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What Craziness I always have the fortune to witness on the great highway on the lovely commute I travel each day. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life some of the individuals live if it's anything compared to their driving practices. Tiffany my daughter will be driving on her own later this year, a scary thought knowing your child is out among the crazies. One thing I've always emphasized to her is the dangers of speed, and always watch the road, no distractions, such as CD's, the radio, etc. So with a prayer and the hope that the advice stuck, she'll have her on car come June. Oh yea don't forget to buckle up! DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well it was one of those days yesterday, let me tell you! I was instructed on what I should write about and what I shouldn't. There was this misconception every thing I write was somehow intended for one person, WRONG! I often let my soul lead the way in the writing process but rarely do I ever sit down and preconceive the words I put down for the world to read. Oh and to all those e-mails and responses from all of you out there saying that somehow you understand and relate to my words. Thank you so much! It's your encouragement and response that keeps this pen moving across the pages, so keep listening and the words and thoughts will always keep flowing. God Bless America...and me too! DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Life is full of shit that looks like chocolate. Be careful what you bite! DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ...that reminds me. I remember this 8th grade home room / government teacher I had back in high school. She caught me with this great 'national lampoon magazine" you remember the issue a man holding a gun pointed at a dogs head caption reading "Buy this magazine or I'll shoot this Dog" hee...haa!!! Damn! That was so funny back then. I wish I had that one back, I wonder if she still has it. Mrs. Sharon, I think that was her name. God I miss the 80's DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Douglas Wind! DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Do you ever take the time to write down your dreams? I seldom ever remember much about the nights adventure, but occasionally one does stick around for the next days pondering. Such a dream flashed before me last night as I slept. I'm not sure who all the charerters are but I do belive that "Timmy" was a younger image of me. The room was dark and warm, Timmy had only been a sleep for a
few minutes, but off to dreamland he was. Timmy always dreamed in his sleep,
to him it was a way of traveling since he had never been more than ten miles
outside his hometown he always looked forward to his night of roaming dreams.
Ok so it was a little weird, most dreams are, but just in case no more "Doughnuts" before bed. DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2-C-is to look. If you look in your heart you can see the reason for the
tears, if you look in your soul you will see the reason why you can smile. . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She Stood There and Smiled! DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The rain falls It seems as if rainy days bring much of us a sense of recollection and sometimes depression, for me a little of both I guess, but still the sound of the water drops seems to soothe my soul. I've always like the feel of the rain on my face, although I still grab something to cover up with as I head out into the storm, sometimes the storm is worse inside rather than the one which we are stepping out into. For me I guess I try and shelter myself from the storm I'm able to see clearly, wishing I could run for cover from the other. DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just Me
(My Daughter Tiffany) I am the tree standing there waiting to be noticed by you DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Marketing of America.
I see all these American flags on the bumper of the many cars,
trucks and SUVs on my travels to work each day, today some how it touched me
a little differently or maybe deeper than all those previous times I've
stared at the flapping flag arched in some ones back window. Today, I bowed
out my chest my right hand stiff next to my forehead, and thought of those
words we all stood in unison to say in our third grade class. I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of
America Oh and by the way did you know "Humpty Dumpty" was pushed, oh well I still feel patriotic, now if I could just see around the flag on the car in front of me I could pass and maybe not be late for work. "Oh say can you see... DePoWeR2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Snowy Daze!
