DILIGGAQ: January 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Your Dimension Of Greatness

No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage - the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!

So, explore the Dimension of Greatness,
And believe that the world CAN be won;
By a mind that is fully committed,
KNOWING the task can be done!

Your world has no place for the skeptic,
No room for the DOUBTER to stand;
To weaken your firm resolution
That you CAN EXCEL in this land!

We must have VISION TO SEE our potential,
And FAITH TO BELIEVE that we can;
Then COURAGE TO ACT with conviction,
To become what GOD MEANT us to be!

So, possess the strength and the courage,
To conquer WHATEVER you choose;
It's the person WHO NEVER GETS STARTED,
That is destined FOREVER to lose!

~ Author Unknown ~

Hope

When all about you is black with gloom,
And all you feel is pending doom.
When your bones are racked with grim despair -
When every breath is a gasp for air.
Keep on going, though you need to grope,
For around the bend is a ray of hope.

A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,
As your will to live has been bereft.
You've lost it all, it's just no use!
You can end it all, you need no excuse.
But throw away that piece of rope,
And give yourself a chance of hope.

Just give yourself another day,
Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.
This is your life and you can make a new start,
By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.
Taking baby steps in order to cope,
And minute by minute you'll build on your hope.

Build on your hope,. one day at a time,
Though the road be steep and hard to climb.
The hurts of the past - they should be dead.
The fears of the future are all in your head.
Just live in the present and refuse to mope
Your life will sparkle for you're living in hope.

by Brian Quinn

R.I.P. Love

June 2, 1975 - March 12, 2010

Love C. Bragg passed away March 12, 2010 from a pre-existing medical condition. She resided in Bend. Love was born in Columbia, Missouri on June 2, 1975 to her father, Lynn Robert Colvard, and her mother, Glenda Sue Steelman-Garoutte.

Her grandmother, Barbara May Hunt, and her grandfathers, Willard Bernell Steelman and Robert Colvard, preceded her in death.

Love is survived by her mother and father; stepfather, John Garoutte; her children, Mariah Summer Yegge, Elle Sue and Elijah James Halvorsen; her brothers, Darrell Elsworth Miller, Michael Colvard, Ethan Colvard, Joshua Garoutte, Jeremiah Garoutte; sisters, Laura Lea Harder and Bobbie Jo Tyler. Her grandmother, Clara Lee Steelman, lives on as well. She was a great aunt and is also survived by numerous cousins, nephews, nieces, aunts, uncles, great aunts and great uncles.

Loves life may have ended too soon at the young age of 34, but her memories and the love we share for her will live on forever. She was a spontaneous child and an adventurous adult. She learned to live every day, as she said, "as if it was her last", when she knew it could end at any given moment. We love and miss her greatly and will remember all the wonderful things she brought into our lives. We all have a reason for being on this earth, and her family who has struggle through many hardships, now believe hers may have been to bring us closer, when we may have lost one another forever. The loss of her beautiful life will not be in vain.

Love is now protected in the arms of Our Heavenly Father, as is her memory within our Hearts. There will be a memorial service/wake to celebrate her life in June 2010.

Joe Stack's Suicide Note

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.

While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great ..degree.. of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.

Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and ..insurance companies.., are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.

And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!

How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.

How did I get here?

My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.

The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.

That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.

Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.

On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.

The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to live on.

In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own future and myself.

Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.

For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report (http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read our discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).

SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.

(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:

(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.

(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.

Note:

· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.

· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.

· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.

Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.

During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.

After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.

Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.

Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.

Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.

By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.

To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.

So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.

When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.

This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.

I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.

As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.

I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.

I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.

The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.

Joe Stack (1956-2010)

02/18/2010

Make It Real

Make it real is
the way that I feel
Though my lips can't
scream out these words

I can't decide to
make up your mind
Even if I knew it before
Familiar to me to walk

down this street
And I'm walking down it again
You are who you are
so open your heart

And you shall find
a true friend
I'm pushing I know
I can't help it though

So close to what
I've wanted for so long
It's time to face now
I can't show you how

All I can say is
I know I'm not wrong
If you give me your heart
I won't tear it a part

For I see that It's
fragile and broke
Just trust me please
I'm down on my knees

Purposing to in love provoke
Awaken from sleep
and then us to keep
An intimate relation of truth

Go back to the past
we'll get through it fast
Then we'll enjoy
new youth

by Bilal Anaim

R.I.P. Brittany Jean

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
©Copyright 1998-2009

"It Is Never Too Late To Become What You Might Have Been"

Ever wished you would have done something, but didn't? Something you wanted to do, perhaps even needed to do; but for one reason or no reason at all, you just never did. We all have. And many of us still do. Instead of doing, we don't. And a lifetime of missed opportunities passes us by.

