Forbidden Veil to Face/Off 

A man seeing a memory is lost in confusion 

The plot of a movie is the cause of a confusion 

Forbidden Veil (poem)

I wandered down a lonely trail
The moon forgot so long ago
And memories had ceased to flow
Amid forbidden veil
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And there I saw what couldn�t be
A maiden I had met somewhere
Now lost forever in her stare
And now it beckoned me
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So here I sat it seemed so right
She sang a song of yesterday
When kisses weren�t so far away
And lovers found a place to stray
Where hearts in love could safely stay
Believing dreams would come their way
Which promised more than words could say
Yet drifting shadows did betray
Instead of Joy I found dismay
The song had sewn my plight
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I dare not stay I couldn�t leave
Confusion reigned from all around
Her song became a wall of sound
Which offered no reprieve
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I shouted hoping she would hear
But all I found was me instead
With all these reasons in my head
Why she�s no longer near 

Confusion takes possession of a man in this poem. This was intended to be a simple A/B/B/A poem. It is unclear if the speaker is caught by a vision or a memory. In the third stanza he becomes stuck. Hence the repeating the B rhyme. As the poem ends, if we weren't confused before, we should be now. Oddly,we are in touch with the speaker. 

Perhaps a husband or a boyfriend can relate to this (or a lady might admit to this). Arlene had a strange power over me. Sure, I loved her and I would do anything for her. But in the nature of things, this wasn't enough. It all starts with, "Marty." Then I know I'm in trouble (or in for delight). Then comes the kisses and hugs and Arlene's magic. When I came back to this world, whatever it was, Arlene won. Arlene learned not to overuse her superpower over me after this incidence. Arlene wanted a new car. After a "Marty", we were off. I remember a few more  "Marty"s at the Mitsubishi dealership. The next thing I recall was driving to dinner in Arlene;s sexy new car. Arlene was not as happy as she should be. It seems that I didn't haggle one little bit. I went with everything the dealer offered. He had a real sucker on the hook. The dealer felt so bad (or good) about dealing with me that he threw in a free dinner How could a guy be that stupid? The answer was "Marty".

Life goes on. How we choose to live our life is up to us.After all, it is our life. I do want to offer this insight, Some individuals enjoy doing the same thing. Breakfast. lunch and dinner at the same time everyday. The same routine everyday. There is nothing wrong in this. In fact there is a need for this type of personality. There is one thing, though. Our brain and how it stores things. If we have a tendency of doing the same thing, the brain will store it with similar memories. This includes little things like brushing our teeth. watching TV, our cell phones... All being stored with other times we went shopping, did the laundry, went on Facebook. Ever heard this, "What did you do this weekend?" What is our answer? Are satisfied with our answer? There will come a time when we will ask our self the question. We now have a valuable insight. Use it to be the wonders that we are. Use it and Enjoy.

Think I'm the only one who's girl crazy: Boyzone "Words" 

Another look at a film 

"Face/Off" is a 1997 science fiction action film directed by John Woo, written by Mike Werb and Michael Colleary, and starring John Travolta and Nicolas Cage. Travolta plays an FBI agent and Cage plays a terrorist, sworn enemies who assume each other's physical appearance. The film earned favorable reviews and grossed $245 million worldwide. It was nominated for an Academy Award in the category of Sound Effects Editing (Mark Stoeckinger) at the 70th Academy Awards. As successful as it was Defy Media and Screen Junkies found some problems with the movie.
Here is what Screen Junkies found.  "Honest Trailers - Face/Off"

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Love makes people do crazy things. 

And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of 

madness.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Flowers Follow to Granny Grab Your Gun 

Teardrops find their defense in three words 

Grannies find their defense in the martial arts 

 

Flowers Follow (English sonnet) 

A teardrop to some flowers follow me
A sigh to wished for words once more awake
A broken heart another chance to take
A moment which was never meant to be
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He wanders through the mist of a mistake
The clouds of doubt now rules his certainty
As streams of pain consumes his memory
And as he dies his world begins to shake
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Unclear from here where storm had found its start
Which form this rift that tore between these two
From here such winds are endless realms away
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And she it seems her tears weren�t far apart
With flowers followed words of I love you
Another bless�ed tie was formed that day w

Teardrops blossomed into words to bless this English sonnet. As with most sonnets of this type this one is divided into two part. The first part (the quatrains) is his perspective. The second part (the triplets) is her perspective. What makes this somewhat confusing is the atmosphere of this poem. Clarity has given way to the confusion of a serious relationship dilemma. Thus the fist stanza of each part is unclear of who the speaker is. 

This is how crazy our arguments were in that small Richmond district apartment. I came home late'; Someone had spent too much money; Something wasn't done; Something was brought home from work; The causes go on and on. Then came the shouting. It only got physical once. When I hit Arlene. It felt so bad (the shame of it) that I never raised my hand to her again. Not to be outdone, shouts led to more shouting. This and that would be added to the fire. This would continue until someone left. Doors would slam. And there I was. Was Arlene gone forever? That will teach her. What were we fighting about? What am I gonna do? I guess I told her. A mind muddled in a mire. It never felt good. Then came the words, "I love you." It is unclear were the words came from or who said them. The mind was much too lost to grasp what was going on. When again eyes could see, Arlene and I were in each other's arms and someone was crying.  A crazy result of this time: "I love you" took on a deeper meaning from those times on. 

