The Passage to Life's Big Milestones 

Two lovers at the passage of love's milestone 

A daughter takes her sister through the passages of life's milestones 

The Passage (English sonnet) 

Come sit with me and rest your head awhile
The sun and moon have problems of their own
Let�s treasure precious moments we�re alone
To find the sweetness blooming in a smile
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It�s for this instance seeds of love were sown
The world has other stories to compile
While we eternity learn to beguile
In hidden traces words have never known
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Let�s put their fabled tales of woe aside
We paid our way to live another day
So haven�t we the right to close a door
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So rest with me let others� cares subside
Our sails await to sweep us two away
For lovers� realm is waiting to explore 

Two lovers enjoy their passage into paradise in this English sonnet. A basic love sonnet, As all sonnets of this type, this one is divided int two parts. The quatrains are an invitation. The triplets are a coarse of action.

Arlene and I enjoyed this romantic prelude countless times. But none like this Thursday before a three day weekend. Arlene and I prepared a special place on the floor for our elegant get away: a thick comfortable faux fur blanket, pillows, a snuggle blanket, two glasses of Amaretto and the scent of jasmine. We floated on some nice music someone was playing outside. As we were starting to kiss, I whispered a surprise to Arlene. I had reserved a houseboat for the weekend. (It was a dream of Arlene's.) All of the sudden, Arlene rushes off to the bedroom. She proceeds to put on a fashion show for me. Being on the floor. I had an unbelievable of Arlene's legs, which were perfect. These were the outfits she had bought for the weekend. I don't know if it was the legs, the kisses or the beauty of Arlene's happiness, but it took some time (like the next day) to dawn on me: How did Arlene find out. A lovers' realm.

What constitutes magic? Just the question may be a conflict of ideas. First off, "magic" may not be the right word. Neither would "Wonder" or "Marvel" or any word. What am I referring to? Recall when we experienced something, we were taken in by something? The "whatever" occurred before we tied to define it, tried to explain it. When Arlene put on her fashion show. I could have thought of a lot of things. Instead, I enjoyed the experience. Our brain is amazing. When we see a tree, our brain is busy processing: its colors, its shapes, memories associated with trees, feelings, words and on and on. So much goes on in there that some of it escapes us. No matter how good we are, we cannot take in all the brain is processing. The "magic" is when we let ourselves go and take in an experience. When we lose ourselves in something. When it and/or the experience becomes much more. When we don't stick words on it or try to define it. When we simply accept the moment. This is "magic". And as we practice to let go to the wonder of it all, it gets better.  Let's not just live, let's Enjoy.

Back to the sonnet: Labrinth "Beneath Your Beautiful" ft. Emeli Sand� 

Where does it all start 

According to Stanford Children's Health a child's development is generally the greatest between the ages of 2 to 5. During these years, children change from clumsy toddlers into lively explorers of their world. Watch as Ellia, of  Story of This Life, takes her younger sister through some of this young age's milestones. 

Take it away Ellia. "Life's Big Milestones" 

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The more I wonder, the more I love.

Alice Walker

Oh Wind to Fidget Spinners In The Workplace 

A lover uses a wind to focus his heart oh paradise 

Office workers use gadgets to help them focus 

Oh Wind (lyrical poem) 

Oh wind who passed through my heart
And took it far away
To realms where lovers� dreams start
And kisses softly play
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I close my eyes and think of you
A dream I had that did come true
Now everyday brings something new
A purpose I can hold on to
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What destiny has brought to me
From far across a lovers� sea
Where there was once this fantasy
A wind that�s come to set me free
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Oh wind who passed through my heart
And taught it how to sway
To all that love can impart
And words oft cannot say
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Now all my world it whispers you
And you are everything I see
My dream of how all ought to be
And each new dawn has you in view
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What memories you gave to me
Of sparkling stars and silver dew
And lovers� eyes to see them through
A wind to fan this world of we
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Oh wind who passed through my heart
And here forever stay
Tell loneliness to depart
For love lives here today

A wind gentle sings a lover through the fantasy of this lyrical poem. This lyrical poem, or song verse, follows the following form: C/V/V/C/V/V/C (C-chorus, V-verse). The meter is kept tight as to easily fit into a song. Note that the second set of verses mixes the rhymes of the first set of verses. 

There was a time of the cheap movie. These were movies that Hollywood would spew out and no one could remember the actors or the tittles. Movies, back then, were generally $3.00 admission to get in. No one really went to see these movies. No one but us teenagers. These movies were great for making out. Arlene and I would frequent these movies. Our favorite theater was just above the Sutro Baths ruins, here in San Francisco. It was called Lookout Point. We sat in the comfort of our car. Snuggling blanket was optional. The movies were The Sunset, The Fog Rolling In or The Stars. The soundtrack was tape (a way of storing music before CDs) created by DJ Arlene. Whether it was Lookout Point or one of the other theaters, candy was a must. It made kisses more playful and much sweeter. Those were the times when time stood still. Then movies got better and more and more people actually wanted to view a San Francisco sunset. Lookout Point became a busy parking lot. But in my heart, there is a time.

All around us are amazing things. Whether it is a bad movie or a dusty place to park your car. Even though my kitchens had dish washers, I preferred to do dishes by hand. Now I have pleasant memories of the family doing the dishes. Okay, making out and singing with one's kids while doing some housework may not be exactly alike. Or is it? The main point is: We all have it in our power, our imaginations to make things better. Another example" My dentist was always curious why I was always happy to see him. It was because his office was by a great Mexican restaurant and soon I would be eating real well. So it can be with all things. Arlene passed on. But we had an extraordinary life together. The theory is: There is good and bad in everything. It is up to us which way we choose. (I am not that good. I can only see the bad and good in most things.) All around us are amazing things. It all starts here, The most amazing thing of all. Here is where the better world has its start. And as we create it Enjoy.

