Your Dreams to Great Day 

Some dreams are blessings for all 

Some dreams are questionable 

Your Dreams (poem) 

Turn on your dreams across the waiting sky
The day has dawned to see a rare gift fly
Though hidden voices try to hold you back
A heart beats hope which nothing can deny
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So many stars so many flowers bloom
Yet only one this time and place assume
Just one more face to lose among the crowd
Or guiding light a scent of hope�s perfume
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So much of life is seasoning of you
Great things may grow of smallest thing you do
Or simply sit and leave to someone else
The time is ticking on a moment true
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Those voices with their shouts of some escape
To clouds which no one else has seen before
They breed upon your emptiness and doubt
These tears await to see your darkest night
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Turn on your dreams and let that stranger go
Let all who touch you bask amid your glow
Let gift of you inspire another�s flow
The world is blessed through dreams which you bestow

Dreams, held back, blossom into reality with this poem. Not only is this poem about dream, its structure imitates realizing dreams. In the first three stanzas the third line doesn't rhyme. This represents a shortcoming. The fourth stanza doesn't rhymes at all. In the final stanza all the lines rhyme. 

I have been blessed to have lived a dream. Though I did have one day that was absolutely perfect from beginning to end, my dream was not perfect. My childhood was a nightmare. Thank God I met Mr. Johnny Land, a teacher, who would give me a life most can only dream about. I have been a singer, a song writer, a photographer, a teacher, a speaker, a leader and a volunteer. Awards? Oh yes, I have quite a few. My biggest is from San Francisco, for my work with the public schools, and the Freemasons, for my charity work. Though I was not a world traveler, I have seen much of America and turned California inside out. My life has been so blessed that, religious or not, I had to give back. I consider myself. economically, lower middle class. Chevron, the Masons, friendships, associates financed my dreams. Now I find myself on the other side of life's riddle. My life was so full, it is hard getting old. I did so much. I miss it all. I miss Arlene. But then comes the dream in the form of Amor, my new wife. How can I be sad with Amor around? My life now is so drastically different from what it was, my doctors have suggested I take antidepressants. I told the doctors, I don't need medication, I have Amor.

Dreams; I put it out there that they are not just a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. They can and do come into the real world. Ever gone to a stage production lately? The things going on, right before our eyes. Ever use a cell phone? 50 years ago they were science fiction. Someone had a dream. And us? Do we have a dream? In today's world it is even easier to realize our dreams. The first step is knowing, accepting that we can. The next step is knowing ourselves and what is important to us. Then all that remains is the doing. (Not talking or thinking about it, but doing.) We may fall a little short if our dream(s) is really big, but there are dreams within dreams. We may not ever be President of the United States, but few have tried and even fewer have run. President? That someone special? That life? The possibilities of dreams are endless, limitless. We are wonderful. The fertile soil of so much more. Live that dream and Enjoy.

Take it away Harriet: Mack David/Al Hoffman/Jerry Livingston 

"A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" 

Then there is the illusion 

Cocaine is a powerfully addictive stimulant drug made from the leaves of the coca plant native to South America. Although health care providers can use it for valid medical purposes, such as local anesthesia for some surgeries. Cocaine increases levels of the natural chemical messenger dopamine in brain circuits controlling pleasure and movement. 

What is the point to knowing about this illegal drug? Take it away Lonely Island. "Great Day" 

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The future belongs to those 

who believe in the beauty of their dreams. 

Eleanor Roosevelt

 

The Answer to Granny Grab Your Gun (Part 2) 

Tankas about answers 

Grannies continue to search for answers 

Was Always There (tanka) 

It was always there
Though imagined places searched
Unknown waters lurched
While it waited hopefully
The answer about one�s self

Crystal Shores (tanka) 

In the moonlit night
Somewhere mid life�s crystal shores
Lovers once again
Search heaven�s stars for answers
Found within each other�s heart

The Answer (tanka) 

The lovers wondered
Will the season come again
Warmed by winds of youth
And as they searched tomorrows
Found the answer in their eyes

