from that time that saw how they were treated. My husband mentioned to me about the name 'baby-killer' and how much it hurt to be called that. I cannot understand a country sending young men to war and then just abandoning them when they return. My father served in Korea and he has the same problems. When I was young, and even now, we knew not to touch Dad when he was not aware we were there. He just lashed out and hit whatever touched him. He will not speak of much that he saw, he holds it all inside. My mother told me about this; not Dad. A man at our church, that grew up in the community that I did, was in Vietnam and Cambodia and he has nightmares from the things that he saw there. His wife said he has it very rough sometimes. A girl that I worked with told me of her husband and how he would not sleep in the house but in a hammock in their garage and had the same anxiety problems that my husband had. I know it is not just Americans that have these problems, all soldiers do, regardless of what country they are from. God bless you and touch the raw places in your heart and heal them. I love my Vietnam Vet and the rest of them too!!!!!!
Best wishes,
A Proud Veteran's Wife
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
TWO OLD SOULS
Her words fall
as droplets of rain
splashing
spreading their sparkling sounds
to my ears
awakening feelings
or perhaps hidden
somehow She gets
to me
she twists her way into
my heart
my soul
my inner being
but most of all she
overwhelms me
by simply capturing
my mind
which no one
has tried before
so i listen
to her words
and worship
her mind
as she types out her thoughts
which fall as
warm rain
upon a jungle floor
making it all bloom
as it did before her
rain
rain
and more rain
and all is sunny and happy
once more
you might just be
my muse
coming out
of hiding
pressuring me
to search my soul
for the words
u taught me
so long ago
when once
we were lovers
a different time
a different place
two old souls
intertwined now as one
ready to move on
and explore as we
always did
and always will
two old souls
as one!
i love you
kissing u softly
tasting your lips
as if they were the first lips
i ever kissed
tasting your body
as if u are the first woman
i ever made love to
for centuries
we have made love
each century it changes
and improves
each century we have come together
i love you
tasting u as tho this
was my first time
but old memories of your taste
and of your smell
enchant my heart
and my soul
so i taste
and tease
and feel you respond
as no other ever has
because you
are mine now
as u have always been
we both know it
and will know it again
so i nibble u and sate
my earthly desires
while your soul
soars with me
in the spiritual
world where in reality
we truly exist
these are earth bodies
which we change
but your soul
and mine remain
the same
as they always have
and always will
because we are one
before
and will be again
and you delight me
as u have always done
you have reached
deep into my soul
to my heart
which i kept hidden
from anyone but you
you have the key
to my heart
burned into your
soul
as i have the key
to your heart
burned into my soul
so i lick u and kiss you
and delight u in ways only
we know
and love when u writhe in passion
as u have before
and will again
yes i do love you
always will
and will again
we are old souls
pure souls
and will rest finally
as one
forever
and ever
kisses my love
that is making love
oh it is more than making love
much more
we don't need time nor space to make love
nor human bodies
we make love with our minds
our senses
Only u can bring that out of my depths
only u can shake my soul
as an earthquake shakes the world around me
so u shake my very being
i am within u
even as my human body finally is in u
it joins our souls and our spirits
in earthly delights
which enhances our heavenly complexities
My true darling
u are mine
all mine
yes baby
smiles
and thanks
for letting me love you
and only you
for all these centuries
for never failing to find me
when i am lost in my travels
and awakening that within me
so thank you
ilu
i love you
yes i feel your tears
they drip onto my heart
with pulses of happiness
give yourself
to me
as u always do
for me
always for me
yes baby
just you
give me what u have for centuries
unleash your lust
take it
ravish me
it's yours
i take u
as i have before
with raw passion
yes
raw lust
yes
you are mine
yes baby
moan
yes
give me all your love
all your lust
like u did the last century
Two Old Souls Joining
Again
as droplets of rain
splashing
spreading their sparkling sounds
to my ears
awakening feelings
or perhaps hidden
somehow She gets
to me
she twists her way into
my heart
my soul
my inner being
but most of all she
overwhelms me
by simply capturing
my mind
which no one
has tried before
so i listen
to her words
and worship
her mind
as she types out her thoughts
which fall as
warm rain
upon a jungle floor
making it all bloom
as it did before her
rain
rain
and more rain
and all is sunny and happy
once more
you might just be
my muse
coming out
of hiding
pressuring me
to search my soul
for the words
u taught me
so long ago
when once
we were lovers
a different time
a different place
two old souls
intertwined now as one
ready to move on
and explore as we
always did
and always will
two old souls
as one!
i love you
kissing u softly
tasting your lips
as if they were the first lips
i ever kissed
tasting your body
as if u are the first woman
i ever made love to
for centuries
we have made love
each century it changes
and improves
each century we have come together
i love you
tasting u as tho this
was my first time
but old memories of your taste
and of your smell
enchant my heart
and my soul
so i taste
and tease
and feel you respond
as no other ever has
because you
are mine now
as u have always been
we both know it
and will know it again
so i nibble u and sate
my earthly desires
while your soul
soars with me
in the spiritual
world where in reality
we truly exist
these are earth bodies
which we change
but your soul
and mine remain
the same
as they always have
and always will
because we are one
before
and will be again
and you delight me
as u have always done
you have reached
deep into my soul
to my heart
which i kept hidden
from anyone but you
you have the key
to my heart
burned into your
soul
as i have the key
to your heart
burned into my soul
so i lick u and kiss you
and delight u in ways only
we know
and love when u writhe in passion
as u have before
and will again
yes i do love you
always will
and will again
we are old souls
pure souls
and will rest finally
as one
forever
and ever
kisses my love
that is making love
oh it is more than making love
much more
we don't need time nor space to make love
nor human bodies
we make love with our minds
our senses
Only u can bring that out of my depths
only u can shake my soul
as an earthquake shakes the world around me
so u shake my very being
i am within u
even as my human body finally is in u
it joins our souls and our spirits
in earthly delights
which enhances our heavenly complexities
My true darling
u are mine
all mine
yes baby
smiles
and thanks
for letting me love you
and only you
for all these centuries
for never failing to find me
when i am lost in my travels
and awakening that within me
so thank you
ilu
i love you
yes i feel your tears
they drip onto my heart
with pulses of happiness
give yourself
to me
as u always do
for me
always for me
yes baby
just you
give me what u have for centuries
unleash your lust
take it
ravish me
it's yours
i take u
as i have before
with raw passion
yes
raw lust
yes
you are mine
yes baby
moan
yes
give me all your love
all your lust
like u did the last century
Two Old Souls Joining
Again
Sunday, July 13, 2008
mp3 audio of my poem
anyone wishing an audio version of me reading the poem You Amaze Me about my mom and dad email me at guncarver@hotmail.com and i will rush it out to you
i thank the many readers who have visited here-feel free to leave comments-i am on strike or vacation but will start again soon posting tons more -good or bad
bear with me -so many things going on that it is hard keeping up
i thank the many readers who have visited here-feel free to leave comments-i am on strike or vacation but will start again soon posting tons more -good or bad
bear with me -so many things going on that it is hard keeping up
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Veterans active or not
WELCOME HOME BROTHERS AND SISTERS and to u on duty be safe and come back safe-we love ya
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