What's the deal here? What makes us frequently turn our backs on the very things that are important to us, things that give our lives meaning and purpose? Why do we needlessly allow so many magical moments to silently slip away?

Why do we leave a trail littered with broken promises and unfulfilled dreams instead of just doing what needs to be done?

"Everything comes too late for those who only wait."
Elbert Hubbard

While there are as many reasons as stars in the sky for not doing what we need to do, the most popular explanation is the old reliable 'it's too late' excuse. Since it's too late, there's no sense doing it. So we don't.

But can it ever really be too late? No, no, absolutely no.

Regardless of how desperate life gets or how hopeless things look, it's never too late. No matter how low we have sunk or how far behind we have fallen, it's never too late. As long as there is a single breath left in our bodies, there's always a chance. And a chance is all we need to turn things around.

As long as we're willing to take that chance, we've got a chance.

"The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something."
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Can it ever be too late to open your heart, to open your eyes, to allow life's best to come rushing in?

Can it ever be too late to do your best, to be your best and to make your dreams come true?

Can it ever be too late to give it a try, to give it a whirl, to take your best shot and see where it takes you?

Can it ever be too late to show your appreciation, to express your gratitude, or to simply say 'thank you?'

Can it ever be too late to savor a sunset, to relax in the woods or treasure the tranquility of the endless heavens above?

"There is an immeasurable distance between late and too late."
Og Mandino

Can it ever be too late to care, to share, to hug a loved one or to say I love you?

Can it ever be too late to do a good deed, to whisper a kind word or to offer a hand in need?

Can it ever be too late to flash a friendly smile, to laugh a hearty laugh, or enjoy a meaningful moment?

As long as you're willing to give it a go, it is never too late. And there is just too much to love about life to simply give up and quit. You need to start living boldly, bravely, with nothing held back, nothing left behind. Giving it all that you've got each and every day. No matter how old or how young you may be right now, it's never too late to love, to live, to be all that you have dreamed of being and more.

So get out there a make today a truly memorable day, a fabulous day, a super sensational day that you'll cherish forever.

The Bottom Line: You need to live every second of every minute of every hour of your life.

The Road Less Traveled

How often we must bear the challenges of life;
The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow;
The constant ups and downs of daily strife.
And always the question remains .... why?

Life is not an easy road for most;
It twists and turns with many forks in the road,
Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...

Do we turn to the right ... or the left?
Do we take the high road ... or the low road?
Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one?

Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction ...
And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.

While standing at a crossroads in life,
The urge is to take the most comfortable path;
The road with least resistance ...
The shortest or most traveled route.

And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before;
Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences;

Do we yet again follow the known?
Or does our destiny lie in another direction?

The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real;
It manifests itself in many ways,
And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.

It is in these times of confusion,
That we must seek peace and solitude;

Time to contemplate on our life,
Our experiences and our choices past;
Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned
Without fear or confusion.

For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts;
Our unique past and personal history;
The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.

We can always learn a small degree from others experiences,
And yet ... no one person can walk in our shoes,
Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private ...

For each is individual ... unique ... and personal.

And that is why ... while standing at a crossroads,
Only "we" can formulate the decision for ourselves;
The true direction that lies within;
The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.

For it is only through personal reflection,
That we can now choose our destiny;
... Our next adventure;
... And the future we will embrace.

by Kit McCallum

I Am Me

Sometimes...
We get caught up -
Lost -
In the analyzing of the whys and hows in life...

We get burnt along the way,
And many of us never ever...
Even try to heal...

I can't speak for anyone except myself -
Me -

All that I possess -
And control...
In this life...
I am me...

No better...
Or worse...
Than any other...
In this world...

If I am kind -
I am not wanting anything in return...

