Hi, CR. Long time no see.

Hi Robert!

Good to see ya, read ya!
I'll be around here a bit more now. At least until my life gets complicated again, or when my posts start vanishing again for no good reason.

Hi CR,
I like your avatar. Does it have any significance?

Late Last Letter to a Friend

At times it's hard to face your life
and look back on the past
To look and see where time has gone
To marvle at the paths you've crossed
and folks that you have known
Makes you wonder if others remember

Was I as good a friend as some that I remember
Will anyone ever know we were here
Do things we felt important still remain
It's hard to believe that one mile can be an uncoverable space
When those that were cut from the same cloth
begin to drift away

Lives drift and change
They cross and twine together through the years
then one day a call comes in and you find it dosen't matter
The past was free and fun but changed
With one click of a button
"SEND" "OK", Reality then sets in
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Rest in peace "Willie"
I will never forget
We worked hard and partied even harder


Jim "Scott" 04/26/07

Late Last Letter to a Friend

At times it's hard to face your life
and look back on the past
To look and see where time has gone
To marvle at the paths you've crossed
and folks that you have known
Makes you wonder if others remember

Was I as good a friend as some that I remember
Will anyone ever know we were here
Do things we felt important still remain
It's hard to believe that one mile can be an uncoverable space
When those that were cut from the same cloth
begin to drift away

Lives drift and change
They cross and twine together through the years
then one day a call comes in and you find it dosen't matter
The past was free and fun but changed
With one click of a button
"SEND" "OK", Reality then sets in
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Rest in peace "Willie"
I will never forget
We worked hard and partied even harder


Jim "Scott" 04/26/07

'Rest His Soul . . .'

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Science Status Page . . .

Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll
[Rev. Charles Dodgson]

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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LETS BEGIN IN 2010

Hi CR,
I like your avatar. Does it have any significance?

Hi uncle Chuck,

I copied and resized it from a "pirates of the Caribbean" screen saver. I also found the password in the program, so I didn't have to pay for it. Yeah, I know that's wrong but...

If it has any significance at all, it's that it's a pirated pirate Avatar.

Cr are you looking forward to the new Pirates of the Carinnean Movie coming this summer?

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LETS BEGIN IN 2010

Cr are you looking forward to the new Pirates of the Carinnean Movie coming this summer?

Yeah, Wouldn't miss it for anything.

The new one "At World's End" Comes out May 25TH. I'll give it a few days for the long lines to die down. The rehoboth theater is packed in the summer.

Cr is this the last installment for the series?

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LETS BEGIN IN 2010

The WASP

I want to tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
It comes out of the Virginia Swamps
Cool and slow with money and decision
And a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned-immaculate."

Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food my soul forgot
I tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I'll tell you this, no eternal reward
To forgive us now for wasting it all

I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language

Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul


The Doors

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"I'm trying to maintain a shred of dignity in this world." - Me

Untitled
Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--
A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--

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LETS BEGIN IN 2010

Something i wrote a few years ago about Superman...as he contemplates growing old...

"Enter The Only One"

there were so many when he started this race
now they're all gone, but he remembers the faces
together they were gonna change the world
now there's only one left, as the moment unfurls

he was young and he believed in his mission
now he's alone, do the other ones miss him
the time has come for him to hang up his cape
that's what everyone says, but that's just not his way

(chorus)

enter the only one
he's just a lonely one
fighting a losing war
but he believes what he's fighting for
enter the only one
he's just a lonely one
a hero hangin' on beyond his day
'cause all the other heroes flew away

he just hangs out in his fortress of solitude
clark kent lost his gig, now what's he gonna do
lois lane just ran away with the flash
now the man of steel, feels like the man of glass

jimmy olson grew up and he moved to L.A.
perry white just got old, and he passed away
lex luther moved on, even he's in retirement
spending all of his his loot, trying to save the environment

(back to chorus)>

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

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LETS BEGIN IN 2010

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Good one Matthew!

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!

"FISHING WITH YOU"

beside the little pond, the weeping willows
frame the water with an understated green
i hear a bullfrog there who croaks
i see a bulldog there who mopes
as i sit upon the dock in summer breeze
and if i had a chance to go to somewhere
to a place that i remember from my youth
i would go back there
to a world that was more fair
and i would be there fishing with you

the sheep were like an army in the distance
but up close they were as scared as they could be
the ducks and geese would squawk
as you and i would talk
as we sat upon the dock in summer breeze
back then when i was young and oh, so foolish
i thought those days would never see an end
but now those days are gone
but the memories live on
of the days i would go fishing with you

(bridge)
now i haven't gone fishing for years
and remembering those old days can bring a tear
but for every tear i cry
i remember how i smiled
when i would go fishing with you

(ending)
someday we will meet way up in heaven
and God will ask me what i want to do
the choice won't be too hard
i won't have to leave the yard
and i'll be up there fishing with you
yes i'll be up there fishing with you

(2005 D. B. MICHEL)

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!