Answers are explored in these tankas. A traditional tanka is 5 lines of 31 syllables total, arranged thus: 5/7/5/7/7. The modern tanka started to appear as early as 1862 with the noted poet Ogai Mori. Modern tankas challenge the traditional rules. One of these noted modern tanka writers was Nobuyuki Okuma (1893�1977). He distinguished himself as an outspoken social critic, yet he also excelled at tanka in his younger days. Here is one of his tankas: 

Third-Class Car on a Night Train

crumpled handkerchief

in one hand

with no baggage

slender legs exposed

standing near the door

swaying

and sighing from time to time

Talk about "the rules". I used to work at Chevron Corporation. My job was Customer Assistant. A Chevron employee comes to me with any graphic or Art oriented job and I figure out how to get it done (and even coordinate). These could be anything from a simple copy job to the big 100 year anniversary party for the Chevron airport hangars. My talent was thinking outside the store that sells the box. My thinking was: with Chevron's money anything could be accomplished and we'll work down hill from there. I was different and my clients had to get use to (get over) it. I would wear suits or nice sports coats. But I would dye my hair. I also wore an earring. One that dangled. I was a sight to see. I was Martin. I earned the privilege to look different at Chevron's headquarters. I had coordinated the printing and distribution of Chevron's Standardized Accounting Practices. I introduced a better Refinery Training and Safety brochure. Before there were computers, there was the (information) War Room. I brought it to Chevron. These were just an inkling of the things I did to allow me to walk outside "the rules" in the corporate world. (Not only walk but see.)

We are all different (unique, individuals). Yet, in some matters we conform to a norm. Some people tend to dress similar to those they hang around with. People tend to associate with others of similar likes, beliefs and interests.People tend to speak the language {including accents and dialects) as those in their communities. To be truly different; To stand out in a crowd, may come at a cost. People may stare. People may talk. People may treat us differently. ...and there are the bullies. We may or may not get use it. We are all different. Take pride in our uniqueness. Be proud of who we are. I believe the big "rule" is: Be true to yourself. In the end, confidence will win out. Remember, we are wonderful. Being who we are give worlds to Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Jessie J "Who You Are" 

Gun. mace or cat 

According to the LA Times, there is little difference if a gun or pepper spray is used for home or personal protection. It is interesting though that more men prefer guns, while pepper spray is preferred by a majority of women. 

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You are unique, and if that is not fulfilled, 

then something has been lost. 

Martha Graham

There�s Something In The Wind to What About "Non-Stop" 

The wind whispers of a moment 

Two doormen excite of a moment 

There�s Something In The Wind (Italian sonnet) 

There�s something in the wind which calls to me
A scent of heaven playing on my heart
A promise path mid all which life can be
And hopes and dreams are never far apart
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There�s something in the wind which makes me stray
To realms where reason�s spring still sweetly charms
And passion is the purpose of the day
While wonder waits to thrills with outstretched arms
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Why waste this moment searching for a clue
Or search out purposes which might explain
The times to make a memory are few
Don�t let the stain of pain spoil soft refrain
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There�s something in the wind which warms my soul
A whisper all I know to be is right
A whispered pledge that I�ll again be whole
When wind will draw you back into my sight

Something refreshing calls to this lover in the wind of this Italian sonnet. This a standard love sonnet. The conflict stanza (the third quatrain) is slightly different .The first, second and forth stanzas are descriptive. They describe something in the wind. The third quatrain (the conflict stanza) poses a question, a challenge.

I was 20 when Arlene and I moved into our "Palace in the Sky". It was a small apartment with a large balcony on Twin Peaks. The balcony was built on the roof of a neighboring apartment. We had an unbelievable view of  eastern San Francisco. Our palace was under (aligned with) one of the peaks, so when the fog rolled in, it wouldn't touch us for a while. Imagine the escapades of teenage lovers in such a paradise. This paradise came at a cost. Arlene and I were going to college. And there were the expenses.  So we both had to work. School, work, cooking, cleaning and homework... Young or not, we were often tired. It was laundry day. We had just finished dinner. School and work had been unusually rough. I was doing the dishes and looking forward to relaxing with Arlene on the balcony. From out of nowhere, Arlene appears at the bedroom door. Lookin' fine as fine could be. "Let's go out", she said. She was as tired, as I was. As I changed clothes, I began to regain my energy. The Castro District was a walking maze away. There was always interesting and unusual entertainment there. As the evening dazzled on, Arlene began to look better and better. We were refreshed. I learned something valuable that evening.