What else does the wind hold for us: Era "Wind Love" 

What trend will follow the fidget spinners 

Catherine Hettinger, a chemical engineer by training, was initially credited by some news stories to have been the inventor of the fidget spinner, including by media outlets such as The Guardian, The New York Times and the New York Post. After the fidget spinner, what next? The folks at XVP Comedy have some ideas. 

The next step from fidget spinners. "Fidget Spinners In The Workplace" 

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The world is what you make of it 

E.L. Mendell

Tell Me Why to Sherlock Holmes 

One man searches a mystery 

One man defines a mystery 

Tell Me Why (poem)

Hers was the smile the essences of day
If there was a care it drifted away
There wasn�t a calm her wink couldn�t slay
Why tell me why did she come my way
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Lost in her eyes some soft mystery
Like stars in a heaven talking to me
Of dream come alive from some fantasy
Why tell me why then didn�t I flee
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She talks to me of realms in the sky
Where she made a space for just her and I
Here we could escape as worlds pass us by
Why tell me why did I sit and sigh
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She took me through thoughts I didn�t know
Where whispers and kisses would guide the flow
My heart now answered wherever she�d go
Why tell me why did my love then grow
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Then came the words of yes I love you
But how could this be with someone so new
Then time seemed to freeze for dream to come true
Why tell me why won�t time beat anew 

A lover, lost in wonder, searches for reasons make a poem. At first this looks like a simple love poem. Then we notice the ending of each stanza is quite similar. There is one more mystery. Clue: "Why" or "Y". The rhyme pattern, as the poem goes on,  matches the vowels: A E I O U and sometimes "Why".

One of my female friends was a model, singer and dancer named Val. She gave me an insight into the nature of beauty. There is a subtlety to beauty that goes beyond good looks, Armed with this knowledge makes a model so much more. Arlene was naturally beautiful (with great legs). She didn't need any makeup to look good. Not even lipstick. Many were the times this love sick puppy would lose himself in her beauty. I would stare at her (timelessly). I would take her in. I can't tell how many movie scenes. how many play parts, how much scenery and so much more went by as I was lost in Arlene. As time and years went by, I never grew tired of taking her in, Arlene's beauty was always fresh. She just enjoyed and took in my antics, Sometimes she would stare back. Sometimes she played along with, played into my fascination, my fantasy, my"whatever it was". Arlene used to hang out with Val.

There are two types of beauty: The beauty we are sold and natural beauty. Much of what people "know", think and/or accept as beautiful is the media trying to sell us something;  Our culture telling us this is true beauty; This is what we should aim for. It all enters into our existence from our earliest age. There are many reasons for all of this (sales, control, uniformity, beliefs, et cetera). For those of us who don't fit in the mold, we experience the issues. There is another beauty. It goes beyond what we can see or feel (though it does take in all of our senses). We all know it. We have all experienced it. It starts here. Here with us. That person in the mirror, that's where natural beauty starts. This is not to make us feel good about ourselves. It's just the way it is. Natural beauty is an individual experience. Some people like roses. Some people prefer jasmine. Some people don't like flowers at all. What is "ugly" to some is "beautiful" to others. If the sunset (or anything) is beautiful to us it is because something about us creates; relates, is turned on about it. Natural beauty is the key to life. There is beauty in beauty. Now, we can accept the beauty that is sold to us or we can revel in the beauty that springs from us, but the most important beauty is that we Enjoy.

Let's get some other input: Savage Garden "Truly Madly Deeply" 

Sherlock Holmes was brilliant - But what if 

Sherlock Holmes is a fictional private detective created by British author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes is known for his proficiency with observation, forensic science, and logical reasoning that borders on the fantastic, which he employs when investigating cases for a wide variety of clients, including Scotland Yard. Pete Holmes, of The Pete Holmes Show, has a somewhat different view. 

Sit back and become confused. "Sherlock Holmes Sucks at Deduction" 

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Do not dissect a rainbow. In other words, 

do not destroy a beautiful phenomenon 

by overanalyzing it. 

Denise LaFrance

A Lesser Dream to If Cats Ruled The World 

First we have a dream without one special person 

Then we have a world soon to be ruled by no persons 

A Lesser Dream (English sonnet) 

What would the world be like without your smile
Would flowers have a single word to say
And could a dream still linger for awhile
And music who�d bring music to the day
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Imagine well we couldn�t you�re not there
Would flowers know that something was amiss
And could a dream be caught so unaware
And music who�d share music with a kiss
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And reason wanders though an endless night
Without the soft touch of your fantasy
To help me bear another day for now
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Would flowers drift onto another light
And should a dream exist less happily
And music who�d sing music who�d know how 

A lover explores a world with something missing in this English sonnet. This whole sonnet is different. The normal English sonnet of this type follows this form: A/B/B/A /B/A/A/B C/D/E C/D/E. This one floats though this form: A/B/A/B C/D/C/D E/F/G E/F/G. Note that all but the third stanza contain flowers, dream and music. In fact their structures are quite similar. In the third stanza,our hero wanders one step further. Yes, the words "flowers", "dream" and "music" have more than one meaning. 

