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“Never assume that the person you are dealing with is weaker or less important than you are. Some people are slow to take offense, which may make you misjudge the thickness of their skin, and fail to worry about insulting them. But should you offend their honor and their pride, they will overwhelm you with a violence that seems sudden and extreme given their slowness to anger." - Robert Greene, 48 Laws of Power

What gets me is the laughter. Laughing, mocking, putting me to shame. Be careful to never shame others, there is someone out there just like you, like me, waiting in the... Read More

I never thought, when I started writing a blog that I would attempt to do something like write short stories and put on there. I always figured I'd just sit back and write essays and keep it simple, but then I wanted the blog to evolve into something truly fun.

I still remember the thought process behind it all. I'm writing a fantasy novel, and wanted a sort of break from the characters. So I remembered a certain character I created named El'Mindeeya Do'Katal. She was created for a video game, and as I played her, I started writing short stories and developing a personality and back... Read More

Baseless criticism is the skeletal left- overs from the feast of envy.

An optimist writer fuels the dying embers of ambition with the rejection slips lying at his feet.

Life and showbiz is like a viking burial at sea...one minute you're on top of the heap...the next minute you're a flamin' hasbeen.

Would you say that Alaska is a thaw point amongst our scientific community?

I got so sick of chasing that little arrow thingy around on my laptop that i found it easier to chuck the mouse back in its ferris wheel and just move the laptop around. Ahhh! i hear you say...how... Read More

The joys of making a trip to the park.

There are dome creepy looking people and some that look pleasant.

Families playing ball with their kids, couples having picnics or just holding hands while they stroll along, some taking rides in carriages, squirrels jumping around and who knew birds eat ice cream?

I had the honor of sharing my cone with one bird and apparently he went, told the others and an army came down next to me.

As for that squirrel, he used me for the nuts on the ice cream, then as soon as he got them all he ran away:)

Then there are the dog walkers:... Read More

I felt light traces of her fingertips, leaving a trail of pleasure long after they found other parts of my landscape to wander. My breathing slows, mind numbs, and a creeping satisfaction, like morning mist rolling down the hillside, fills every low place of my mind. The lows of sadness, footprints of giants pocketing my memory, cupped every delicate drop of her. These lined with the nature and nurture of excruciating experience, crushed me like shells on the shore, the pounding driving me into smaller and smaller pieces. Ah, but the mist of her touch, brought healing in the haze. The troubles... Read More

I was nine the first time I could have died. I was walking our family dog when he all of a sudden saw something interesting out in the field and pulled me into the road. I was hit by a car. Luckily, the driver had paid attention, and guessed that with a dog and a kid near the road, a situation might occur. I got some scrapes and bumps and bruises, but I was okay.

There have been so many moments in my life; moments where a split second decision could have ended my life. But, at age 37, I am still here.

February 13, 2012. Very early in the morning. Around 2 AM. I remember it was... Read More

I wish I could inhabit a place where I can be eternally delimited by the color green—warmth enveloping body and soul. I wouldn’t mind if humidity soaks the dust of this land I dream of; or if perhaps, it is the heat of the dessert what nurtures it… if only I could stretch out my arms and feel this freedom running through my veins all year around.

I live in the land of winds. I am a prisoner of ice; a fire moth trapped within frozen blaze-like fingers made of ice. Iciness and the rawness of a land that’s more accepting than I am. That’s where I shall dwell. If you look outside my... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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