Even kissing every night by the lights of a beautiful city guided by the stars can become routine. There is more than one way to get that needed "rest and refreshment". It's been another rough day. We're tired. The couch, the easy chair, the bed look so inviting. Sound familiar? Why not? We deserve it? Here and idea. Do something different. We're tired. A friend offers us a free dinner. All of the sudden we have all the energy in the world. Not only that. The next day we can hardly wait to tell our coworkers. What happened? Something special, something different can have this effect on us. A change can be just, if not more, effective as that easy chair. Those kisses...? Never have to get stale. Refresh our self. Do something different. Remember the key word: Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Haley Westenra "Listen to the Wind" 

What's a good movie 

"Non-Stop" is a 2014 mystery action thriller film directed by Jaume Collet-Serra and starring Liam Neeson. Alcoholic and world-weary, U.S. Air Marshal Bill Marks (Liam Neeson) lost his passion for his work long ago. Even though lives are potentially at stake during every flight, he sees the assignment as just a desk job. However, his "ordinary day at the office" becomes a high-stakes crisis during a flight to London. Marks receives a series of text messages demanding that he instruct the airline to transfer $150 million into an offshore account, or a passenger will die every 20 minutes. 

Is the movie any good? Let's ask these doormen and find out. "Key & Peele - What About "Non-Stop," Though?" 

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What is the purpose of being human 

and alive without doing new things? 

John Sulston

 

Yesterday to I'm Batman 

A lover reflecting on yesterday 

The Riddler reflecting on Batmen 

Yesterday (lyrical poem) 

I often look into the stars
And think about just where you are
And can you see what I can see
Is there a time you think of me
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When I�m alone I talk to you
The unsaid praises you were due
Alone I listen carefully
A word a sign you sent to me
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But maybe it�s too far away
The things I lost to yesterday
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The images that I hold dear
Make me believe that you are near
Again upon my knees with you
Forgive the sorrows we�ve been through
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Or maybe it�s too far away
Those things I pay for yesterday
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I ask you to look through my heart
The moments we shared at the start
And if you see that I�m untrue
I do not know what more to do
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Still maybe you�re too far away
And maybe there�s no yesterday
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But still just once in a while
There�s hope I still make you smile
Till then
And when
I�m with you again
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Remember that was yesterday
And yesterday is far away 

A person reflects on yesterday and someone in this lyrical poem. In this song stanzas with four lines are verses. Stanzas with two line are the choruses. The last verse (the stanza with five lines) is a verse and a coda. Throughout, the meter is kept tight, so that this easily fits into a song. 

Arlene passed away on August 11, 2003. She lived such a grand life that for days people came to say their goodbyes. There was not even standing room at the church where her funeral service was held. People waited outside the doors.The Freemasons (a men's organisation) held a funeral reception in honor and celebration of all she had done. And me? I spend many-a time revisiting yesterday. Did it really happen? It was unbelievable. I have pictures and other visual records and memorabilia that hint something did happen. Many dreams, that we gave birth to, took on lives of their own and live through others. In the days that we were together, there were were many Martins. There was Martin the musician. Martin the photographer. ...the spiritual leader, the dancer, the outdoors-man. the parent, the coach, the leader and much more. Me. Many of them floating in yesterday. And now yesterday claims her. My partner. Arlene. I miss her a lot. Yet how can I be sad? It all was pretty fantastic. Yesterday has taken so much, but returned wonderful memories and more for myself and for others. A wonderful garden of splendors. At the end of which is a light, The warm welcome light of tomorrow.

Such is the nature. the wonder of our existence. Always living in the past and guessing at the future. We humans are incapable of living in the "now". What exists in a picture, we are incapable of doing, We need motion for everything. Even wilder, by the time we experience anything. it has already happened. Fast as it may be, it takes time for things to reach the brain and for the brain to process the information. When one considers all that transpires in any experience and how fast it all happens, it's amazing. Now throw this in. What we experience rarely represents what actually occurred. From the moment of an experience it must pass through filters to, in and from the the brain. As time is added to when an experience happened more is added to or taken away from the actual experience. So when someone (like me) says, "live in the now", we understand why this is somewhat confusing. Yet, we are still wonderful. Take in the wonder and Enjoy.

