tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81683867566403501692024-03-13T08:45:02.348-07:00Tomastomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-61884770496633759382014-12-06T03:45:00.004-08:002014-12-06T03:45:47.631-08:00Good. Morning,<br />
I am writing this with, my tablet Laurel got me for Christmas. It is true the holy days are here. Time to roll out the garlands and make our homes festive and celebrate.tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-91924376319624013722014-12-04T08:31:00.000-08:002014-12-04T08:31:15.553-08:00My New Ebook ReaderGood Morning,<br />
Mom got me a new ebook reader for Christmas.tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-21077247852125313112014-12-02T00:27:00.001-08:002014-12-02T00:27:59.951-08:00I Am Using Good Morning,<br />
We went to Paducah to do some shopping for the holidays and while we were there. Stopped in a store to see if we could update our two phones; we can. Laurel to my surprise came out with a 10 inch tablet for me for Christmas.tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-42034357323271012762014-05-09T04:38:00.000-07:002014-05-09T05:33:49.347-07:00Young Soldier - Empty and Void<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I marched out at the head of the line to help. Behind me came six others, his wife Helen, Officer Jones, Sister Mary, Father McCarty, and his parents John and Marie. We wore the faces of gloom, tired and worn streaks were etched in our brows. When did we give up? What could we do but wait. He had sucked every ounce of humanity from our bones, we had finally given in. He was now doomed to die as he wished, empty and void without regard.</div>
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No one really cared anymore, he would fertilize the earth, and so be it.</div>
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God, we wanted to do more. How did we ever decide to give up? How could it be possible that there could exist a human without hope, lost and void of possibilities? Never in our life had we ever met such a completely void sack of bones.</div>
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We let him walk away, we were dumbfounded, and we had poured humanity into an abyss, leaving us tired and blank. We had lost to an empty shell of a man. He may still be walking somewhere absorbing goodwill from gentle creatures and walking away in his stupor of void, leaving of trail of people that wanted to help.</div>
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If the world would all perish and I would be standing untouched, I would not shed a tear.</div>
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My callus shell would just stand alone. My aura would be all I had to keep me warm.</div>
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What selfish warmth?</div>
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Such a strange world I have placed myself in? An egotistical martyr, with only a mirror to keep me warm.</div>
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There is a mind that does not understand, standing in the corner, out of the way. Looking and searching for answers. Toes turned in, in a shy poise. Waiting for someone to give them the time. There's Johnny by the chairs, broom and dust pan in hand, picking up the pieces of someone else's broken heart.<br />
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The lonely place, the place without thought. </div>
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The closest place to death, no reality. </div>
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Without light or ego. </div>
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Alone without being, no bliss, near death,<br />
understanding nothing, white or black.<br />
No colors to paint or see, no depth or void. </div>
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No awareness or imagination. </div>
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No being to comfort or hate. </div>
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The lonely place. </div>
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No words to even comfort our awareness. </div>
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Blank not even black. </div>
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No place to be.</div>
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<br />tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-26643003229728553222014-05-05T06:26:00.001-07:002014-05-05T06:31:42.519-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-52120746321974283402014-05-03T06:38:00.002-07:002014-05-03T06:38:15.040-07:00A Prayer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vyZnsPHen3xibyMfNs4JSQiUpj5zxz4xC7MvSaEOUdQnAfgAeZDnp5pwO2ZXu_PTK5nlDvuCn3gLdMuGVOBmf_m36n9zZXAkY6tIVdKDas22V2rjH1ymdlUo0n53iMCiRgKt62axHfSG/s1600/1aangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vyZnsPHen3xibyMfNs4JSQiUpj5zxz4xC7MvSaEOUdQnAfgAeZDnp5pwO2ZXu_PTK5nlDvuCn3gLdMuGVOBmf_m36n9zZXAkY6tIVdKDas22V2rjH1ymdlUo0n53iMCiRgKt62axHfSG/s1600/1aangel.jpg" height="139" width="320" /></a>Good Morning,<br />
Our neighbor just passed away.<br />
The kittens slept with me last night.<br />
I feel good.<br />
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I did learn in the 1960's that "wanting" was very unhealthy sometimes. I have kept my needs on day basis. I let the money pile up as I have no use for it. The planet spins its tale of wanting what I have as they scrape a few coins away.</div>
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I cannot teach the thought, it has to brighten our day as an illumination.</div>