All I can say: that Richmond apartment was a negative environment. When Arlene and I moved out, we were a normal couple. Negatives do attract other negatives. More important: positive do tend to attract other positives. In a world of positives and negatives this is important to remember, By adopting a positive attitude and a positive lifestyle, we will tend to attract positives into our lives. Oh, we will get an occasional negative. We can just laugh them off. (They hate that.) Seriously, a positive attitude allows us to deal with negatives in a logical manner. Learning from them. Our positiveness allows us to turn negatives into something useful. Our surroundings may be negative or contain negatives. This is something we should be aware of as it will effect us. The more positive we are the more good things we attract. It all starts here. We are wonderful. Let the positive flow and Enjoy.

A great video and music to go with the sonnet: Vivaldi's "Guitar Concerto in D" 

Martial arts or a gun 

A study published in 2013 by the Violence Policy Center, using five years of nationwide statistics (2007-2011) compiled by the Federal Bureau of Investigation found that defensive gun uses occur an average of 67,740 times per year.

Then there's Master Ken of EnterTheDojoShow. "Granny Grab Your Gun!" 

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Emotions have cycles whereas love endures. 

Some people confuse emotions, which are 

ever-changing, with love's durability.

Donna Lynn Hope

Summer's Air to High School Dance Battle 

Summers pass into memories 

One more senior outing passes into memories 

Summer�s Air (Martin verse) 

What moments passed into the summer�s air
Each breath of life filled splendors we would share
Each dream we danced to one more hope would bear
Each kiss of memories was born right there
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The heartbeats made would last throughout the year
Each gentle scent which flowers sent was dear
Each star which warmed a lover�s night was clear
Each day made extra time to hold you near
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And so we formed the magic of our air
Which every spark of romance held so dear
Was ever there a purpose quite so clear
As whispered wishes born when we were there
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Our summer�s flare would last from year to year
So endless Joyful waters which we share
Who knew the coming pain which I would bear
That morning when I could not hold you near
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A season came with you no longer there
An end to this was all which I could bear
There rose a breeze with so much more to share
What moments passed into the summer�s air

What made summers endless is revealed in this Martin verse. Take four words that rhyme. Take four more words that rhyme, but do not rhyme with the first four words. In the next two stanza  combine the two sets of four words. In the last stanza bring the first words back in reverse order. We have a Martin verse. It should look like this: A1/A2/A3/A4 B1/B2/B3/B4 A1/B1/B2.A2 B3/A3/A4/B4 A4/A3/A2/A1. 

Summer was always my favorite season. Not because school was out. I went to summer school. When I met Arlene she went to summer school with me. (One of the reasons Arlene's dad liked me.) There was something about the summer's air. We who live in San Francisco are spoiled. There is so much to do and our weather is very conducive. The temperature rarely goes bellow 50 our above 95. But summers... There was something extra to it. Was it the moon and stars on those romantic nights we strolled together? Or the warm caress of the fog? Was it how the days waited for us after a day of work? Was it the caress of the weekends? It wasn't just for those precious moments made by two lovers. One day a family would take in the wonders of the summer's air. The trips to the zoo, playing at the parks, exploring, the beaches, and all the rest. There, for us, all of time. But somehow better in the summer. The day came when my children were grown and off on their own. Arlene had passed. I was touched by the summer's air. Then I understood.

I don't want to be upsetting, but a fact of life is we are all getting older. In time there may be things that we can't do anymore or do as well. Add to this, the opportunities that only come around once. This should always be part of our driving force. Those things we missed  out on, or could have done better, should be a motivators to be all that is meant for us. Never, never, never put aside, or belittle, those things that we do well. Instead of worrying how short time may be, fill each moment with memories. Memories that only we can create. Memories that echo, "We were here." At the end of the day we should know: We are wonderful. And until that day, let us Enjoy.

A song for summer: Frank Sinatra "Summer Wind" 

Can dance be an answer to disagreements 

Dance has been shown to improve motor function, cognitive function, mental symptoms, and overall quality of life in people both with and without Parkinson�s disease. These results have been found in scientific studies, but also shared by a number of you in the comments that were left on the last blog.

Virginia, LPCA, highlighted how dance therapy takes advantage of the discovery of the role of mirror neurons in the brain.What is it about dance that makes it such an effective intervention for neurological disorders such as Parkinson�s disease (and other brain disorders)?

1. Dance develops flexibility and instills confidence.
2. Dance is first and foremost a stimulating mental activity that connects mind to body
3. Dance breaks isolation.
4. Dance invokes imagery in the service of graceful movement.
5. Dance focuses attention on eyes, ears and touch as tools to assist in movement and balance
6. Dance increases awareness of where all parts of the body are in space.
7. Dance tells stories.
8. Dance sparks creativity.
9. The basis of dance is rhythm.
10. The essence of dance is joy.

(Taken from National Institute for the Clinical Application of Behavioral Medicine) 

What about disagreements? For this we turn to Scott Winn of ScottDW. "HIGH SCHOOL DANCE BATTLE! CHOIR, CHEER, JOCKS, TEACHERS COLLIDE!! // ScottDW - Hum" 

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It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, 

I've got a lot of great memories. 