As far as love affairs go, no book, movie or story could compare to Arlene and me. An unbelievable tale unfolded at Meadowood. Meadowood is a romantic resort in the Napa Valley, just outside the town of St. Helena. Arlene had won a weekend stay at the resort in a contest at her work. It is absolutely perfect if one likes the seclusion of the forest but likes to be spoiled by a large swimming pool, a 9 hole golf course. tennis courts, 2 restaurants and luxurious rooms. Meadowood has all these and more. All imaginatively designed into the woods so not to interfere with "secluded in the forest" ambiance. For some reason the resort was massively under-booked, so Arlene and I were upgraded. Our suite had a large bath which doubled as Jacuzzi and a large secluded balcony looking into the forest and the star filled sky. The next morning , Arlene and I were very hungry, For some reason we forgot to eat. At breakfast everyone at the restaurant was invited to a big wedding happening later that afternoon. This Arlene had to see and we weren't sorry. The bride was gorgeous. The entire event was massive and magical. The couple's wedding was almost like a production we were all part of. The pair's family fed us all, to the music of a live band. It was an unbelievable party. It went on long after we waved farewell to the bride and groom. So it was that two lovers danced among the trees under the stars.

It is a wonder-filled world we live in. Amazing things are all around us. All we have to do is take it in. A tree, a leaf, a bird, a song, a person's warm smile, so much that we often take for granted. Take the street we walk down everyday. How many things are there that we never noticed before, Throw in to seasoning of our memories, All the things that happened to us on those streets. Those streets. Believe it or not our neighbors (different people) see those same streets somewhat differently. Here's one more wonder, Sometimes those streets need us to make them complete. Example: A loved one looks out the window and sees an empty street. All of the sudden the street is transformed because we are there. We become a part of the wonder of "it all". That is where we walked. That is the bird's song. That is where the flower will grow. It is a wonder-filled world we are a part of. We are a part of it. Take it in. Appreciate it; and Enjoy.

Let's bring an answer to the sonnet: De Soleil "Dust"  

A new order is coming 

A cat's brain is more complex than a dog's. According to Psychology Today, "the brains of cats have an amazing surface folding and a structure that is about 90 percent similar to ours." The cerebral cortex�the part of the brain that's responsible for cognitive information processing�is more complex in cats than in dogs, and cats have some 300 million neurons, as compared to 160 million in dogs. Some research does suggest that dogs are slightly smarter than cats, but cat's brains are more complex. 

This may be the theory behind Aaron Benitez, of AaronsAnimals, video. "If Cats Ruled the World" 

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If there's any kind of magic in this world, 

it must be in the attempt of understanding 

someone, sharing something. I know, 

it's almost impossible to succeed, 

but... who cares, really? 

The answer must be in the attempt.

Before Sunrise

Reflection to Tactalisthenics 

A man reflects on mistake he wasn't prepared for

A teacher offer a exorcise that we might be prepared 

Reflection (poem) 

There�s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
I blame it on a brash blind youth
Who hadn�t learned to see the truth
I wish that he were me today
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And oh the things that he would say
Of all he did that caused dismay
If he had taken time to see
That one day he would become me
Whose dreams are now called yesterday
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There isn�t much for him to say
When all is now in clear display
Such memories of days gone by
He doesn�t see why I should cry
Could I be he for just one day
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Now there we were what could we say
Was this a dream that went astray
This once was me now standing there
So unlike me without a care
This promise that was yesterday
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There�s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
Now he is I and I am him
Reflections of a passing whim
A memory that was today

A man sadly reflects on the actions of a youth that brought him to today's poem. Five lines of five stanzas written in iambic pentameter compose this poem. Note that an original (changing) rhyme is trapped between a series of very similar rhymes. 

I was lucky to learn when I was young how some mistakes and missed opportunities could have lasting consequences. In my life, I have listened to the stories of people whose lives were ever changed for the worse by the actions of a younger them. (There were success stories too.) One of these fellows is my own brother. He was dating a girl when he graduated from high school. He didn't want to go to college, so she encouraged him to go to trade school. A plan that he kept putting off. Of all my brothers and sisters, he stayed with our mom the longest. Of all of us brothers, he is the best looking. So good looking that though he openly cheated on his girlfriend, she stayed with him. Her reasoning, "He'll be back with me." His reasoning. "We're not going steady or anything." Well in time a more serious suitor came her way and took her away. Eventually, my brother got tired of the "hot guy" scene and wanted to settle down. Guess who he wanted to settle down with? She turned out to be a good wife and partner to someone else and mother to that happy family. To make matters worse, he found out school and learning becomes harder as we get older, Not only that, he was years behind. There was a certain young man, he wishes he could shake and wake up (and see himself now).

For better or worse here we are today. We may have made some mistakes that we are still paying for. What can we do, after the fact? We can learn. Believe it or not our past mistakes make us stronger. (Not that we want to live our lives continuously making mistakes.) By accepting, understanding and working through our mistakes we have the opportunity of being a better person. We should not throw our hands up in the air because of something that happened in the past. We should and must maintain that "can do" attitude; That belief in ourselves. Do not allow the now to be one more thing that we regret in our future. We are products of our past. We are products of all we experienced, of all we were a part of, of all we took in, of all we accomplished.  This is a wonder-filled world. This is a wonder-filled life. With our past claim our part in it. There will come a time when we look back at the marvel that was us. Until that time and for that time Enjoy.

Is this a fitting song: Roy Clark "Yesterday" 

Now let's prepare for the future 

The firearm was invented in Sweden during the 5th century for usage as a signaling and celebration device and remained so for hundreds of years. After the Chinese invented black powder during the 9th century. Firearms have become so much a part of our lives Master Ken, of Ameri-Do-Te (and EnterTheDojoShow), has created a martial arts exorcise using fire arms to better prepare us. 

So without further ado, here's Master Ken. "TACTICALISTHENICS!" 

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We are products of our past, 

but we don't have to be prisoners of it. 