If I lift you up along the way -
My sole expectation is that you...
Or someone like you...
Will maybe lift me up when I too have fallen...

If I say I love you,
You hopefully can see within my eyes
That my words are the reflection of my heart...

And soul...

I am me...

I ask for nothing except to see me as just that...
One person...
Trying his best to make my world a better place...
One day at a time...

Look beyond the tattoos...
Beyond the scars...
Beyond my time in prison...
Beyond what I had been...

And maybe...
You will see...

That I am just me...

-ne033x

Maybe Somehow...

I speak
Because I know my needs
I speak with hesitation
Because I know not yours
My Words
Come from my life's experiences
Your understanding
Comes from yours

Because of this
What I say
And what you hear
May not be the same

So if you will listen carefully
But not with your ears
To what I say
But not with my tongue

Maybe somehow
We can communicate.

-Javan

A Letter From Your Disease

fast train from ne033x on Vimeo.

Hello fellow addicts I am your disease,
I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,

I will always be here no matter where you go,
I am smarter than you and I am in control,

Family, friends, and loved ones they won't matter anymore,
I'll take everything you got and still want something more

I was there for you in the good times but mostly in the bad,
I've made you feel so happy but in the end you was always sad

You will lie to everyone and say that I ain't real,
but if that's the case why can't you put down that pill

I come in many forms, and shapes, and size
Then following comes denial, deceit, and lies

I will turn you from everyone that tries to take you from me
Together we will spend all eternity

I'll embrace you in my arms and I'll never set you free,
Spend our life together won't that make you happy,

Don't let those people tell you what I am all about,
Cause then you'll find a way; a way to kick me out

Well here I go now I'll just be on my way
but not for to much longer cause I still have much to say

So when you think I'm gone and you can finally be at ease,
Just remember this I will always be your disease.

© Siera

Source: A Letter From Your Disease, Addiction Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-letter-from-your-disease#ixzz1kODgO5cr
Family Friend Poems

Words To Live By

It's not how much you accomplish in life
that really counts,
but how much you give to other.

It's not how high you build your dreams
that makes a difference,
but how high your faith can climb.

It's not how many goals you reach,
but how many lives you touch.

It's not who you know that matters,
but who you are inside.

Believe in the impossible,
hold tight to the incredible,
and live each day to its fullest potential.
You can make a difference
in your world.

~ Rebecca Barlow Jordan ~

A Creed To Live By

Don't undermine your worth by comparing
yourself with others.
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Don't set your goals by what other people
deem important.

Only you know what is best for you.
Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life, for without them
life is meaningless.

Don't let your life slip through your fingers
by living in the past or for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
you live all the days of your life.

Don't give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.
It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.
Don't be afraid to encounter risks.

It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love.
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Don't dismiss your dreams.

To be without dreams is to be without hope;
to be without hope is to be without purpose.
Don't run through life so fast that you forget
not only where you've been, but also where you're going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored
each step of the way.

~ Nancye Sims ~

Dare To Dream

Let nothing hold you back from
exploring your wildest fantasies,
wishes, and aspirations.
Don't be afraid to dream big
and to follow your dreams
wherever they may lead you.
Open your eyes to their beauty;
open your mind to their magic;
open your heart to their possibilities.

Dare to dream.
Whether they are in color
or in black and white,
whether they are big or small,
easily attainable or almost impossible,
look to your dreams,
and make them become reality.
Wishes and hopes are nothing
until you take the first step
towards making them something!

Dare to dream,
Because only by dreaming,
will you ever discover
who you are, what you want,
and what you can do.
Don't be afraid to take risks,
to become involved,
to make commitment.
Do whatever it takes to make
your dreams come true.
Always believe in miracles,
and always believe in you!

~ Julie Anne Ford ~

Always Have A Dream In Your Heart

Follow your heart,
never surrender your dreams.
Constantly work towards your goals.
Believe in yourself, and always be truthful.
Take time to enjoy life's pleasures.
Keep your mind open to new experiences.
Think before acting,
but don't forget the joys of spontaneity.
Make your own decisions.
Look out for yourself, but remember
that you share this universe with others.
Look for the good in others,
everybody has their own song to sing.
Live each moment to the fullest,
for a moment too soon becomes a memory.
Look for opportunities, not guarantees.
Hope for the best.
Give people a chance to love you,
for that is how you learn to love.
Live your life for yourself,
but always be considerate of others.
Believe in tomorrow, for it holds the key
to your dreams.