Bonnie Blair

 

Before The Battle to Zorro Misfire 

A General prepares for battle 

Zorro prepares to battle a general 

Before The Battle (free form poem) 

I feel the cold of it
The field that looms beneath my feet
Now covered with a thin live mist
In menacing retreat
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The sun will show no favor
As it turns behind the clouds
Impending carnage in the air
Birds wait amidst their shrouds
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How many gallant brave young boys
Will fall upon this day
While mothers scream and cry aloud
Another passed his way
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It�s there the path that soon will bring
Our trained contenders hence
While we will make our final rest
Along this shaded fence
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But as the dread hour draws nigh
I fall upon my knees
I pray to God to understand
My love for times as these
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I hear my troops cast care free shouts
As they begin to sprawl
Just then I�m struck behind the head
�Hey coach, throw me the ball!� 

A general (of a different type) prepares to do battle (of a different type) in the mist of this free form poem. As it turned out this whole poem was to draw readers in and mislead them. The trick was to find things soccer and an old fashion battle had in common. Now a soccer coach prepares for a battle (of a different type) and to rally in a laugh or two. 

The picture is of the soccer fields at the western end of Golden Gate Park. When I had an early game, it was great to get there before anyone else and watch the mist from the grass retreat. How did I become a soccer coach? When my son, Peter, was a young lad he took up soccer. The parents of the team were very unhappy with the coach. To keep the team together, Arlene and another mom volunteered to coach them. At the first practice Arlene and the other mom talked to parent while the kids just stood around. I decided to run the kids through some exorcises I remember from my junior high school days. After discussing the practice with Arlene, she asked if I would continue to work with the kids. I went to a friend and soccer coach to bring me up to date, as to being a soccer coach. Arlene's talking kept the parents around, so I got their help working withe kids. A surprising after effect was that the team's school grades got better. The parents credited the soccer program for that. I would coach for 13 years. I was big in two major concepts. Run laps, but do not make young minds think running laps is a punishment. Young boys and girls are physically equal.

The game of soccer has just one type of team. The game of life has many teams. We are all members of teams. Many teams; our family, our communities, our job, our county, the human race and the list goes on and on. Our position may seem different depending on the size of the team. For instance: We may be more valuable to our family than our city or town. But here's fact: We are still us. "I don't do much for my town." Oh ya? Think of all the little things we do. Where do we throw our trash? Where do we park our car? How many smiles did we give away today? Get the picture? In a sport, the camera is on the ball. There is a lot going on in the field. Now consider this: At the end one team wins. I and others like playing regardless of the score. As long as I play my best, I always win. We always win. That's how special we are. The game of life is on, so Enjoy.

Some serious battle music: James Horner "An Epitaph To War" 

What do Zorro and gun accidents have in common 

According to an August 8, 2016 report issued by the  NRA-ILA (National Rifle Association - Institute for Legislative Action) Since 1903, the earliest year of data available, the per capita rate of gun accident deaths has decreased 94 percent, from 3.1 to 0.18 deaths per 100,000 population. Over the last 20 years, annual numbers of gun accident deaths have decreased by more than half. Concurrently, Americans have acquired over 150 million new guns and today own approximately 350 million guns, an all-time high. Guns are involved in 0.4 percent of accidental deaths among the total population and 1.3 percent among children. Today, the odds are more than a million to one against a child in the U.S. dying in a gun accident.

What about before 1903? For this we turn to Zorro and the folks at Studio C. "Zorro's Misfire" 

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Finding good players is easy. 

Getting them to play as a team is another story. 

Casey Stengel

 

Is There Again to Worst Laugh 

His chilling secret 

Her chilling secret 

Is There Again (Martin verse) 

Is there again the meaning of my mood
And reason I am living is renewed
The source of all my dreams is beauty viewed
A moment set which nothing dare intrude
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Who knew the power hidden in those eyes
The endless fascination hearts devise
No meaning set aside to compromise
Just deep within where way of passion lies
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So quietly the night sets in the mood
And all the hopes which wishes can devise
For her all once was real can�t compromise
For seconds past surrender can�t intrude
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Was in that kiss she gently closed her eyes
And in that instant memories renewed
Tomorrows long forgotten nothing views
For silent is the stream where something lies
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So many tears yet not one to intrude
The hopelessness of this curse which I viewed
For through her blood my reason was renewed
Is there again the meaning of my mood

A romantic moment comes to  a chilling end in this Martin verse. I created Martin verse in 2011. It consists of two sets of four rhyming words. In the first stanza the first four words are introduced. The second set of word are introduced in the second stanza. The two sets of words are mixed up in the next two stanzas. In the fifth stanza the first set of words are brought back in reverse order, One extra note about the poem: Now that we know the dark ending, notice that the first stanza contains some warnings. 

It was Halloween. What was I going to be? A vampire, of course. Arlene had this real fixation for me dressing up like a vampire at any costume function. It was weird. The girl really was drawn to love stories, whether in books or in movies. But if she sees "vampire"... there is an exception. It was like her guilty secret. Arlene liked lingerie. Other than that we never dressed up for those moments of intimacy. But for any costume event, guess what I was going to be. A vampire. At first, it was the typical Bela Lugosi style: tuxedo and cape. Then she went for the gangster style of "The Lost Boys". The movie wouldn't come out for years. I and others didn't understand the gangster thing. Arlene's costume would never match mine. She would dress in an eastern outfit. Something that showed off her legs. I didn't get t hat either, but I loved those legs. Sooner or later, at the parties, out came the cameras. Between the dancing and the countless poses of a vampire taking this eastern beauty, I just gave into the moment. It was weird but fun.

