EnFree

- EnFree -

The Dead Can Dance fills my head with thoughts of freedom,

freedom of what I ask myself. Because I know that in the

company of my mind, I can never truly be free. So the Dead

Can Dance on.

- Love, Why? -

I think we all hope to obtain love some day and hopefully by someone that truly loves us back. But, how can we ever be sure that the one we believe to be the love of all love is in deed that true love. Why do we want it so bad? The answer is, love can lift, motivate and remove burdens. Love can also crush, destroy, and even cause us to kill. So, why is it that we try so hard to find this ever elusive feeling; this thing that is the end all purpose of mate-dom.

I can say with certainty that I’ve been a fool for love and without the gratifying ending that so many Hollywood films depict. You know the one I'm talking about--with the loving couple that reunite at the end and live happily-every-after. In my mind, it would be the most spiteful of all jokes if the Gods placed love among us for their own personal entertainment. Can you imagine those narcissistic bastards sitting among the heavens watching us rip each other apart, beg for their help to find some reason to fall in love once more and repeat that cycle all over again? So I say; love, Why?

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

work work work!!!

Hey well, it's another day in the little world that is me! :) I have to say that there are a few things that really make me happy. First would be a very cool person that I've met and he's a good guy with an fantastic smile and fabulous sense of humor; YEAH HIM! :)

Anyway, I've been off from work for nearly three months due to some recovery time. But its time to return to the pits of work! Well, maybe not pit, but you get the point. I thought I would have started off with some lite work, but I didn't. I not only started working at my old job, but I went out and got a second job.

Yes, I know some of you may be thinking, "why?" While, I have a goal. That goal is to look at places around the world as a possible destination, a place to live either long-term or short-term. So, I must work like the little/big bee that I am an pay off bills, pay down my debt, and become free of the financial bounds that hold me captive! lol.

I figure by fall of 2009 if I keep to my schedule I'll be at least half down the road that I want. And to make things a bit more exciting, I'm going to a walking adventure , with the another goal of walking off some weight to become a healthier person. Although the salami & cheese sandwich with potato chips this morning didn't help... haha...
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Close Your Eyes

I close my eyes. I cannot see. I put one foot out in front of the other. I can feel the ground beneath me. I can feel something inside of me. Its the feeling of fear, accompanied by excitement and the butterflies in my belly. Its the unknown, you see... No, you don't. But you could. Just close your eyes and walk down your hallway. Close your eyes and try to move and object from one place to another. I really enjoy the sight of no-sight. I love the feeling, the tingle of life that this exercise provides. I think I'm going to keep these feelings, bottle them up, and open them when ever I need that tingling sensation of life!

The Loop!

Now that you've gotten yourself out of bed, walked to the bath room, jumped out of the shower, dressed yourself for work. You had your super quick breakfast or none at all. You head to your 9 to 5, smoke break when you can, time to go, fought the traffic home. You zapped your microwave dinner and stressed over your bills. Now watching American media that lies to you. You watch the commercials that tell you are ugly or fat or stupid or have a small penis or inject this poison into your forehead it will remove winkles.

'NEW FLASH,' the microwave food you just ate has Ecoli. You freak, you try to write down the lot number the News caster announced. You call your physician that you can't afford, because your 9 to 5 doesn't cover Ecoli. You stress even more because now all the hard work that you put into your 9 to 5 seems like a waste, because now your going to die before you can spend it all. For a brief moment you forget about the Ecoli announcement and you ponder who will end up with your money.

Now you feel really sick, and the walls are closing in, and you can't seem to breathe. The lights seem a little darker, and the TV sounds a little less audible, and your stomach seems to bubble and churn. Your faith... Oh, your faith seems to be the only way out. So you pray and you pray and you pray, and you pass out~

You wake many hours later and its morning. You are on the floor where your meal is glued to your face and the acid from your belly leaves the soft flesh of your cheeks sensitive; tender. You don't feel so good, but you get up, go to the bath room, jumped out of the shower, dressed yourself for work, had your super quick breakfast or none at all, you head to your 9 to 5, and you start all over again!

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?