Rick Warren

The Wish to Gizmoduck 

A wish gone wrong 

Wrongs made right 

The Wish (Martin verse) 

Here was a wish she made one night
This boy to love and hold her tight
To be her hope and guiding light
To be the reason all is right
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Who knew that wishes do come true
And with a tear he loved her too
Into her arms this boy now flew
Yet without wish what would he do
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In love they passed both day and night
Then in a time got married too
Her heart relaxed as moments flew
And something here just wasn�t right
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Now though he stayed forever true
Other�s arms would hold her tight
And for his love he�d leave on light
Till she felt shame what did I do
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She tried so hard to make wrongs right
What could she do to free her light
And as she died he held her tight
Here was a wish she made one night 

A wish come true becomes a person's regret is echoed in thus Martin verse. Martin verse uses five stanzas of four lines each. Though a meter is desirable, it is not essential. Once the eight words are selected they should not be changed.  The first two stanzas introduce the eight words. The third and fourth stanzas mix the words of the first two stanzas. The fifth stanza uses the words of the first stanza, in reverse order. 

The Form:        

A1, A2, A3, A4

B1, B2, B3, B4

A1, B2, B3, A4

B1, A2, A3, B4

A4, A3, A2, A1

Martin verse has no copy right nor is the form proprietary. It is hoped that everyone will enjoy, use and share this new, fun and surprisingly easy poetic form.

There was this girl. She really desired this boy. He was all she could think about. Every dream, every being of her existence was him. Her wish was answered when he fell in love with her. They had a storybook romance. A romance better than she had dreamed, They married. Things changed. Though he was a remarkable husband, her feelings for him began to change. She thought having children, for some reason, would keep them strong, keep them together. The couple had two children: a boy and a girl. The children helped; a little bit. Though her magic feelings never returned, they seemed stabilized; for a while. As the children grew older, what little love she had began to deteriorate. She entered into an affair with another man. Her husband loved her so much that he couldn't see the truth. Her daughter could, though. It was for the daughter the mother broke off the affair. Now, not only was the love for the boy of her dreams completely gone, but the shame of what she had done to a man who remained faithful was eating at her. Eating at her so badly that she died. Arlene and I heard this story from the wife of Arlene's cousin. It was her mother. 

On the subject of wishes, I can't fully put them aside. There was the whole fairy tale of how I, all of the sudden, fell in love with Arlene, When I was touched by a magic tear. Then there was a girl's wish, in the story I just related, Add to these, all the wonderful, magical things that happened to Arlene and me. Chevron, in their Positive Training, had another theory. Instead of wishes, Chevron pointed to desire. If a person's desires are strong enough and focused enough the chances of desires being realized increases. This has to do with the internal as well as the external. If a person believes they are in "the dark" and only bad things happen to them, then (because of their belief) they are and they do. Many desires are watered down, We want this and that. We make negative affirmations. I need money. In need to lose weight. Meaning I am broke or I am fat. Surprisingly casting off negative desires in favor of positive ones improves situations. Wishes as desires can come true. We may not climb to the top of our dreams come true, but oh the wonders we will reach as we try. And try we can. Led on by our desire(s).  And as we are led on, let us Enjoy.

Back to the verse: Bliss "Wish You Were Here" 

Sometimes wishes need a little realignment 

The urban dictionary has a gizmo as any advanced technological device, usually pointless and/or confusing gadget, widget, whatchumacallit, etc. Corridor Digital unleashes a new superhero on the world. His name is Gizmoduck His power is all of the gizmos he is armed with. 

Gizmoduck only has one weakness. "GIZMODUCK The Movie" 

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We all have our own life to pursue, our own 

kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have 

the power to make wishes come true, as long 

as we keep believing.

Louisa May Alcott

The Tree In Love to Life Of A Dollar 

There was a tree 

There was a dollar bill 

The Tree In Love (Shakespearean sonnet) 

There was a tree that grew beside the spring
And life was rich the flowers in full bloom
When all at once its heart began to sing
For it had caught first whiff of love�s perfume
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It couldn�t see but knew that it was there
And flowers seemed so different that day
When tree would spread its secrets with the air
Which sang much more than any words could say
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The air and wind would shake their friend the tree
If nothing else to let it know they�re close
For tree grew in a new reality
Their tree had entered into love�s sweet throws
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Ah tree stand proudly with your stars of night
And may they always fill you with delight 

A tree becomes much more in the land of this Shakespearean sonnet. We begin with a tree. There are many types of flowers in the world. The season arrived when the flowers were in bloom. The tree caught scent of this bloom and became transformed into much more. As the sonnet goes on the tree and the flower become one. The final dedication is to something more. 

Stow Lake is in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park were visitors can take a paddle boat ride around the center island. In the golden days there were also rowboats and canoes. On the eastern bank, just off the path, is a weeping willow. It is Arlene's and my special tree. We discovered it in our early days of teenage love. It was a secluded place to view the wonders of the lake and make out. Arlene and I used to love canoeing around the lake. As things began to change the tree and the spot became more special. It was here by our sides under our tree, viewing the music of the lake, Arlene and I were in a world apart. In those days of trouble our tree would become a refuge; hoping the other person would remember and return. In all our years, the tree never changed. In all our years, all those years were there. Timeless. Ageless.

Many of us have our special place or special places. It may be a tree, our family, a song, our faith or any number of things or combination of things. Our belief in ourselves could even be our special place. It is here we go to find our strength, our reason, our will to meet those challenges. It is here we may go for our personal celebrations. It is here we may go for that comfort, that reassurance, that "everything is okay". We are people, this is the world: Our special place(s) may change, may transform, may be replaced by another, may disappear. Our special place(s) can even go with us, be planted in us as reminders, as extensions. The wonder of it all. The wonder which is us. All of this so that we can succeed. All of this so that we may Enjoy.