Have you ever wanted to do something weird or strange? Sing in front of strangers in the street. Dress in formal wear to go grocery shopping. Act like your favorite actor or superhero, when no one is around. Believe it or not these things are actually good for us (as long as no one or nothing is hurt). It serves as a release. A release from stress, anger and many other things that are pent up inside. We must be careful how these strange and unusual behaviors effect our personalities except our strength and self assurance. Oh yes, stepping "outside" will improve our self confident. It could be as little as a chocolate chip cookie we hide away for our self or as big as parachuting from a plane, We are wonderful. And while we are exploring this truth, Enjoy.

Some music for that poem: Jorge M�ndez "Cold" 

Ever had that date who wasn't quite right 

Here are 10 things that will ruin a first date. (from Hearst Media)

1. You talk about your exes the whole time.

2. Your date spends the whole night on their phone.

3. They chew with their mouth open.

4. They're rude to the waiter/waitress.

5. Your date disappears halfway through the night. 

6. They change the game plan at the last minute. 

7. They invite you to a really nice restaurant and then ask you to pay for everything because they're broke.

8. A friend decides to tag along.

9. You get into a fight.

10. They show up an hour late. 

Here's  Anwar Jibawi most uncomfortable date. "Worst Laugh | Anwar Jibawi & Hannah Stocking"

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Reality is merely an illusion, 

albeit a very persistent one. 

Albert Einstein

 

Waves Of A Desert to Tiny Guns 

A man deals with inner reflections 

A detective team deals with a gang of gun runners 

Waves Of A Desert (poem) 

Waves of a desert
Calling me back
With name unfamiliar
I�m taken aback
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I walk down the streets
I served faithfully
Each hunger now fed
Long needs laid to bed
New lights up ahead
Why me
This moment
This dream
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Look all around
Capture the peace of it
Dance through the breath of it
Wander the length of it
A world well woven
By me
This moment
A dream
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Then wave upon wave
Memories returned
Challenging my eyes
Questioning the whys
Replacing truth with lies
Oh bed
Warm covers
Take me
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Cruel waves upon waves
Tearing the cloth of it
Stripping the mask of it
Denying the ways of it
Riddle�s Raging wrath
Of this
Waking up
To what
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As the madness fell
I wondered just who was I
But a small piece of sand
With little command
For ways still at hand
Nameless
Challenges
Beyond
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Song of a desert
Calling me back
To things long forgotten
Just for a time

A person deals with his feelings in a world changed midst this poem. This is two forms of poetry in one. As the poem goes on, a second voice, a rhyming voice, appears. Both voices are the one person. In the end, resolution. 

With one's partner gone the natural question is: Why am I still here? The future doesn't look as grand and endless as when we gazed into our lover's eyes. Sure, I had mountains of people looking after me. That's more than most people in my situation have. One thing that caught my ears was people saying, "We need you." Now, I realize this was a compliment. Back then, bad feelings sprouted up and roamed around within me. I took the compliment as a reason people were helping me. After all, Arlene and I accomplished so much. There is another issue. Arlene and I accomplished so much. Arlene is now gone. Can dreams be created without her? Why am I still here? Can life go on without her? Then there was the final statement. Life had given me so much. I needed to serve for all of the blessings that I enjoy(ed). (Not to get too religious; I feel it my duty to serve.) All these things (and more) were bouncing around inside of me. Then I began to see. To see the things Arlene and I created. Not only our children and our home, but our memories. Memories not only enjoyed by me, but memories other people are building on and enjoying. We did make a difference. Why was I still here? "We need you."

Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly, especially in today's world. Just as an example, let's take the race riot that occurred in Charlottesville. Virginia on August 12, 2017. First we have a number of racist groups, who I personally have problems with and cannot judge them fairly. Then we have an anti racist group. A fight breaks out. There comes this madman, who plows his car into the crowd, killing one young lady. To add to the confusion: the racist group had a permit, the anti racists did not. More: Charlottesville's mayor, Michael Signer, is being accused of holding back police presence. This is not a news article nor meant to be a commentary. It is meant to show how crazy and mixed up things are. To make matters more confusing, the "truth" of the "news" changes depending on our location and source. This is but one example. It happens all around us now-a-days. These are real facts. Imagine the things going on in our mid. Yet,,, We are still, and above all, heading toward the better day. Why? How? Information. It is out there. It is up to us to get it. And get it from more than one source. Many are already doing it. Many who are work on the better day. We are wonderful. As we clearly build with the truth let us Enjoy.

Here's someone who has little problems with the truth: Shaun Hopper "Singing Through The Storm" 

This gives new meaning to guns are a small problems 

According to Guinness World Records, the title of the smallest working revolver in the world goes to the Miniature Revolver C1ST, manufactured by SwissMiniGun. The tiny firearm measures just more than 2 inches and weighs less than 1 ounce. It fires bullets made by SwissMiniGun that are 2.34 mm caliber, rim fire cartridges and come as either blank rounds. 

To show these tiny guns in action here's the gang at Corridor Digital. "TINY GUNS" 

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Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity 

in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...

Life is strange and wondrous...

Virginia Alison

Moments' Kisses to Watching TV with your Parents

Lovers enjoying their life together 

A son enjoys TV with his mom 

Moments' Kisses (poem) 

Now only moments' kisses still remain
Where days adrift with dreaming had once danced
It seemed the world was laid out at our feet
And there was time enough to see it through
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The air was scented with enchantment�s strain
Beyond beyond the wonders which we chanced
And when we held existence was complete
We lived a love the hands of heaven drew
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Then came the dawn of sorrow�s bitter pain
When in our mirror stranger�s faces glanced
Within our souls was lie of our defeat
And from our eyes fell rain of lifetime�s dew
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Our hearts with kisses' moments now regain
For we were dreams which fantasies romanced
There for a time did pure perfection meet
And I was there to live it all with you


Lovers' lives are echoed in moments' kisses and this poem. With the first stanza we are led to believe this is a free form poem. Then we see that each line rhymes with the sane line of each stanza. This was done to hint how life is tied together.