~ Melissa Ososki ~

Anything Is Possible

Believe in Yourself,
and Remember that
Anything Is Possible

Believe in what makes you feel good.
Believe in what makes you happy.
Believe in the dreams you've always wanted to come true,
and give them every chance to.

Life holds no promises
as to what will come your way.
You must search for your own ideals
and work towards reaching them.

Life makes no guarantees as to what you'll have.
It just gives you time to make choices
and to take chances
and to discover whatever secrets might come your way.

If you are willing to take the opportunities you are given
and utilize the abilities you have,
you will constantly fill your life
with special moments and unforgettable times.

No one knows the mysteries of life or its ultimate meaning,
but for those who are willing
to believe in their dreams and in themselves,
life is a precious gift in which anything is possible.

~ Dena DiIaconi ~

Reaching Your Dream Takes Courage

Courage is admitting that you're afraid and facing that fear directly. It's being strong enough to ask for help and humble enough to accept it.

Courage is standing up for what you believe in without worrying about the opinions of others. It's following your own heart, living your own life, and settling for nothing less than the best for yourself.

Courage is daring to take a first step, a big leap, or a different path. It's attempting to do something that no one has done before and all others thought impossible.

Courage is keeping heart in the face of disappointment and looking at defeat not as an end but as a new beginning. It's believing that things will ultimately get better even as they get worse.

Courage is being responsible for your own actions and admitting your own mistakes without placing blame on others. It's relying not on others for your success, but on your own skills and efforts.

Courage is refusing to quit even when you're intimidated by impossibility. It's choosing a goal, sticking with it, and finding solutions to the problems.

Courage is thinking big, aiming high, and shooting far. It's taking a dream and doing anything, risking everything, and stopping at nothing to it make it a reality.

~ Caroline Kent ~

Fields of Tears

It is easy -
so easy -
to not notice the good that is in our lives.

Life can often be cruel.

The path that we walk is often filled with obstacles.
Often, we find ourselves overwhelmed -
or so we think.

But...
The truth is that while we may sit down to rest along the way...
We may take a moment to bury our face in our hands and cry...
And where we sit,
our tears fall to the ground...

Yes...
Life is often "unfair".
But...

We must stand up and continue down the path...

No matter the difficulties -
the obstacles that lay in our path -

we must continue on...

And often...
When we look back...
We will find flowers blooming...
Where our tears have shed...

-ne033x

Pacing The World - Back And Forth

amor vincit omnia from ne033x on Vimeo.

There was a time...

A world away...
It seems today...

I spent twenty four very long months in a cold and lonely place...

Like a caged animal...
I found myself pacing back and forth...
And I talked to no one...
But myself...

And I dreamed...
The dreams to take me away from that man-made hell...

Lunacy had a name often...
And it was me...

Yet...
One single vision kept me sane...
That oneday I would escape this hell...
Oneday I would be free of this prison...

Oneday...

I would walk under blue skies again...
I would smell the sweet smell of the summer forest...
I would feel gentle blades of grass under my feet...
The sun kissing my skin...
And I walked the ten feet -
back and forth -

and again...

For twenty four long months
I tried to sing songs from my youth...
Often crying because I forgot the words...

And oh did I dream...

Oneday...

I would hold my lover in my arms...
I would look deeply in her eyes...
And I would whisper in her ears...
"I love you so much."...

I saw our children grow...
Together...

And it was these dreams...
That kept me going...

And...
Years later...
I walked out of that cold and lonely prison cell...

I held my love in my two arms...
I whispered the words:
"I love you" to her soul...

And on a dark summer day...
I heard back...
From some faraway place...

My love...
Had been in an accident...

"Danny, she didn't make it."...

And...
Though the next few years were hazy...
There came a day...
While pacing the world...
Back and forth...

I stopped to thank God...
For the dream...
That had kept me alive...

And I whispered on a passing current of wind...
"I love you so very much...

Still...
And for even a moment...
I am so thankful to have been loved...
By you."...

And...
I no longer pace...
Back and forth...

I walk...
And I still dream...

And I can smile again...