Let's lose ourselves for a moment: Genc Nikolla "Instrumental" 

A wise man once told me - Always keep at least one dollar in your pocket 

The first one-dollar bill was issued as a Legal Tender Note (United States Note) in 1862 with a portrait of Salmon P. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury under President Abraham Lincoln. The life of a dollar bill can be interesting. Actress, turned writer, director, Inanna Sarkis has captured an interesting life of one of these bills. 

Let's follow Inanna Sarkis's dollar bill. "Life of a Dollar | Inanna Sarkis" 

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Our first journey is to find that special place for us.

Florence Nightingale

What Beats In My Mind to Are We On A Date 

A person wonders is this me 

A girl wonders is this a date 

What Beats In My Mind (sonnet) 

What beats inside the forest of my mind
A drop of something that won�t let me go
A shadow hid in world I�ve come to know
This breath forgotten which was left behind
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I feel its whisper deep inside my flow
So deep within the mask I have refined
This hint beyond the life I have designed
What is the song which yearns its morning so
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Have I not lived each moment as I should
And made the most of person I became
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My changes were not often understood
I drifted off and ego was to blame
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And now my mind surrounded by dark wood
Must wonder of a song which once was me 

A person lost finds something unexpected in this sonnet. In the first half, of this sonnet, (the quatrains) we have a person lost in their identity. In the second half (the couplets) the person's questions and is lead to a discovery.  The last word ("me") is not a mistake. It keeps this from being a true English sonnet. It is now something else. But wasn't that the point? 

My plans were to become a music teacher. One year from completing my college degree, I gained some inside knowledge that, this profession would be fazing back. I switched my college degree to General Education. I landed a job at Chevron (then Standard Oil of California). They retrained me to be a graphic artist. Into and after college my fake brother and I were small time entertainers. We landed a big opportunity at Fantasy Records. My partner was going through some major personal problems which caused us to break up a week before our Fantasy Records deal. I went into music on my own, as a song writer and a keyboardist. I shelved music when my lead singer  pursued an opportunity in Japan. From music, I went to photography, mainly models. I was doing real well until the girls started bothering Arlene. Then came my commercial career. I wrote and performed commercials. The money was good, but not steady. At times, I would be drawn away from my family. This would never do. So I gave it up. All this time I was working at Chevron.  As a parent, I was active in their upbringing. I taught both of my children how to read before they entered kindergarten. Opportunities to teach my kids where just outside my doorstep. I even became the coach of their soccer teams. As a coach my most notable successes were: Running laps should be fun and not used as punishment and: Boys and girl at a young age are athletically similar. When I joined the Masons, I was a natural at performing. I became one of the top ritualists. At party and event planning I was amazing (a skill that Chevron taught me), Then Arlene was taken from me. I looked back at all that I was. All the things that brought me here. Here and what still waited up ahead.

Life has many paths and roads. The possibilities are endless. Our possibilities are endless. We are the product of the past and all that we touched and that touched us.  That person we were ten years ago is gone, but lives on in us. That first kiss, those walks in the park, the best meal(s) we every had, all those treasured moments; they are still with us. Even if (heaven forbid) our memory be wiped completely clear, all those things are still here. In our smile. In our eyes. In each wrinkle. They are part of us. They are who we are. Here is a small proof. When we see someone familiar, don't we also see a memory associated with that person? Even more mind boggling. This holds true for everything. Not to get metaphysical, everything is touched by something else and a trace is left behind. The wonder of it all. We are part of that wonder, now and always. Next time we see a beautiful flower, remember we are a part of that beauty and Enjoy.

While we're reflecting let's try this one: Bliss and Melancholia "Quiet Letter" 

On the subject of dating 

Studies show to increase dating success, plan an unconventional date strategy. One could go to a restaurant for the first date, and go to an amusement park or something just as scary and thrilling for the second date. By going to a restaurant, both parties can learn more about each other which is the most important step to create an emotional connection. Going to an amusement park on the second date can actually make dates fall in love. Studies have shown that scary rides like roller coasters and Ferris wheels increase the production of adrenaline, which also simulates arousal which can actually increase the attraction between two people. What if we don't know if we're going on a date? 

The folks at Wong Fu Productions have an incident which might help us. "Are We On A Date?!"

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We are products of our past, 

but we don't have to be prisoners of it. 

Rick Warren

The Strangers to Shoppers You Meet at the Supermarket 

Familiar strangers we meet in a fairy tale 

Strange familiar people we meet in supermarkets 

The Strangers (poem)

I was doing my dishes I think I was
When from my front room I heard a buzz
I went to inspect as one normally does
There was a man face covered with fuzz
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I make the shoe
Then I make two
He needs a few
I�ll make a slew
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I asked the man What are you doing here
How on earth did you get in I need to hear
Do you understand Am I making myself clear
He just keeps making shoes He doesn�t veer

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Well I said Hi
Why no reply
He must be shy
Weird little guy
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I�m not trying to be rude please understand
I have to run
I appreciate the shoes They�re really all so grand
These shoes should stun
We both have to admit their number�s out of hand
He now has ton
To go to bed �bout now is more of what I�d planned
Rest now we�re done
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Have a good night
I hope that all your dreams are equally as bright 

Communication is just one problem when a man finds a stranger in his house making him shoes in this poem. We have two characters.  One a 10 beat character (the owner of the house). The other is a 4 beat character (the stranger). The two seem to have problems communicating. In the fifth stanza, the two combine. Each keeping their own rhyme. We may notice that the longer beat character has become irregular. The poem ends with the two rhyming and 4 beats followed by 9 beats. This poem is more than a fairy tale. 