It was the year 2000, Sure, there were still many magic moments ahead, but the time had come for Arlene and me to hand over the reigns of the parties to others. Normally, Arlene and I spend our time in the "now". The past few years were so unbelievable. They offered no time for reflection. Did they really happen at all?  We used to enjoy tender moments, at night, cuddling under a blanket sharing moments. Those moments became far and few. There were just too many dreams waiting to come alive. But now there was time to breath.  Time to take things a little more easy. (Even though we would reestablish San Francisco Chapter Order Of DeMolay during this time.) Time to take in all that we had done. There were the countless parties. Then came the parenting days and the disco era and all the places we took in. Then came those bitter times. Those days and nights it almost ended. It was hard to believe that was us. Beyond that was that couple in the "Palace in the Sky". Now here we are.

Just to provide something to think about. Normally I encourage everyone to live in the now. Arlene and I had this fun game. We would romantically cuddle in a blanket, at night, somewhere comfortable. There we would engage in a soft "remember when". In our mad days when we were in charge of entertainment, there was little time to enjoy what happened; except what worked and what didn't. Living in the now was taken to extremes. Most of us enjoy reading stories. I enjoy people telling me stories of their life. I have found the best story is ours. How many of us take pictures? Time frozen. The past. Memories. We can go to our favorite restaurant, where our memory tells us we had a good time and the food was good, or we can risk something new. That is live That is our life. And while we are trying to balance it out, Enjoy.

Here is a great song about life: Alan Jackson "Remember When" 

Living at home with the parents 

Today�s young adults are more likely to be at home for an extended stay compared with previous generations of young adults who resided with their parents, according to a Pew Research Center analysis of U.S. census data. As of 2016, 15% of 25- to 35-year-old Millennials were living in their parents� home. This is 5 percentage points higher than the share of Generation Xers who lived in their parents� home in 2000.This is not only true in America but other countries as well. 

Here to give us an insight into living with the parents in Ireland is Foil Arms and Hog, "Watching TV with your Parents - Foil Arms and Hog" 

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I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. 

And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.

Roman Payne

Echoes to Every Action Movie Ever 

The echoes of the past come back to haunt him 

The echoes of every action thriller come back to haunt us 

Echoes (transforming poem) 

Echoes from a silent past
Moments that weren�t meant to last
Times that happened by so fast
That my soul is now aghast
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So my life again recast
For the safety of contrast
Far from things I used to know
Where the past is not amassed
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Here I follow promised flow
Past the things I should have asked
Past unknowns that frighten so
To avoid being harassed
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Brand new me again I sew
All old past again I throw
My eyes closed to what I passed
Cut away those things in tow
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There I was this brand new show
With another summer�s glow
Followed by these clouds of woe
Echoes from so long ago

A man tries to put the past behind him unsuccessfully in this transforming poem. A transforming poem is a composition were a constant theme changes. In this case it is a rhyme. The rhyme sound "ast" transforms to"O". Notice that the echoes may have transformed but they haven't "changed".

Arlene passed on in 2002. As one would expect it all was unreal. Through the help of my family, friends and associates I  made it through the horror. To keep my mind occupied I busied myself with more service work. Into my life comes Jeff. Jeff was great. He drove me here and there. He helped when he could. A meal, a drink, companionship and such, Jeff was there. It turned out Jeff had gone through a painful divorce. I had just lost my wife and I seemed to be holding up well. Jeff hoped he could find my secret and that some of me could rub off on him. It took months for this to surface. There was an ulterior motive for Jeff's actions. I sensed one of the causes of his divorce. At the end of the day Arlene and I had a pretty good relationship. One who's joys can overcome any sorrow. Jeff. on the other hand had created a past who's echoes would come back to haunt him. 

As we get older in life, like me. so much disappears. There really were ice cream parlors where one could dance. There was a french bread that was only available in San Francisco. I know, because I enjoyed them. I enjoyed those school days. I enjoyed being 20 (both times). I enjoyed being a parent. Sure, I miss them and those times. But aside from looking ahead and enjoying the present, I have so many good memories it's hard to feel sad. Sure, I had my share of bad times, and when there is some extra time they may get a chance to pop their heads. Plus, I feel it would be disrespectful to the good times to be sad. Let us all live like that. Make good memories. Good moments. They will be a wall against sadness. Make the most of the people, things and places around us now. We never know when or if they'll be gone. Plus every positive memory is a strong, solid step for our future. We truly are wonderful. It all starts here. For a better tomorrow remember this: Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Seal "Kiss From a Rose" 

With that said let's go to the movies 

Action Films are a major genre type includes films that have tremendous impact, continuous high energy, lots of physical stunts and activity, possibly extended chase scenes, races, rescues, battles, martial arts, mountains and mountaineering, destructive disasters (floods, explosions, natural disasters, fires, etc.), fights, escapes, non-stop motion, spectacular rhythm and pacing and adventurous heroes. All designed for pure audience escapism with the action sequences at the core of the film. 