Most southerners curse the possibility of the fluffy white stuff, but no not me and again I'm different. Growing up in this humid hot state I always wished for a snowy white winter and every once in awhile the clouds would let go and the soft flakes would cover the red Georgia clay. A smile would eventually creep up on the faces of practically everyone. Smiles would be all I could see a few days ago when the white stuff returned to this dusty old ground. The special times my daughter and I spend together when it snows here makes this old man feel young again, what a difference she has made in my life. If it snows at your house go outside and play, you probably don't realize how much you needed a break. I didn't! DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Weekend Springs
The weekend was warm the hint of spring touching my spirit as the sun warmed my soul, I always enjoy the changing of the seasons, for me it reminds me of the way it feels to be alive. When the seasons become all the same it's my Belief the heart has grown cold, and soon so shall the body. My mind rolls back to previous years each time I live through a new season, as I make new memories in today the reminiscing of the past blends with the new and soon the past dissolves with the special moments of my reality. It's OK to revisit your past, just don't try and relive today what is now dead in yesterday. My body still misses her tender touch, but I shall live to feel and cherish another.What hope is lost in yesterday, brings much promise in Tomorrow. DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Staring at a paperclip laying on my office floor I'm thinking Damn! What a simple idea, you would think a idea so simple would be worth a fortune. The facts are the paper clip invented by Samuel B. Fay in 1867 was originally intended to hold tickets to fabric. It's amazing how far the little booger has transformed over the years in it's shapes and designs, from the first steel paper clip to the modern day Gem clip plastic clones, and think of all the uses from holding papers together to cleaning out ears, don't tell me you never stuck one in your ear, I know better! Rumor has told the first paper clip design was sold for just a few hundred dollars to a company gentleman by an ordinary man down on his luck needing money in pursuit of another get rich quick scheme. I love stories that make my life seem brighter and not so bad. Let's all think of our blessings and stop worrying so much on the lack of. DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You can't always take what your paying for! Martha Stewart, Martha Stewart! Blah..blah..blah. So let me see if we're all on the same page here, Martha Stewart hires this guy to advise her on buying and selling shares of stock ok, and so he comes to her and advises her to sell a peculiar stock and so Martha takes the advise she's paying for and now she's called a liar, and a convicted felon. It sure makes me sit back and wonder what the hell are we doing to each other. It's just a shame Martha wasn't a football star, maybe then perhaps she would've had a chance in court in this country. DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Water anyone? A bottle of purified water on the edge of my desk makes me curious, do I trust such an idea there's this surreal place where nothing but Gods nature and pure water flow over the cliff like the one pictured on this label. Sometimes I guess we all take what we see and hear to be the honest truth, for me I'm a bit skeptical to most of what I see and hear, even from myself... It's hard to trust anyone now days, or is it? Perhaps it's ourselves we question rather than those around us. I always think there's a hidden agenda to most peoples generosity. I do though have a multifunctional attitude so as not to come across as suspicious. After much thinking I know most of the time it's I who usually has agendas and not the ones of who I'm around, what a lesson and insight a bottle of water can reveal to ones life. Maybe it is purified after all. DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Start a FIRE! Sitting outside next to a fire is something I grew up enjoying as a child, and what joy it is to share this special moment with my child, I say child buy Tiffany is nearly sixteen, it seems like is was just yesterday as we sat on the floor of our home and made shapes out of colored Play-Dough, but in reality it's been more like eight years. I miss the play-dough and laughter my puddin' would make as I made funny nose shapes out of the clay and stuck them on my face. The night is cool but the logs and limbs we've stacked on the flames make it very comfortable, we listen to the radio and talk of life and the crazy things we've heard or seen over the past week. I sit as the moon hangs overhead and the sound of the crickets and frogs sitting next to a creek in the distance washes away the stress of the working hours, Tiffany and I roast marsh mellows hanging on the end of a small oak branch, we notice other friends and family approaching. We smile at each other and Tiffany says "well that officially starts the weekend." I guess maybe I don't miss all of the yesterdays very much at times like these. Thank GOD for Today! DePoWeR-2004 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You never know! Have you Ever bought a box of 100 cotton swabs, yeah, me too, ever sat down and counted every one, no me either, but what if we've all been cheated one or two think about it. One short per box per one hundred people equals one free box, two short equals 2 free boxes of profit for someone in the cotton swab businesses, this is probably one of those people you see each year on the "most rich list" Oh! So that's how they accumulated all that money. I don't know about you but I'm counting my cotton swabs from now on. Hey you never know. DePoWeR-2004 __________________________________________________________
In search of her! Each day I feel myself drift furtther into what she is, never becoming what she wants. Too often I can't see the things she needs, but rather I see what she wants. She is there and I'm here is it possiable to be together at the same time? Life runs so fast, time disolves too quickly for the two of us. Much of the dreams we possess are concentrated within our hearts. DePoWeR2004 _______________________________________________________________________
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