People are different was something that was apparent to me from my first days of school. There were some kids I liked more than others. I live in San Francisco. The chances of my school being one race or culture was pretty slim. I was  unaware of such things. I didn't find out about racism until I met the most influential person in my life, Mr Johnny Land. Mr. Land was my music teacher. He was Black. My mother was brought up in Nazi Germany. There was was no way a black man was teaching her son. There was only one "thing" worse (to her) than a black person: a Jewish person. I was lucky the school principle was Mr Horowitz (so my mother couldn't complain about Mr. Land). It was from my mother that I first learned about racism. It was stupid. At least how a mother tried to explain it to a 12 year old. I learned that racism wasn't just a black and white thing. Chinese and blacks were the majority in my high school. They hated each other. Fights between the two races were common. We whites were a minority, right behind the Hindus. When I worked at Chevron, my friend wanted me to go with him to his favorite bar. They asked him that I never come back. My friend was black. It was a black bar. I was the wrong color. When I joined the Masons. my Lodge was way behind the times. They were anti-black, as far as membership. I was part of group, led by my mentor, Jake, who successfully integrated the Lodge. All of a sudden they became anti-Filipino. One big dilemma: Martin's wife was Filipino. The same problem my mother had. My son, Peter. was a pretty amazing kid. My mother was very proud of him. His skin color seemed to disappear, to her.  One day my mother went off on one of her racist rants in front of him. It was one of the most amazing moments in my life. Peter, a 12 year old boy, said to her, "What about me G-Ma?"

It is very hard for me to say. We San Franciscans are extremely tolerant. I believe racism is coming to an end. The media headlines of whites acting racist against blacks sells more, draws more attention than what's happening in our Native American or Latin American communities. I believe equal rights and new generations will put an end to racism.  I see a new enemy rearing its ugly head. Classism. This is were a person is judged by how much they make, their education level and their social class. It it is already subtly working its way into our lives. So subtly. many of us us don't notice it ...yet. But we humans are wonders. I have (and you have too) seen the wonder we can and do accomplish. We are, together moving and working toward a better day. Believe in ourselves, our sisters and our brothers and Enjoy.

To go with the poem try this delight: Petula Clark "The Little Shoemaker" 

Been shopping lately 

Here are five weird things some people Share in common. 

1. Continually check the fridge to see if any food has magically appeared.
2. Pull out your phone to check the time, only to realize you have to do it again because you forgot to look at the clock.
3. Have a full-on conversations with yourself.
4. Asking "what?" even though you heard what the person said.
5. Start reading the menu from the middle.

If you thought that was weird, have you seen these characters at your supermarket? (Put together by Meir Kay.) "19 Types of Shoppers You Meet at the Supermarket" 

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You have to get along with people, but you 

also have to recognize that the strength of 

a team is different people with different 

perspectives and different personalities. 

Steve Case

 

Moment In Time to Millennial Love 

There were lovers in their time 

And there were Millennial lovers 

Moment In Time (free form poem) 

Blessing come true
Our moment in time
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There was time enough to hold you
To kiss you
To gaze into your eyes
To wander through the fields
Enchanted with your presence
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Time enough to laugh
Time enough to sing
Time enough to dance to
Dance through all that life had to offer
Each breath
Each heartbeat
Sweet moment in time
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As others complained
How short their time was
Sharing memories of moments
Quickly passed away
Then and now
Then and now
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We couldn�t understand
We couldn�t grasp what they were going through
Blaming it on dreams
Blaming it on lifestyles
Blaming it on everything but the truth
This moment in time
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So we lived our years
Years of holding
Years of kissing
Timelessly enjoying the dreams we cast
Our bound fashioned purpose for endlessness
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But then you died
To leave me alone with the price of it all
The price of those glorious lifetimes
The years of disappearing tears
Trapped by the wonder we enjoyed
My moment in time 

A special moment in time is recounted in this free form poem. This looks like a love poem. It is actually about time. As one reads through this poem, time should play as an undercurrent. With this in mind the ending turns from sad to confusing. 

Arlene and I truly had it all. We had our good times and the bad. We were not rich (what we might call lower middle class), but we had wealthy people and organisations throw money and opportunities to fuel our dreams. We did things most people only dream about. Some of the things we established still live on and grow in the hands and care of others. We raised two amazing kids. One who is actually being paid by the University of California at Berkeley to earn his Phd. The other is a high priced chef, voted by Zagat as 1 of 10 up and coming chefs in the Bay Area. As parents we did real well. We did enjoy one major advantage. Time. There was time enough for everything. Other people talked about how short time was. Arlene and I never experienced that. There was more than enough time for everything. Time enough for our dreams. Time enough to rekindle the magic of dreams in others. As a testimony to Arlene: The Freemasons is a male organisation. When Arlene died, the Masons sponsored a big celebration and thank you for Arlene. In the river of time there was much to do to distract me from missing Arlene to helping others. Then bloomed the time to celebrate a wonder. As one man passed on and a new soul would stare into that garden and by his smiles; and behind his smiles was Amor, my new wife.

Time. Some believe it is too short, Some people think it is too long. Some folks don't think time at all. Have we ever noticed that time seems to slow down when we are anticipating something big. Time also seems to pass more slowly when we are doing something we don't like. On the other side of the coin, when we are having fun time seems to pass more rapidly. How many times have we heard or felt "there isn't enough time"? Scientifically and "factually" we are told that time moves differently based on speed or mass. The faster a thing goes the slower its time moves. Time also moves slower based on the mass surrounding it. Time. "Fact" or feelings, it is a mystery. Fast or slow. here is one more fact: When it's over it's over. All that's left are the memories and changes made. Reminders of a life lived. Our life. A celebration. Yes, all our lives are celebrations. We are that special. And that mystery; time. Take it. Use it. Make the most, the best of it. It shouts at us, Enjoy.