Here to give us some idea about action films (or just for laughs) are the folks of Smosh. "EVERY ACTION MOVIE EVER" 

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You can close your eyes to reality 

but not to memories. 

Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

 

Picture He Held to Ticketing A Cop 

A man is arrested by a picture 

A police arrest turns into a picture session 

Picture He Held (English sonnet) 

He turned to a picture he held too tight
Here was his meaning purpose for the day
All he had dreamed of wishes away
Here was his bride and source of delight
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She was the heartbeat which set him astray
She was the glow behind all hopeful light
Ponderous marvels could this one ignite
What took tomorrow and turned it to grey
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As proof of her love she�d do anything
Desires which he had were filled to the brim
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The whole world she�d change if smile it could bring
Yes even her self if times got too dim
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And here was the truth which brought on this sting
The picture he held had turned into him

A desire held too tight causes a picture to change. As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. The first part (the quatrains) describes his feelings for her. The second part (the couplets) discuses what she will do for him. 

Here was a scenario that was fairly common during my time. Jeff met this girl, Margaret. She was everything to him. He loved everything about her. She loved him too. Jeff and Margaret got married. They lived in paradise, for a while. The  rose colored glasses of love began to wear off. They began to argue. Margaret thought, to avoid arguments, give into Jeff. To make matters worse, Jeff made most of the important household decisions. He would even assume Margaret would like his vacation plans and other entertainment. Margaret loved Jeff very much and went along, without complaints. One day Jeff woke up and found the girl he loved was gone. In her place was a reflection of himself.

Sound familiar? Believe it or not, to some extent, it happens to each of us throughout life. Ever stand in line? Were did we learn that? Sometimes we have to act a certain way for a job. Do we ever find our self changing to meet a surrounding  or circumstance? Are these people still us? Some people find it easy (have no problem) changing as the circumstances calls. Others can't or will not. But even them... Let's face it. We are not the same person we were. Things effect us. Still, we are individuals. A gift to the world. A special unique gem, that will only be here once. It all starts here. Hence, how important it is to know and accept our self. What is even more fascinating is that the more we know our self, the more we understand others. Our self confidence inspires others. Proof that we are all connected. We are connected to everything. But right now let us focus on here. Let us focus and Enjoy.

Now for our listen enjoyment, classics with a twist: Albinoni :Adagio" 

Met your doppelganger yet 

Adelaide�s School of Medicine collected data on 8 facial measurements for 4,000 people. They didn�t find one match. According to this study published in the Forensic Science International, the chances of two people with eight of the exact same facial features meeting was less than one in a trillion. However, the study measured the exact distance between these facial features, not �descriptive� traits like a flat nose. This simply means while it�s almost impossible to find someone who looks exactly like you, there�s a higher chance of finding two people who look eerily similar at first glance. 

Talk about eerie, watch what happens when a cop pulls over a victim. "Tricking a Cop | Rudy Mancuso" 

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If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. 

It believes exactly what you tell it�through the words 

you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care 

for yourself, and the choices you make to express yourself. 

Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came 

here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be 

accommodated.

Victoria Moran

He Waits His Moonbeam to Fist Full Of Fire 

He waits for fire to take his night 

He dances with fire through his night 

He Waits His Moonbeam (Italian sonnet) 

He waits his moonbeam in the quiet sky
There sitting in the fields of memory
One wonders at the marvel his eyes see
Beside the edge of all this by and by
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So gently gazing off to distant tides
A carefree hush does kiss this tranquil scene
There at the streams of dreams as yet unseen
He waits his moment time has brushed to sides
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What is the season blooming in his heart
Which sets him drifting very far away
He waits for something mid his passing day
He waits for something once again to start
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Then in the darkness of his endless night
He spread his wings of passion and desire
And sets the moonbeam of his dreams on fire
And dawn will find there�s nothing left in sight 

A lover waiting his desire in the magic of the night is explored though this Italian sonnet. This sonnet uses a subtle tool to drive home the ending. "He waits..." The sonnet starts with these words. The second quatrain ends with these words. These words are echoed in the third quatrain. When sonnet ends there is nothing left in sight, the mood is amplified by removing these words. 

This poem was inspired by one night long ago. One of San Francisco's hidden secrets is Mountain Lake. It is a very nice and scenic stroll during the day. But in late summer through autumn the lake becomes a magical light show of the stars and the moon. Arlene and I enjoyed moonlight picnics, Mountain Lake was just one of the scenes for these moonlight picnics. One night there was this well dressed guy sitting on a nearby bench. Though he was staring in our direction, he wasn't look at us. Nor was he enjoying the show the lake was putting on. He was lost in an enchantment somewhere else. Arlene noticed the flowers by his side. This deserved a toast of champagne and a kiss. When we again looked at the bench, he was gone. In the shadows there walked a couple. When Arlene and I were finished we passed the bench. There was a single rose.

A gift of one rose turned a special moment to even more. Who knows why he did it. It was not charity. It was adding something extra to a couple's evening. I have done things like this myself: Given freely to strangers, without the expectation of any return. (These were not charities or people asking for anything.) This practice of giving to strangers is quite trendy at certain Starbucks. That smile (seen or unseen) on a a stranger's face, that we created, feels good. This act of giving does not have to involve money. It could be opening a door, offering a seat, a helping hand, pointing out something requiring attention, a random act of kindness and things like that. It could be as simple as a smile or, "Nice day." It feels good. And guess what. It's contagious. Oh yes, there are "party poopers" who spoil things. But waves of goodness will wash them away. Imagine that day, when people help each other as a natural order. It all starts here. It starts with me (and you too). Me becomes we and bigger and bigger. And it feels good. As we join to make a better world there is only one thing left for us to do: Enjoy.