Thankful...
For that moment in time...
With you...

My dear Jeannie Anne...

-Danny Watson aka ne033x

Love The Moment

I wrote something earlier!

Deleted it

Cuz it didn't say

Exactly what I wanted to say!

And...

Exactly what is that?..

I had to ask myself...

Well!..

For starters...

It aint about money...

Not about a certain status in society - I don't care!...

Soooo...

What is it all about?...

For reals?...

Hmmm...

Well!!!...

Here it is here!...

I think...

That...

There is nothing more important...

Than...

Being who you are!..

Meaning...

That we must be all that we are..

Love life...

Love the moment...

That is all that we have!..

No matter where you are in the world...

No matter who you are...,

no matter what...

Live life for you...

And smile!

Let your life be happy!

-ne033x

Jeg Elsker Dig Med Alle Min Hjerte Min Smuk Kone

You came into my life

Unannounced

Uninvited

But not unwanted

You came at a time that I needed

A tender smile

A gentle touch

A woman's company

You came with understanding

For you asked no questions

With loving care

You healed my wounds

And nursed me to health again

Then you watched over me

Till I regained my courage

To face the world again

And in your wisdom you realized

My need to be free

So you tied no bonds

Now each night

Wherever I am

I think of you

Wherever you are

And in my heart I repeat

"Thank you"

-Javan

Little Things

You look in the mirror

At lines that were not there yesterday

And find a couple more hairs turned grey

With a nervous glance at me

You wonder if I notice "Little Things"

Later, as I lay beside you

And sleep has closed your eyes

I think of the way you stroked my hair

And how, before you hung my jacket

You held it close to you

I reach out and take your hand

And with all the love the world has known

I bring it to my lips

For yes, I notice "Little Things"

-Javan

I Am An Idea

I am an idea

Conceived in the mind of the Universe

And interpreted in the minds

of the individuals I meet

Within myself I am constant

Yet I am as ever changing

as the people who interpret me

I can control my actions

But I can not control their thoughts

Therefore, I must do what I think right

And let others --

Think what they will

-Javan

Someday

Someday I will smile

And find the warmth of my smile

Reflected back to me

Someday I will reach out to someone

And find that I only have to reach halfway

For she will be reaching out to me

Someday I will find

The true meaning of the word Love

That many use so carelessly

Someday I will find

Someone with whom I can share

But for now I must try to know myself

And the world around me

So when the time comes for me to give

I will know the meaning

of my gift

-Javan

Masterpiece

We are born into the World

Like a blank canvas

And each person that crosses our path

Takes up the brush

And makes his mark

Upon our surface

So it is that we develop

But we must realize there comes a day

That we must take up the brush

And finish the work

For only we can determine

If we are to be

Just another painting

Or a Masterpiece

-Javan

Understanding

The Logical Song from ne033x on Vimeo.

If you should try

To understand me

Through the eyes

Of your experiences

You only understanding

Will be misunderstanding

For we have walked different paths

And have known different fears

And that which brings you laughter

Just might bring me tears

So if you can learn

To accept me

And the strange things

I say and do

Maybe through you acceptance

You will gain understanding

-Javan

Loss

Sometimes we have something

Without truly knowing

What we have

Sometimes we hold something

Without knowing completely

What we hold

Sometimes we are given something

Without fully appreciating

What we are given

But that knowledge usually comes

When we realize

What we have lost

-Javan

True and Genuine Love is...

So many of us question love.

I - for one - will be the first to stand up and admit that I don't have all the answers.

I wish I did....

But, I will - proudly - give many thanks to this world I know...

For the great love that I have come to know along the way.

With that being said, I would like to say...

That true love makes a man walk miles through the bitter cold of winter for just a brief look at the woman he loves.

True love is when you wake up every single day and the one you love seems more beautiful than yesterday.

True love is when the greatest joy you have is making life better in whatever smallest way for the one you love.

True love brings comfort and happiness through life's hardest tests.

True love is not a word, but a feeling borne deep in the soul.

True love is knowing that nothing in the world is perfect, yet the one you love seems perfect in every way.

True love is when you no longer can even imagine loving another the way you love the one you're with.

True love forgives the mistakes your lover makes.

True love is when you look in your lovers eyes and see a sparkle and reflection of what Heaven is all about.

