Ms. Joey

Ms. Joey is the kind of gal who only settles for high quality goods, and she gets lots of goods day in and day out. If she’s not getting some package in the mail then she’s getting it down town, or getting her family and friends gifts from one of them T.V. shows where they sell folks things at quote unquote discount prices. Yep, that’s the kind of lady she is, and ain’t no surprise she gets lots of gifts from folks in return. The most of which she ends up, “re-gifting,” as she likes to put it, on a count of she doesn’t think they would be worth the care that she could give them. Which’s O.K. with me, but once she was given this shiatsu puppy that wasn’t pure bread. Sure, she took good care of it for a short while until it was “re-gifted” to an animal shelter in the south eastern part of Nebraska, two states over. Boy did that trip take some planning. That pup traveled with her father, Mr. Joey, in a Prius across the state into Montana where it hopped a train to the city of Lincoln Nebraska. Must have been a fair three hundred miles to Lincoln, and the move wasn’t done for that little shiatsu pup. He then got picked up at the station by an Amish friend of Ms. Joey who personally made sure that that pup arrived safely at the biggest, best, dog shelter on that side of the Mississippi. So says Ms. Joey, and I reckon she’d done her research. Yep, in some senses she’s out of the ordinary. Some kids joke that she’s like a Mother Theresa on dope.

Tonight is Ms. Joey’s night off. She’ll most likely come out to the I-MAX movie theatre with a box of tissues, and invite one of the young ladies from her building to come with her. They will most likely walk and give themselves a bit of extra time to get a bite, and more than likely do some window shopping. That way she doesn’t have to take her custom painted Prius on platinum rims out of the buildings parking garage, and risk doing it any damage. When she gets here I’ll give her them Christmas marshmallows, you know the ones decorated like snowmen, and she’ll look me in the eyes and thank me with an ear to ear smile. As she watches the movie, I’ll wait and ponder if she’sbeen working on a new film, or if she’s recently gone vacationing back to my homeland to surf the beaches I grew up on.

What a great love I share with Ms. Joey, nothing in the world could spoil our relationship. I hope to surf the beaches of Arica with her someday, and paddle half a mile out with her. Maybe even catch the same wave as her, and ride it into shore with her to see her smile ear to ear for the whole ride in. Life ain’t bad when you love a woman like she loves you. Easy loving like a surfer and the surf: alone they stand strong because they can get along through the wipeouts and the changing weather that might separate them or bring them together.

yin and yang

IN A ZERO GRAVITY SPACE CAPSULE

& FINALLY I SEE

THAT WHICH YOU, BABE, WISH TO MAKE OF ME

A RELIABLE MAN

PUT TO USE ONE DEMAND

EVERY MORN’,

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

YOU’RE AS LIKELY TO WAKE UP AND ASK YOUR SWEETY FOR A KISS,

AS AN AUTUMN IS TO COME AFTER A SUMMER TIME.

I WOULD DREAD MY LIFE, BE IT THAT I BRUISED YOUR BEAUTY.

LIKE A RIPE PEAR THAT I TOSS UP INTO THE AIR,

& THEN CATCH, LIKE THE SENSATIVE HANDS OF GREEN BAY’S TREY JOHONSON AS HE RECIEVES THE TOUCHDOWN PASS IN THE HOMETOWN ENDZONE FOR THE GAME WINNER,

MY FINESS COULD NEVER GO SO LIMP, THAT ANY ONE OF MY 27 DOLLS IN MY LITTLE BLACK BOOK, WHICH IS KEPT IN GOOD HANDS AT AN OUT OF STATE BANK, WHICH A COPY IS FILED AWAY IN MY WORK DESKTOP,WILL EVER CROSS YOUR SIGHT.

SO LONG AS THERE IS HAIR ON MY BALL SACK, I PROMISE TO LOVE YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT.

WITH NO DOUBT FINALLY I SEE

THAT WHICH YOU WISH TO MAKE OF ME

A RELIABLE MAN

PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

*building a canoe out of a tree

from the paper to the 'puter is like buildin out of a tree

ANIMAL CREULTY

check this link and the video there, its of undercover investigations at a factory farm in californi and the cruel treatment of the animals there

there are some bloody, and demented shots in the footage 

click here

Mad Cow disease

People were eating
meats from slaughtered cows

cows who were eating
meats from
yea, you guessed it,
slaughtered cows

go figure that some of those cows
that were slaughtered
-for 'food"-
had a deadly infectious disease
and soon did the cows they were fed to
who were sent to the slaughter
and fed to humans

if those were my humans i'd be mad pissed too.

Ishmael Beah spoke.....

October 15, 2008 a man named Ishmael Beah, of Sierra Leone, came to Potsdam to speak and do some “Q & A” at Crane’s Hosmer Hall. Ishmael Beah spoke of his time as a war child in Sierra Leone, a country that won it’s independence from England. He said that he was born to a family consisting of a mother, father, an older brother, and later a younger brother. They were all killed accept for him during a civil war going on in Sierra Leone, that he now believes started because of corruption in his countries government. He was then forced to carry a gun and kill. Those who forced him to war put him under the impression that the people whom he was warring against were responsible for the death of his immediate family. By killing them, he was told that it would decrease the number of children that would end up with misfortunes like his family had. He said that when he was put to war to join a likes of other s like him, without family and forced into violence, he knew nothing of the political stances in Sierra Leone. His main focus was to survive the moment. Now, after England intervened and in fact ended the civil war, he along with others asks why it took England so long to do so.