What do you think Sade: Sade "Kiss of Life" 

 On fire yet

Luis Wachong is a Manager/Performer, He lives in Tamarindo, Costa Rica. Luis is a graduate of Wesleyan University, Middletown, Connecticut. He is a specialist in: Thai staff, double Thai staff, multi-staff contact (5 staff), dragon staff, fire palms, double staff fishtails with fire palms and fire headcrest, double staff tech.Curiuosity aroused?
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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be 

seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.

Anne Sullivan

Jasmine's Flower to Asian Bachelorette 

A lover is overwhelmed by a flower 

A flower is overwhelmed by lovers 

Jasmine�s Flower (English sonnet) 

Just like some special moment set aside
A while which only kisses can perceive
Soft memories of once were make-believe
My little flower upon your scent I glide
I float with vales of stardust in my eye
Not sparing daring dreams which linger near
Entwining arms of Joy which I held dear
Soft sighs as life so gently floats on by
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Forever I am captured in your scent
Like lovers yearning for another kiss
Or friends brought back together by a song
With you the air of youth is never spent
Enticing hearts who wish to enter bliss
Recalled by jasmine�s flower I so long

A lover is overwhelmed by a flower or two in this English sonnet. As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. The first half describes a feeling created by a flower. The second half has the flower being addressed directly. This sonnet is also an acrostic poem. Yes. the Jasmine, in this sonnet, is both a plant and a lady. 

Arlene had this great receptionist job. I had just joined the Masons. Arlene's boss was a Mason. He wanted to congratulate and welcome me into the fraternity, as well as rewarding Arlene for all her good work, by joining him and his wife at his house. The plan was that Arlene and I were to stay at his place and on the following day go out on his yacht (he was wealthy). We drove up on Friday. It wasn't a house. It was a estate. After a very enjoyable evening, Arlene and I were taken to a guest bedroom. The next day was very hot. Perfect for yachting. It was about 10:00 before we saw our host. The smell of jasmine was heavy in the air. So the extra hours was a gift to Arlene and me. Our host apologized for staying in bed so log. Over breakfast, I told him it was okay. It gave me a chance to enjoy the scent of jasmine in the air. It turned out he likes jasmine too. He told me we can go yachting anytime. If I really wanted to see something, follow him.We took a seat on his patio. There we were, two teenage men in their 40's ogling two beauties. who were our wives. It was amazing, our seats on that patio allowed us a wonderful view of his wife as she was showing Arlene around. The ladies knew we were watching them and flirted with us. When the ladies finally came to sit on our laps, our host said, " Do you want to see something?' He made a phone call. Over time, people started to arrive. All of a sudden, magically, it was a party under the intoxicating air of jasmine. It was an unbelievable afternoon and evening: the people, the music, the food, Arlene, the jasmine... The following day the weather was cooler. On the promised yacht cruise I remember thinking, "We can go yachting anytime."

It's nice to be rich. What about Arlene and me? We were party to it all. How many of us couldn't call to meet a friend or two? (Relating to the story.) "Money can't buy everything." We've all heard that one. But it sure can lift the burden of the things we can't do from our minds. To be honest, I am not rich, but I have had Chevron and the Masons pay to make my ideas reality. I've seen what money can do. I've also seen what people can do. Ordinary people, like me. Let's put the tales aside. Maybe money can buy anything. What is an "ordinary" person? Someone who can potentially achieve anything? What else were we told? The truth is: It all starts here. What we believe. We are truly wonders, who can enrich the worlds around us. And while we do, Enjoy.

How about a song: Mystic Diversions "A scent of Jasmine" 

Now for a new episode of The Bachelorette 

The Bachelorette is a reality television dating game show, owned by Warner Horizon Television, that debuted on ABC on January 8, 2003. The show is a spin-off of The Bachelor aired on the same network. The show offers the opportunity for a lady to choose a husband among eligible bachelors. Wong Fu Productions noticed that there too many eligible Asian bachelors. 

To correct this, here is Wong Fu Productions' episode of The Bachelorette. "Asian Bachelorette" 

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From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid 

jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, 

but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out 

to every breeze that roams about. 

Thomas Moore

 

A Tale A Dream to Continental Breakfast 

A dreamer feasts on beauty 

A traveler feasts on breakfast 

A Tale A Dream (round) 

Here was the marvel he was searching for
A flower which had bloomed on dreamers� shore
And by her all he hoped for would he bare
For visions of this moment offered more
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The flower sang of beauty oh so rare
A glow beyond all other�s scented flare
A proof that wonders happen was her sight
If ever there was heaven it was there
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He rushed upon the source of his delight
From heart and soul came yearning hold this tight
To shape and form a timeless memory
And kisses past forever to ignite
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Was in this endless ever�s fantasy
A tale a dream of lovers came to be
A summer�s blanket from the winter�s cold
A season for just one more kiss to free
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For when he found her flower had grown old
A truth from youth his desires would remold
For what once was was destined to restore
For lovers of the moonlight to behold 

A dreamer is lost in forever in this round. A round is a poem where one thing leads to the next. The ending leads back to the beginning. In this round the third line of each stanza forms the rhymes of the next stanza. The third line of the last stanza leads back to the first stanza. If the last stanza seems a little unclear, it is because "He" is being transported back to the beginning. 

