I HATE HAVING A COLD!!!

Ok, my little brother was sick and decided that he shouldn't be the only one feeling crappy, coughing, sneezing, achy head and not being able to rest. So he devised a plan that would shake up the house. This little monkey, started coughing on everyone that came near him... despite the fact that we were trying our best to provide some basic feel good care.

Upon my first cough/sneeze I caulked it up to my allergies - right!? - WRONG! I was sick with a cold... My head, back, body, everything was achy. I had a slight fever and I could hear off in the distance a chuckle from my "CHEEKY" little brother. Not only did he get me sick, but he got My mom, my brother, my boyfriend, and two friends sick as well!!!! He need an ASS WOOPEN! But what can I do... I love him - even if he did make us all sick!

BRAT!!!

THE CALL

Today, August 5th. I cannot understand why my feelings are so diluted. I can remember a tear forming in my eyes. I could feel the frustrations of my isolation from my family; so far away but so near. There I was, just off from work and on my way home. My phone rang very soon after turning it back on; I answered.

My sister, which whom I haven't spoken with in nearly a year contacted me. You see this was an odd day. I worked that morning and the work day came and left as if not much effort was put into it. This day, as like a few days before, I turned off my mobile phone; not so much that I did not want to be reached, but more because it was nice to be unattached to the digital world.

My sister’s voice came across the phone, it was unfamiliar to me. I questioned the authenticity of her voice. "Who is this," I asked, in a firm yet uncompromising manner. "It is me, Bunny, your sister!" My sister... I thought. In a flash, I questioned why she would be calling me from the depths of the blue unknown. Blink! I was back to reality; "What can I do for you!" I uttered.

She did not take much time to responded, yet I could detect a moment of hesitation. It was if time had stopped and the moments that seconds had claimed to be their own were a lie… I know… I had just stolen one of those so very precious moments. I could hear her voice; her lips fixed themselves into the proper position to say... “Daddy is dead!”

After the first syllable fall from her lips, she let loose the words that our beloved father had died. I was jealous and angry that I could not go back in time and stop her from uttering those very painful, disturbing words. That sentence, the phrase that surely would kill me from the inside out and beyond, destroying the psyche of this fragile man.

My mouth laid open, my eyes red, my heart stopped, the sound of traffic became muffled then mute. My lips did not move, but some how words leaped from my tongue and spoke without asking. "What did you say," I asked! "I just wanted to tell you," my sister replied. "Would you like to speak to your cousin Shonda," she asked? Like that of lighting honed in on a target, I replied, "NO!"

IN MEMORY OF MY DAD - SAMUEL JOHNSON
1926 - 2008

SEVEN (7) DAYS

I have seven days until I move to my new home in a new city. I will leave behind friends, family, and a life that I have enjoyed for many years. I have spent many of my last and few days remaining in Michigan with friends, and I have enjoyed every moment. Its been nice to see people smiling and happy that I am taking a leap to try something new and exciting. I have three more days of work, then off to see my family and other friends in a town called Ann Arbor before I leave. Wow... Seven days to go. Tomorrow... well actually today I will visit moms grave... I was going to wait until the anniversary of moms passing, but I figured that day and hour would be used best for my departure date and time. So, in Seven days one hour, twenty minutes, I will be leaving and starting a new chapter of my life. Who knows, maybe the next chapter after that will be in your town?

- Endless Future II -

My passion for you is as deep as the deepest ocean.
My love for you carries me over mountains and into
the terrain of your heart. Your light brightens every
dark hour I've ever had. You contain the seeds of life
that allows us to grow. We both water the flowers of
our friendship. We past nothing nor take anything for
granted. My one time, lifetime, everything, friend. I take
all that you supply and give all that I'm able. I put side
my fears with your help. I break down wall so that we
can see. With your help, I will always be free, never
alone as far I the human soul can see.

Our island

ATTENTION PEOPLE OF THE WORLD. THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING IN A WORLD THAT OFFERS ONLY GREED, ENVY, PAIN, SUFFERING, AND THE ILLUSION OF LOVE OR HAPPINESS.

PACK UP! WE CAN ALL LEAVE NOW. COME TO OUR ISLAND. BRING NO TV'S, RADIO'S BRING NO TECHNOLOGY. BRING YOUR INTELLECT, YOUR BOOKS, YOUR LOVE, YOUR CARE, YOUR OPEN MIND, AND YOUR HEART. WELCOME HOME

The World We Wish

The world can be a crazy and mad place to live in. The world around us challenges even the strongest and most noble of warriors. Many with the best of intent have tried to change the world and their attempts have been met with opposition, criticism, and even anger. Men and Women alike have put their best foot forward to achieve a world of reason. Many visionaries have perished, but not before sowing the seeds of the next generation of visionaries.

These new children of the world are faced with even more adversity than their predecessors. Todays children are born into a world of greater greed, war, global domination, and opportunities that distract them from the truth. This new front in which todays youth are challenged carries a burden unlike that of their fathers, which is all the more reason to be on their guard. For the children of today, the same sword that they wield in battle would be their undoing.

It is unto the children of today--that the fate of our people, our world, hang in the balance. So, who will stand with you? Who will face the guillotine to save the world from itself? Who will melt the world in their hands and to mold it into a world we wish to live in?