Ishmael Beah wrote the book A Long Way Gone, Memoirs of a Boy Soldier. He said it had to with his life as he slowly grew away form the war with the help of UNICEF and some others. After a trip with UNICEF to a conference in the USA, Ishmael Beah received an American passport, and found a family to fund his education and adopt him. He said that he then went back to Sierra Leone to live with his Uncle and to go to school. He said that living with his Uncle, whom he had heard of yet never met before, was uncomfortable, and that eventually some old comrades from war tried to force him back to war. Then he realized he had two decisions: to go back to war; or to find a way out of Africa and get hold of the family that had adopted him. So, a majority of the book was said to be a memoir of dangerous travels in Africa that lead him to an American Embassy where one man set him off in the more peaceful direction, back to the USA.

During the “Q&A” portion of the talk someone from the audience asked of him, if he would be writing the rest of his story down. His reply was that, because of all the time and effort sacrificed to tour with the book he was not intent on writing any more memoirs in the near future. But, that he was intent on writing some fiction. He was asked if he saw himself getting into politics. He replied that even though he had studied political sciences he would not become a politician in the near future, because there are many other ways to help in this world, and he’s content raising money of his own to in turn build schools in his home country.

At the start of his presentation at Hosmer Hall, Ishmael spoke of being young in a tightly knit community. He spoke of elders telling stories at gatherings, and in later public gatherings the youth would be asked upon to repeat the stories from before. The point of their recitals was to prove that they could actively listen and show respect for the morals and meanings of stories. And, if they could not recite a story they would be smacked on spot. I must say that in his speech, Ishmael Beah, was proud of his observant ability and recitation. So now, I am just as proud to tell you my short story.

PIECES OF THE EXPLOTION

Fact of the matter is that, Judge,

You as my witness could I ever tell the whole truth?

No, unless I lived so long

that infinite amounts of eyes I’d seen it through.

If each and every skin, I’d felt

From the outside and within

And I had the feelings inside the lives of what will be

And what’s already been.

Then that would be my honor

Sure it’d haff to be yours too

Since you got to hear it spoken

the whole story

of forever’s truth.

That tail’d go on for eternity

Since by the time we got to an end

You’d have forgotten the beginning

And added on to it again,

And again, and again…

Letter to the editor

Dear Folks,

The Environmental movement is gaining intellectual strength. A number of activists see the moment for humanity to take responsibility for our actions, and now the need for it to occur on a universal plane.

The way I see it is that the neighboring species of our world worked to evolve long and hard to help our cycle of life become prosperous within this galaxy. Here in the confines of our atmosphere of high oxygen content and distinct multi-faceted organisms we are as far as we know “living the dream”. As a unique species of the globe governed by our own people and literally sharing a common ground with numerous other groups of creatures whom help guide our way of government, we take note that there are physical laws that we live and die by. We also have a sense of moral laws that govern how we hurt and help others around us.

Our environment contains age old glaciers (some of the greatest creations on Earth), landscapes built by age old minerals (that often lead to the discovery and storing of aged old artifacts), and an enormous amount of valuable organisms of all sorts (that feed and nurtures our frame work of friends: the animals and our families). Those that surround us, of which I have just listed, take in the days as we the people do from morning to night. They keep their senses attune to the happenings of their environment, because the environment embodies who they are. For without the environment there is nothing and therefore no space for the creature.

In writing this I wish to inform others of a view that I have, and that others share with me. Please, share with me your thoughts; are you willing to help me keep our environment healthy and respectful of us by in return doing the same? I love you all, and hope that we might learn to make the best of our differences.

Peace-out

Sincerely,

Salvador Pascual Sarmiento Trevizan

PART

stuck being rotten

an old piece of fruit

without much to give

unless you’re starving for food

about to drop dead on the run

fermenting begun

to give back the soul

& lose part of the whole

AND FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

AS MY EYES LIDS WOULDN’T PEEL BACK FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T OPEN DOORS FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T KISS
YOUR ROSE PINK LIPS
QUICK ENOUGH
WHEN I AWOKE,TO UNTIE OUR TWO HIPS,
BEFORE YOU’D LET ME KNOW,
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
THAT I HAD APPARENTLY FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.

SURE NOW I MISS YOU,
BUT I FEARED THE CLOUDED SKIES WHERE WE FLEW.

OUR SELF-INDULGENT AND INNOCENT START IS SO FAR OUT OF VIEW,
LIKE BIRTH
TO A CROOKED BACK, GREY HAIRED, BLIND GRAND DAD,
AND DEATH
TO A JUST BORN STILL ATTACHED AT THE UMBILICAL CORD INFANT.
STILL I TRY TO CONCEIVE
THE SILLY SMILES WE GAVE,
THE LAUGHTER WE MADE,
AND IF THEY HAVE BEEN MASKED?
WERE OUR STRUGGLES SO GRAVE?

NOW WHAT, WILL I MOURN?

I KNOW (BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT ME) TO SOAR ABOVE THE TORRENTIAL RAIN,
WITHOUT PAIN, LIKE A CONDOR HIGH ABOVE,
I SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN A SKEPTIC,
THEREFORE DAMMED HAS BEEN OUR LOVE.
OUR RAPIDS THAT RUSHED
WERE TAMED TO A TRICKLE.

DREADING THE MOMENTS WHEN
I TO YOU WAS FICKLE.

WONDER WHY YOUR THOUGHTS WERE THOUGHT,
AND WHY MINE WEREN’T YOURS.
AND WHY
FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.