Arlene and I started as a team on the dance floors of the disco days. Before then, we were just crazy young lovers. Then came the dark times of bitter arguments. From there, we escaped into that large flat just as the disco era was blooming. Looking back, it was strange that years before Arlene had invested so much time in turning me into a dancer. It was as if she could sense that a time meant for us was coming. When we grew, it was more than dancing. I was drawn toward music. photography, creating. Arlene got into organization, communication, motivation and things like that.  Still we stayed strong and together. To us life was a dance. Just like on the dance floor, we could joined our differences to create more. Disco died just in time for us to become parents. As parents,we continued to grow, but more for the sake of the family. We still loved each other a lot, but it was different. Arlene and I wouldn't notice this difference until our parenting days had come to an end. Arlene and I looked at one another. Where had they gone? It was like: all of a sudden we were old. We were put in charge of parties for the masonic organization. The dances we threw brought back a couple we hadn't seen for almost 20 years. We were back. I guess the dance is like that.

As nature's creatures we follow a general order of things. We are born. We grow and learn. We seek out a mate. We have and raise children. And then what? For some of us the "general order of things" is pushed right to "And then what". The "And then what" phase can be a little confusing. Remember this, religion or no, we are only here once. Life,short or long, isn't over yet. There is still an endless possibility of things waiting for us. Haven't met a mate? Hang out with or make some friends. Want kids but no kids yet? Volunteer. Finished with the "natural order"? What do we want to do? What do you want to do? This should be the first and foremost thing that drives us. Sure, there are things out of our reach, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't try. (Or make some modifications.) Plus there is so much more waiting. The new natural order for us is: we are born,we learn and pass on. In between Be... Do. Hear that clock ticking? It's saying Enjoy.

Which leads us back to the round: Michael Cretu "Moonlight Flower" 

After all that, Are we hungry 

The term "continental breakfast" is of British origin. "The continent" in Britain refers to the countries of continental Europe. A "continental breakfast" thus denotes the type of lighter meal served in continental Europe, as opposed to the "full" English breakfast. Many inns, motels and hotels now offer free continental breakfasts. 

Jordan Peele, of Key and Peele, stumbled into one of these hotels. "Key & Peele - Continental Breakfast" 

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Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of 

opportunity and strength. 

Betty Friedan

The Closet to First Contact 

How the world changed when he met that someone special 

How he must change to meet that someone special 

The Closet (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I weave for you a story of a boy
Whose loneliness would cause your heart to bend
Till then he never knew the taste of Joy
Till shadow in his closet turned to friend
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They talked of all the wonders of the sun
And how it felt to join the birds and fly
Behind closed doors such magic could be spun
Enough to let his miseries drift by
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Then came that day when boy was heading home
He met a girl who asked him for his name
From there they talked and let thoughts freely roam
Somehow their worlds would never be the same
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When to his closet with such news to share
He realized his friend no longer there 

A friend disappears when a ray of light enters a boy's life through this Shakespearean sonnet. Although this may be interpreted as a classic love sonnet, it is meant to be a story sonnet. What is interesting is the "the conflict stanza" (the third quatrain). Although it promises a bright new life. it also brings a death. 

Here's a strange one. A tale Arlene shared with me, that her friend shared with her. Arlene would hang out with a friend from school, Alana. Alana and her brother were well off. Their family was wealthy. Even so. Alana and her brother both had jobs. One day Alana calls Arlene to tell her Allie (what she called her brother) was fired from his job. In all our years, Arlene and I may have bumped into Allie, but we never really knew him. Things got worse as Allie only left his house for necessities, like food and such. Though time, he stopped answering Alana's phone calls. His shopping schedule made it really hard to catch hum on the street. Alana was persistent and caught him once. Allie was polite but very short. He insisted someone was waiting for him. Allie's behavior became so disturbing his whole family became concerned. They were about to take some radical action, when all of the sudden Allie meets a girl. The two hit it off. A new and improved Allie emerges. No one pursued what had happen to him. Everyone was just happy to have him back. I met Allen (Allie's real name) and his fiancee, Rachel, at a dinner party held by Alana.

Who really understands how the brain works? We know so much and are making unbelievable strides. Yet, there is so much left to learn. To throw one (or more) wrench into the works, there is change multiplied by we are all different. Yet, for each  one of us, it all starts here. What we like. What we feel. What we experience. And on and on. With all our brain does, it s a marvel that more doesn't go wrong. But think about it. One of reasons we humans are still around is because it works; and works well. It is evolved to work well and improve. Yet every once in a while something goes wrong: depression, overactive imagination, underdeveloped cells. brilliance, just to name a few abnormalities. Sometimes a person is born with brain abnormalities. Sometimes they develop. Sometimes the brain can correct itself. Sometimes it can't. Let us keep in mind these are exemption or the natural effects of aging. Our brain is a wonder.We are a wonder. Armed with this marvel let us Enjoy.

Let's enjoy secrets of another kind:  Ryan Tedder (OneRepublic) "Secrets" 

The  dating scene - Step one 

 Men, maintain good body language.  When a man first approaches a woman, she will base 7% of her initial impression on what he says, 38% on his style of speaking and 55% on his appearance and body language. Here to show what we are talking about is TomSka, or Thomas Ridgewell.
Tom may have issues of his own. "First Contact (feat. Daniel Howell)"

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A great wind is blowing, and that gives you 

either imagination or a headache. 

Catherine the Great