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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    I'm Back! But where is everyone else? Most of my old writing buddies are gone only a few remain. I myself have not been here since about '06. In '05 I suddenly got the writing bug and experimented with poetry. Then as suddenly as she came, my muse left. I'm not sure she is back - she may have just sent a brief text. We'll see.

    ...Created 2011-10-10 11:59:05

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2006-01-30 21:05:27

    dotsJournal: WORST VIRUS EVdots
    Mood: The Usual

    A new virus has just been discovered that has been classified by Microsoft as the most destructive ever. This virus was discovered yesterday afternoon by McAfee and no vaccine has yet been developed. This virus simply destroys Sector Zero from the hard disk, where vital information for its functioning are stored.
    This virus acts in the following manner:
    It sends itself automatically to all contacts on your list with the title:
    "A Card for You".
    As soon as the supposed virtual card is opened the computer freezes that the user has to reboot. When the ctrl+alt+delkeys or the reset button are pressed, the virus destroys Sector Zero, thus permanently destroying
    the hard disk. Yesterday in just a few hours this virus caused panic in New York, according to news broadcast by CNN. This alert was received by an employee of Microsoft itself. So don't open any mails with subject: "A Virtual Card for You." As soon as you get the mail, delete it!! Even if you know the sender !!!

    Please! Pass this mail to all of your friends.
    Forward this to everyone in your address book. I'm sure most people, like myself, would rather receive this notice 25 times than not at All!!

    ...Created 2006-01-16 08:04:50

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Relaxing

    Happy New Year!!!

    ...Created 2006-01-10 23:12:42

    dotsJournal: One Solitary Ldots
    Mood: The Usual

    Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

    One Solitary Life

    He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.
    He was raised in another obscure village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty.
    Then for three years, He was an itinerant preacher.
    He never wrote a book,
    He never held an office.
    He never had a family or owned a home.
    He never visited a big city.
    He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where he was born.
    He did none of the things that accompany greatness.

    While still a young man, the tide of public opinion turned against Him.
    His friends deserted him.
    He was turned over to His enemies
    And went through the mockery of a trial.
    He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
    While He was dying, his executioners gambled for the only property He owned,
    His robe.
    When He was dead, he was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

    Twenty centuries have come and gone,
    And today He is the central figure for much of the human race.
    And all the armies that have ever marched,
    All the navies that have ever sailed,
    All the parliaments that have ever sat,
    All the kings that have ever reigned put together,
    Have not affected the life of man on this Earth as much as this.....
    One Solitary Life.

    ...Created 2005-12-21 18:03:49

    dotsJournal: Christmasdots
    Mood: The Usual

    This is the time of year that many of us reflect on our lives and our world. It can often be quite disturbing, more so, when so much of the conflict, deaths and devastation is carried out in the name of God.

    In this country there is a great threat from the religious right who under the Bush Administration have created a silent or defacto Theocracy! Science is under attack through "creationism" and "Intelligent Design".

    The major religions in the world keep the letter but have lost their spirituallity.

    I therefore, offer this poem, which for me is what God, Budda, Allah and of course Jesus is all about!!

    ABOU Ben Adhem

    Leigh Hunt

    Abou Ben Adhem (May his tribe increase!)
    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
    And saw within the moonlight in his room,
    Making it rich like a Lily in bloom,
    An angel writing in a book of gold:
    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
    And to the presence in the room he saidí
    ďWhat writest thou?Ē The vision raised its head,
    And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
    Answered, ďThe names of those who love the lord.Ē
    ďAnd is mine one?Ē said Abou. ďNay, not so,Ē
    Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
    Bur cheerily still; and said ďI pray thee, then
    Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.Ē

    The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
    It came again, with a great wakening light.
    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,-
    And, Lo! Ben Adhemís name led all the rest!

    ...Created 2005-12-16 17:44:19

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Stressed

    I've been a bit out of it lately. Working on a professional presentation that's got me stressed out. Hate public speaking! So haven't had time to be on the site.

    So to those who know me and who I visit and who are kind enough to visit me, my apologies for my absence. I'll hopefully be back soon!



    ...Created 2005-10-14 19:16:59

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2005-09-18 21:26:48

    dotsJournal: New Orleansdots
    Mood: Sad

    Recent events brought this song to mind Sung by Arlo Gutherie. I wanted to place a link here to the song so anyone interested could hear it. Don't know how!
    Everytime I sing along with this song, I can' help but sing " Good morning America I love you!"

    Riding On the City of New Orleans
    Illinois Central Monday morning rail
    Fifteen Cars and fifteen restless riders
    Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

    All along the south bound odyssey
    The train pulls out itsí cacophony
    Rolls along past homes, farms and fields
    Passing trains that have no name,
    Frieghtyards full of old black men
    And graveyards of the rusted automobile

    Good morning America, how are ya?
    Donít you know me; Iím your native son
    Iím the train they call The City of New Orleans
    Iíll be gone five hundred miles when day is done

    Dealing cards games with the old men in the club car
    Penny a point ainít no one keeping score
    Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
    Feel the wheels rumbling Ďneath the floor

    And the sons of Pullman porters
    And the sons of engineers
    Ride their fathersí magic carpets made of steel
    Mothers with their babes asleep
    Rocking to the gentle beat
    And the rhythm of the rails is all they hear

    Good morning America, how are ya?
    Donít you know me; Iím your native son
    Iím the train they call The City of New Orleans
    Iíll be gone five hundred miles when day is done

    Nighttime on The City of New Orleans
    Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
    Half way home, weíll be there by morning
    Through the Mississippi darkness
    Rolling down to the sea

    But all the Towns and people seem
    To fade into a bad dream
    And the steel rail still ainít heard the news
    The conductor sings his songs again
    ďThe passengers will please refrain
    This trains got the disappearing railroad bluesĒ

    Goodnight America, how are ya
    Donít you know me Iím your native son
    Iím the train they call The City of New Orleans
    Iíll be gone five hundred miles when day is done

    Let us all pray that New Orleans doesnít have the disappearing city blues!!

    ...Created 2005-09-04 15:42:02

    dotsJournal: Newe Orleansdots
    Mood: Sad

    ...Created 2005-09-04 08:29:25

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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