True love is when a mere kiss can bring you the greatest passion you've ever experienced.

True love is knowing that in an ever changing world, you and your lover change together.

True love holds a man and woman together through the mightiest of storms.

True love is understanding.

True love builds each other up instead of tearing each other down.

True love is the sunshine after the rain.

True love can bring the biggest man to his knees and fill the tiniest woman with the strength of a dozen oxen.

True love is always standing on the foundation of trust.

True love is when your lover remains the most beautiful in your eyes no matter any physical ailment that comes to them.

True love is when you hold each other together at night and are truly thankful for being blessed with one another.

True love is when you see your lover sleep and whisper in their ear: "I love you so much," for the chance that they will hear you in their dreams.

True love is when you get off work late and stop at the store on the way home to buy doughnuts and chocolate milk so that your love wakes up, knowing that you thought of them when you were apart last night.

True love is walking in the rain to meet your lover on the way home... because you missed them so much and just couldn't wait to hold them in your arms.

True love is all of this...

Yet so much more.

-Danny Watson

Reflecting on love. ;-)

The Love of Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable, illogical,

and self-centered...

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,

people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives...

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,

you will win some false friends and some true enemies...

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,

people may cheat you...

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building,

some could destroy overnight...

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,

there may be jealousy...

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,

people will often forget tomorrow...

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,

and it may never be enough...

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,

it's between you and God,

It was never between you and them anyway.

~~~ Mother Theresa ~~~

The Gift

The Great Spirit said, “I am going to give you a tremendous gift.”

“I hope I am worthy of this gift,” I replied.

The Great Spirit said he would inflict me with a disease.
“Disease as a gift?” I asked. I could not fathom illness as a gift.

“What you do with this gift depends on you,” he said.

“You can treat it as a curse, or accept it for what it is.

You can lament or make the best of it. It is up to you.
What you do and how you act will prove if you are a Warrior.”

He struck me with Polio and paralyzed my legs.

Doctor’s said I will never walk again.

But I did. I learned to walk and run.

I thank the Great Spirit every day.
He taught me that those without legs are worthy.

He struck me with Graves’ disease.

Life was pure hell for a few years.

Loss of memory, pain, and tremors,
But I got better.

I learned that by helping others with Graves’

I could help to heal myself.

I learned that helping others is a worthy cause.

I learned I had the strength to keep going

Even when I had no strength left.

I learned that as bad off as I felt there was another
Who was worse off than I who I could help.

I learned that instead of reaching for a helping hand

I had become the hand that was reached for.

Instead of being in the abyss I was on the edge
Helping others out of the void.

The Great Spirit said, “I will take your vision.”

My eyes bulged and pained.

Vision started to dim and colors were lost.

My eyes went askew and looked in different directions,
But I got better

Sixteen eye surgeries,

Much pain and discomfort,

Orbital Radiation on my eyes left me with cataracts,
But I got better.

I learned that even with no sight I was worthy.

I saw with my mind what my eyes could no longer.

I learned that by helping other’s with eye problems.
I helped myself.

I am a Warrior. I no longer look at a person the same.

I see what is inside them not the shell of the body.

Instead of seeing a person in a wheelchair
I see a person who was given a gift.

I see the Great Spirit gave them a gift too.

I admire their strength.

I admire their courage.
I admire their will.

I pay homage to a fellow Warrior as we pass by.

I thank the Great Spirit for these gifts.
Fore they made me the man I have become.

The Mystical Indian

At Home Here

If I am ever away,

Then I just want to go back Home.

Where when it rains, I can hear the water

Flow into our rain barrels,

And feel the moisture seeping down down down down

Into the roots of the trees.

I can lift up my face into the rain,

As I stare at a star,

And try to understand the message of the coyote.

In the summer the tree frogs

Sing of treasures and the owl

Flies noiselessly by.

Why need I to go anywhere’s else?

When the sun passes through

This one sky in a day.

And the seasons and the blossoming of the moon

Fill my whole world with mystery.

By Trennie Trendle

What Matters Most

It's not how long we held each other's hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It's not how far we traveled on our way
Of what we found to say
It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green

It's not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

What matters most is that we loved at all.

-Martin Nievera

Amor Vincit Omnia

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