Joy may be found anywhere: Al Marconi "Black Rain" 

Batman riddles the Riddler 

The Riddler, or Edward Nigma, is a fictional supervillain appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics. He is an adversary of Batman. The character made his first appearance in Detective Comics #140 (October, 1948) and was created by Bill Finger and Dick Sprang. The Riddler takes delight in incorporating riddles and puzzles into his plots, and leaves them as clues for the authorities and Batman to solve. 

Now the gang of Studio C has Batman posing a riddle for the master of puzzles. "I'm Batman" 

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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

He Wonders to When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy 

A lost lover wonders in the darkness of his world 

A cute puppy wonders through the excitement of its world 

He Wonders (English sonnet) 

He wonders how his world got out of hand
What madness chased the one he loved away
That lovers have such hurtful things to say
Is something now he cannot understand
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He wonders through his world of disarray
Was this the paradise that they had planned
Their love it seems was just a brittle strand
A fragile dream in search of its own day
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He wonders how his world could hold such pain
And every heartbeat only promised more
There seemed no limit to a soul�s despair
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He wonders now their world he might regain
As dreams now turn toward shadow at the door
And through his tears he sees his lover there 

Follow a lover';s despair through this English sonnet. As most sonnets pf this type this one is divided into two parts. though subtly. In the first part (the quatrains) we have a lover coming to term with a mistake. In the second half (the triplets) comes the feelings. Feelings that call to her. 

Funny how a young/new love covers up so much. Either we act differently when we meet that someone special or our eyes are a little too forgiving or a little of both. As the relationship goes on things become clearer. This happened to one of Arlene's coworkers, Mitch. How any girl could fall for Mitch was beyond Arlene and others in the office. One did though. What kind of girl would fall for Mitch? At one of Arlene's office parties we got to meet her. She seemed pretty normal. About a month after the party Mitch brings his home problems to work. One day Mitch shows up at the door with a bottle of Amaretto (Arlene's favorite drink). Arlene, the Cosmopolitan girl, had a reputation for strong  people skills.  It seems the girl had left Mitch. Arlene did nothing but tell Mitch what people at work were saying about him. That's all.A different person started showing up at work, No one knows how, but the girl found out about the changed man, After some time and investigation she was flattered and knew Mitch was the guy for her. It was rumored that it was Arlene, who informed the girl about Mitch.

There was a lot going on in the Mitch story. We have a person others talk about. We have a relationship gone sour. We have a person working on himself. Let's get one thing clear: I believe, we are who we are. It is solely up to us whether to change, or if we can change. I believe, if a coworker acts in way that is disturbing, it should be brought to their attention. I have been taught that a healthy team atmosphere is essential to a group's success. If an individual wants to be different, let them. Rejoice in it. In a relationship we have that "halfway point" and "can I live with this". The truth of the matter is: how much are willing to change (if at all) to be with that other person? I do believe some people are made for each other. (Sometimes in strange ways.) There are times and instances when change can be good for us: like don't argue with a police officer when he wants to write us a ticket, The bottom line is that it is our life. We should be allowed to be what and who we like and be as different as we like. That's what makes us wonder. So be proud of who we are and Enjoy.

How about a moody melody to go with that sonnet: Edgar Tuniyants "In the lonely night" 

Do you love puppies 

Like humans, puppies are born without teeth. However, they can't hear, see or smell, either. Puppies don't open their eyes or begin to hear until they're 1 to 2 weeks old, according to the VCA (Veterinary Centers of America), and they can't smell until about three weeks post birth. Until then, it's very important for the mini-puppies to stay close to mom and their siblings to eat and grow properly. And puppies are cute. 

Here is a cute commercial starring a puppy. "When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy // Presented By BuzzFeed & Puppy Chow" 

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Love comes to those who still hope although 

they�ve been disappointed,to those who still 

believe although they�ve been betrayed,

to those who still love although they�ve been 

hurt before.

unknown

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.

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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