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I have no answer and I do write them down. In the 1960's they said Yin and Yang and Far Out. People die in agony wanting more from the planet. </div>
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People are angry because I just sit and write. Where is the bread you should be baking? I did slave and it hurt my body so I sit and compose. The world flame just swirls around my being. I have compost and a pool, quiet and a kitten.</div>
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tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-59851648489350590642014-05-02T16:23:00.004-07:002014-05-03T07:22:07.876-07:00Greed Likes Money<div style="text-align: justify;">
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This is all part of that lopsided state of the union the<br />
planet has going on at the moment.<br />
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A one time our investments were steel to build bridges and stone to build roads. We did not go astray, power corrupted the wealthy and they hide their money in far away places.<br />
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tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-11753060055614356152014-04-20T06:35:00.001-07:002014-04-20T06:40:07.086-07:00Easter Sunday<div style="text-align: justify;">
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A Jew was prosecuted</div>
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So how did we get to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_Bunny">Easter Bunny</a>? </div>
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"The practice of decorating eggshell is ancient, pre-dating Christian traditions.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_egg#cite_note-pre-Christian-6"></a> Ostrich eggs with engraved decoration that are 60,000 years old have been found in Africa.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_egg#cite_note-7"></a> Decorated ostrich eggs, and representations of ostrich eggs in gold and silver, were commonly placed in graves of the ancient Sumerians and Egyptians as early as 5,000 years ago.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_egg#cite_note-8"></a> </div>
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The custom of the Easter egg, however, originated in the early Christians of Mesopotamia, who stained eggs red in memory of the blood of Christ, shed at his crucifixion. The Christian Church officially adopted the custom, regarding the eggs as a symbol of the resurrection; in A.D. 1610, Pope Paul V proclaimed the following prayer: </div>
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Although the tradition is to use dyed or painted chicken eggs, a modern custom is to substitute chocolate eggs, or plastic eggs filled with confectionery such as jelly beans. These eggs can be hidden for children to find on Easter morning, which may be left by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_Bunny">Easter Bunny</a>. They may also be put in a basket filled with real or artificial straw to resemble a bird's nest."</div>
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There is a history and I glanced over it. At an early age I went on Easter egg hunts. My parents would buy me a complete set of new clothes, socks underwear, white shirt, new tie, new belt, new shoes, new suit and a new haircut. They would do the same for my sister plus a new Easter bonnet. We would be shiny and cleaned and we would go to Sunday Mass. After church we would go on the Easter Egg Hunt, Some eggs would be filled with confetti. </div>
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I was always at fault for humanities failures.</div>
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Times change.</div>
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I pray that folks in the old countries do not act like gods that sacrifice bodies to god. God listens, man does not.</div>
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tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-9208833885642297822014-04-15T07:33:00.001-07:002014-04-15T07:49:46.772-07:00On NARFE Western Kentucky<div style="text-align: justify;">
The <b><u>N</u></b>ational <b><u>A</u></b>ctive and <b><u>R</u></b>etired <b><u>F</u></b>ederal <b><u>E</u></b>mployees members in Western Kentucky are old and tired. We as a group have worked hard for the Federal Government and have aged nicely. We now belong to <u style="font-weight: bold;">NARFE</u> and continue to fight for our benefits (retirement and healthcare).</div>
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The government as a whole finds us to be a burden (we worked hard and earned our benefits) and is finding ways to put us to sleep and quiet our fight. Taxes pay for our benefits. "NO NEW TAXES" are shouted from the rooftops so Congress as I said, "wants us to go away."</div>
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NARFE as a group is trying to tell the young lions to join us but they have other concerns and are not worried about their health or retirement funds.</div>
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As a group we at NARFE are getting so old that it is an effort to just get up in the morning. Asking us to join the fight and go to a meeting is almost impossible.</div>
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So we shout on the rooftops and soapboxes and yell at our nephews to please, "HELP US!"</div>