I had this memorized when I was a kid. I worshiped Poe, & read everything he had written.

Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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Account frozen...

Ok let me rock you're socks off


New Rage

A new evil spreads
its evil arms over,
the land we so love
and cherish...

Leaving hate and rage
in its black wake
Poisoning the kind hearts
erasing all hope.

Brothers blind with rage
fight to the last breath
and drop of blood...
Sisters kind souls tainted
with sadness and blood of
our fallen.
Turn their backs in disgust.

I am no different,fighting
breaking my promises,then
my brethren soul corrupt
by the taste of pain.

Meet my demise as so many
of my afflicted people
by the tip of a blade
dipped in the black pain
which flows in the once
mighty river of souls.

Drawing my last breath,
slowly but surely the
foul poison is drowning
my soul...ahhh...
"Its not you're time to go"
The fog is lifting,whats this.
An angel of light kneeling
next to my wounded body.
"I lifted the curse and removed
the shards of pain."

I stand with a new hope
and an angel watching over me.
"Purge the evil mighty warrior."
I go on a quest of epic proportions,
To free my brothers and lift the
sorrow from my sisters.

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Scorpions - Wind Of Change

Way to go, A.I!

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Capitalize on this good fortune, one word can bring you round ... changes.

Ok let me rock you're socks off


New Rage

A new evil spreads
its evil arms over,
the land we so love
and cherish...

Leaving hate and rage
in its black wake
Poisoning the kind hearts
erasing all hope.

Brothers blind with rage
fight to the last breath
and drop of blood...
Sisters kind souls tainted
with sadness and blood of
our fallen.
Turn their backs in disgust.

I am no different,fighting
breaking my promises,then
my brethren soul corrupt
by the taste of pain.

Meet my demise as so many
of my afflicted people
by the tip of a blade
dipped in the black pain
which flows in the once
mighty river of souls.

Drawing my last breath,
slowly but surely the
foul poison is drowning
my soul...ahhh...
"Its not you're time to go"
The fog is lifting,whats this.
An angel of light kneeling
next to my wounded body.
"I lifted the curse and removed
the shards of pain."

I stand with a new hope
and an angel watching over me.
"Purge the evil mighty warrior."
I go on a quest of epic proportions,
To free my brothers and lift the
sorrow from my sisters.

Excellent poem Al!

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!

Rational
Choice is
Just a theory
Reality is not. How
Logical.


(a friend of mine)

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Account frozen...

"The Marble Thinker"
by me
sometime in Fall 1994 or Winter 1994/1995.

Truth -
permeates our existence.
Falsehood -
hinders our persistence.
What will you offer up
in resistance?
Will you swallow it
hook, line & sinker?
Prime-time,
boob-tube
marble thinker.

What they're trying to sell ya -
It's called
propaganda.
Truth rearranged,
money's exchanged.
Truth become lies, bought.
Never given a 2nd thought.

We -
are watching from the fence.
Watching
them fight for the defense.
Just takes a few thousand dollars,
for them to put a spin on the evidence.
Will we swallow it
hook, line & sinker?
Prime-time
boob-tube
marble thinker.

What they're trying to tell ya -
could it be
they have an agenda?
It's all perception.
If there are 2 sides to every story,
is there no such thing as deception?
Artful depiction -
leaving only 1 choice for the jury ...
Not enough evidence for conviction.

Truth -
"It's all relative" isn't what Daddy said.
Falsehood -
is what we keep getting fed.
I will offer up
a fight until I'm dead.
No, I won't swallow it -
hook, line & sinker.
I define the fine line
between an open mind & a marble thinker.

So awkward and out of place -
I see
you're charmed by my smiling face.
Put me on the stand -
raise my right hand.
Of course, you believe me.
"He couldn't be lying, could he?"

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Capitalize on this good fortune, one word can bring you round ... changes.

Nice poem Sarge. It made me think. Which I don't often do. I just usually crap everywhere.

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flaming balloons

“Cries From Hell”

To the woodshed we all go
For saying things that we all know
The truth is hard to hide
When you feel it inside

To the bottom we all slide
Give the low road a ride
It seems that crime can pay
If the truth goes away

If I say it’s good to be free
Then the cries come from hell
To banish me, banish me
Well if that’s how it’s gonna be
Then banish me, banish me

Give the devil his due
Look what he’s done with the truth
Put the devil in charge
Now the truth is at large

2007 db michel

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!