Let's celebrate life: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes "The Time Of My Life" 

Love know many faces - Like Millennials 

Millennials (also known as Generation Y) typically have the early 1980s as starting birth years and the mid-1990s to early 2000s as ending birth years. The generation is generally marked by an increased use and familiarity with communications, media, and digital technologies. Here are Ryan Higa (of nigahiga), and Kina Grannis to give us deeper details of Millennials. 

Here are Kina and Ryan with a modern day in the language of Millennial. "Millennial Love (Official Music Video)" 

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Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. 

Be happy now. Don't wait for something 

outside of yourself to make you happy in 

the future. Think how really precious is the 

time you have to spend, whether it's at work 

or with your family. Every minute should be 

enjoyed and savored.

Earl Nightingale

 

Dazzle With The Light to Guys Drink Coffee For The First Time 

A lover is dazzled by his desire 

Two guys are dazzled by a cup of coffee 

Dazzle With The Light (English sonnet) 

Please come my love let�s dazzle with the light
The stardust cast this moment in our view
To see the Joys of lovers� hearts will do
When splendors of impassioned dreams ignite
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Let�s sail away and bid this world adieu
A rainbow waits to guide us in our flight
Let�s see what kisses� visions can incite
When timeless moments made our souls pursue
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Around us every breath is standing still
As whispers of enchanted wishes stray
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Each wonder waits the hope of hidden thrill
As in our arms surrender slips away
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Forever�s dance awaits us to fulfill
Please come my love and let our magic play 

A lover invites his desire to incite a wonder in this English sonnet.  As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. In the first part a lover describes a wonder. In the second part the lover alludes to this wonder waiting. The nature of the couplets adds a sense of quickening. To neatly tie this sonnet together, it starts and ends with "Please come my love..." 

A little game Arlene and I liked to play every once in a long while was "The First Meeting". Arlene would choose a place and a setting where I would meet a girl (Arlene). I would have to win this girl over. One time Arlene chose a Caribbean lounge south of Market Street in the financial district. I pulled a 12 hour shift, so I went there directly from work. When I got there I scouted around. Arlene wasn't there, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a time in walks these three gorgeous women. One of them was Arlene. There were these two guys that I struck up a conversation with, while I was waiting. I asked them if they'd like to meet a girl. After they agreed, I told them to follow my lead. While one guy was getting a table, the other guy and I went to introduced ourselves to the ladies. After introducing ourselves, I said it was more than a coincidence that three lovely ladies should find three lonely guys and a table. Initially the girls sat together, but as the evening, the drinks, the hors d'oeuvres and the charm wore on the sweet ladies took to us guys and I found myself with Arlene. We guys must have been pretty good, because the ladies became a little touchy-feely. As one thing led to another we guys and gals found ourselves in each other's arms. It was then I confessed that Arlene and I were married. It was then I found out that it was more than a coincidence that three lovely ladies should find three lonely guys. It turned out that the two girls were Arlene's coworkers. The guys were their husband and boyfriend. After a good laugh, we raise our glasses up to a great night.

A little fantasy every now and again is a good thing. (As long as we don't entirely lose touch with reality and we don't get carried away.) We are never to old for make believe, to escape. To be a kid once more. In fact it is good for us. It has been proven that settings our mind free can relieve stress, improve brain function, stimulate the mind, boost creativity and keep us feeling young and energetic (per Lawrence Robinson, Melinda Smith, M.A., Jeanne Segal, Ph.D. and Jennifer Shubin). It can be as simple as losing ourselves in a book or as complicated as becoming someone else in a foreign land. The possibilities are endless and we deserve the possibilities.We deserve to appreciate the world all around us and within. So, open up. Let ourselves free and Enjoy.

For the lovers out there: Groove Lovers "Sunset Dream" 

Not enough excitement - Maybe some coffee will help 

The amount of caffeine in coffee depends on the type of beans, how they were roasted, and how the coffee was brewed. Typically, a small 8-ounce cup of coffee has between 65 milligrams of caffeine if it�s instant and 115 milligrams if it�s drip brewed.The effects of caffeine on one who has never had it is explored by Zack Evans and  Justin Tan, of BuzzFeed Video. 

Enjoy your coffee. "Guys Drink Coffee For The First Time" 

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The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; 

that makes us reach for more, that plants 

the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. 

That�s what I hope to give you forever. 

The Notebook 

These Words to 36,000 Kids You Don't Want To Mess With 

A lover's words show their strength 

36,000 kids show their strength 

These Words (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Were I to cast my words unto the stars
Or set the wind ablaze with verse of you
Make birds resound in chorus who you are
And flowers to present their scented dew
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Would I scarce offer words to light your feet
To heights my heart and soul have raised to dwell
For all enchanted dreams you would complete
Enticing waves of passion then to swell
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How brazen of me thus to hope this way
As if I stood here worthy of one glance
What vanity of mind thought words could sway
What blinding strength fired me to take such chance
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I thank you for not laughing at this note
Alas there is a truth to words I wrote 

A lover's last hope of reaching his desire are the words of this Shakespearean sonnet. This sonnet uses the classic story style, with a slight twist. The first two quatrains speak of words proclaiming the glories of his desire. The third quatrain poses a problem while continuing to praise. Rather than solving the problem, the rhyming couplet leads the reader in another direction. 