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<br />tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-80346496892931236042014-03-28T06:51:00.004-07:002014-03-28T06:53:31.748-07:00a certain amount of bias<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">There is a certain amount of bias that I am categorized as being part of. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I am free to be as long as I do not belong to that niche, that higher sense of being. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Why do I feel flawed? I do seem to be placed in that category. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Why am I pigeon holed into that slot that does not belong here or there? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I am not white nor am I black. I can write or I cannot write. I am good looking or I am not. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I am friendly or I am not. I am too sensitive or I am not. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I am very cold or I am not. Am I to extreme? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I thought that learning to live as a being allowed me to live on this planet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Who painted the picture that framed our guidelines? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Is it I who have moved my thoughts to the extreme or </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">am I just blasé, a neutered guard standing in the background. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I do not know but I do not think that I will change? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">I can never stand on that line perfectly still; I will swirl to one side or the other. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Pastels and hard tack, paint it simple and stick it into the mind. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">Your mind will always be bombarded if you move into this space. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">You will be put into your place on this planet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;">You will arrive above your feet looking out at your view. </span></div>
tomdennis2013@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180070577471954244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168386756640350169.post-45163148873434882012014-03-28T05:54:00.000-07:002014-03-28T06:23:54.318-07:00The Subject of Religion Came Up<div style="text-align: justify;">
The Subject of Religion Came Up as it was mentioned in our Constitution. Christianity is not the religion of our Constitution here is the United States.</div>
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Our founding father knew that the early settlers in the 13 colonies were persecuted because of their beliefs in religion and were sent here so as not to bother the Kings of Europe. So our founding fathers wrote in our Constitution that religion was not to be incorporated in our way of governing. They also said we could believe as we pleased about Religion.</div>
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"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."<br />
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I have evolved.<br />
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">The sun and its light will warm the deepest part of the earth.<br />There is a place in the kitchen for "this mind".<br />"This mind" is yours if you want it that way.<br />Whatever you decide is all right with the wording of this document.<br />There is a place at this desk for your mind. No matter what we do. We are capable of seeing the person that we are.<br />We are capable of being enlightened by just being on the job or on the floor. Walking or driving, sitting or standing, picking the fruit or writing the review, it does not matter. As long as the sun shines in our environment it will enlighten our being.<br /><br />Those rays of light are there to enlighten us in our darkest hour.<br />Is it that simple?<br />Yes all of those religious documents speak in the most simple of terms and they are to the point.<br />So if we are here at the computer or at the seashore it matters. Lights sparkles our daylight and warms our days. When we sleep at night we have a hope that the next day will be brighter than today. Our dream is always of being enlightened by the good news that is deposited in our paths tomorrow. That is faith.<br /><br />We can chant or move our senses closer to death or to the point of nothing. There is a moment where death is on one side of nothing and light is on the other side. Most folks will choose the light. Your senses will see the light, discover the moment, and be. Words that were far away will be very close. And the phrase "and the word was god" will be understood; the moment that Buddha was there you will understand. The moment that Jesus said, "Father forgive them; for they know not what the do" you will understand. You will understand the simplicity of Gandhi and why he weaved the cloth or started Tolstoy Farm.<br /><br />So wherever you are at, you are there, deposited in the space provided by your life, believing in whatever suits your fancy.<br />Logic will move your mind to different spheres or realms of thought but you will always be in the light whether you are alive or buried in the deepest part of the earth.<br />The sun and its light will warm the deepest part of the earth.</span></div>
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Levi's down around their ...... Rolled up Levi's, Bombers and Penny Loafers, a lot smirks. </div>
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Normal teens.</div>
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