When Arlene and I were parents living near the beach, a great love story came knocking at our door. One of my coworkers, Art,  lived at the corner. Art was a nicer than average guy. If I or any of Art's friends needed help, he was always there. He also knew of a pastry shop, which he kept a guarded secret. Whenever people invited him for dinner, he would always provide dessert. He thought the desserts were why he was always a welcome guest. He was welcome because he was a nice guy (the desserts didn't hurt). Art fell in love with this girl at work. He had fallen in love before, but things didn't go well. Each failed relationship affected how he talked to girls he liked. I know this because I overheard Art discussing his dilemma with Arlene. Cosmopolitan Magazine had turned her into a relationship expert. After asking my permission, Arlene shared with Art some of the many love letters I had written her. I don't know exactly what went on. I saw less of Art at work. Soon he moved. I tried to find out what happened to Art but was told he was on vacation. A couple of days later Arlene gets a thank you letter from Art. He had moved to Concord with the girl of his dreams. This is how I got the address to Schubert's, one of the best pastry shops in San Francisco. 

Many of us have our fears. Things that we don't like. Things that make us uncomfortable.  Things that we are afraid of. At normal or small levels these things are not a problem. They could be part of our natural defense mechanism. See a bear in the wild, then we best be cautious. Other causes could be our cultural and social upbringing. Is it or is it not okay to wear our street shoes in the house? At small or justifiable levels our "fears" may be  acceptable. When they adversely affect us or our surroundings these things should be addressed. Or maybe we just want to better ourselves. Or maybe it's just tine to change. Help is out there. Others faces the same or similar challenges. We are not alone. There is no shame, but rather pride and courage in wanting to improve ourselves. We are wonders living in a wonderful world. Nothing should stand in our way in taking in our world to the fullest. So let us answer the call to Enjoy.

Do any of you boyz have any final words: Boyzone "Words" 

I wonder what the kids in China are up to 

Shaolin Temple Kung Fu Academy was founded in 1978. It is the largest kung fu academy in China. 

Shaolin Temple Kung Fu Academy is located in Mount Song, Shaolin Temple, Dengfeng city, Henan province. It cost one hundred million to build, with a total construction area of 730,000 square meters. Academy management is plentiful: with a professional management staff of 258, with an additional teaching force of 160 level 1 coaches, plus 170 outstanding teachers. Currently there are 36,000 students. 

National Geographic, DJ Ben Surkin and filmmaker Inigo Westmeier bring us a glimpse of The Shaolin Temple Kung Fu Academy. "36,000 Kids You Don�t Want to Mess With | Short Film Showcase" 

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You gain strength, courage, and confidence 

by every experience in which you really stop 

to look fear in the face. You are able to say to 

yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can 

take the next thing that comes along.'

Eleanor Roosevelt

 

Let It Be Me to Abduction 

Lovers captured in a dream 

A human captured by an alien 

Let It Be Me (lyrical poem) 

I lay awake here dreaming
In moonlight that was gleaming
With a memory left steaming
Let it be let it be
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A lifetime worth repeating
Two candle flames reheating
Our hearts await completing
Let it be let it be
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Let it be me who�s holding you tight
Let it be me who whispers good night
Let it be me she�s thinking of when love songs play
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Let it be me who brightens your day
Let it be me who sweeps you away
Let it be me holding her near that brings delight
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So here I am just waiting
My passions not abating
These senses aren�t relating
Let it be let it be
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What keeps us two from calling
Together are we falling
What make this so enthralling
Let it be let it be
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Let it be me who lights up your way
Let it be me whose kisses you pray
Let it be me holding him near makes things alright
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Let it be me who makes your life right
Let it be me who you�re holding tight
Let it be me he�s dreaming of when love songs play 

Two lovers share a common dream in this lyrical poem.  This lyrical poem uses two verses followed by two choruses, then repeats. Besides having a love theme this song is meant to be somewhat fun. This sense of fun helps to add some confusion to the second chorus. The "she" and "her" (of the first chorus) turn into "him" and "he" (of the second chorus). In other words, two lovers had the same dream. 

When Arlene and I were young lovers, I'm pretty sure we often (very,very often) had dreams like this. Coming down to earth, Arlene was a highly sensitive people person. She had the ability to listen. draw people together and pursue a common goal. This talent made her the president of our kid's school PTA (Parents Teachers Association). By listening, organizing and encouraging other parents to join in the fun our families made our PTA stronger, which in the end improved things for our children. People with a common dream. When I became a soccer coach, It was Arlene's talent that kept the parents around and join in the fun. We enjoyed many success stories because our teams became families. This was my wife. This was my partner. Together, as one, we would join others to rekindle an old organization. Together, as one, we lived dreams like these.

I am one of the who believe that human beings all share a common dream. A dream of peace; satisfaction and happiness. Oh sure our bad side is thrown in our face, People are killing people, People are taking advantage of people. People are controlling people. Evil is out there. I believe that these are the exemptions and not the rule; not the the norm. Our bad side is easy to see. The news; the media is happy to throw our bad side into our face. Our good side is a little harder to see. It is up to us to search our good side out. Once our eyes are opened, we can appreciate the good things all around us. What makes the whole thing more complicated is: Good is the norm. We humans have a hard time with things that become the norm. We tend to take the "norms" for granted. We have challenges appreciating it.  So good is our norm.There is our riddle. There is our future, There is our common dream. Open our eyes and hearts and join the good all around us and Enjoy.

Back to the poem and that dream: I209P "Are You Thinking Of Me" 

All of this a bit alien 

 Astronomers Margaret Turnbull and Jill Tarter of the Carnegie Institution in Washington, D.C., have compiled a list of 17,129 nearby stars most likely to have planets that could support complex life. What if there were aliens. What would they be like? There have been countless theories. Here with one more alien is Chris Smith and Jack De Sena, of Chris and Jack. 

So, what happens when the new alien and earthlings meet? "ABDUCTION | Chris & Jack" 

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You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep 

because reality is finally better than your dreams. 

Dr. Seuss