Transcendence–A Wanderer’s Prayer–

Transcendence


DriftingMy soul doth wonder.
Never knowing what is to be, or not to be.
Is the story of THE Light, Truth,
Or, just an Ode from a tune played among the Ancients.

I seek thee thy wisdom oh keeper of the masses.
Grant that thine eyes be restored,
And my mind renewed through the power of thy Grace,
Grant me this oh Heavenly Hosts,
Let me FEEL thy love, feed my quest, and restore my wisdom.

The Feeding

Darkness found the castle like worms to a crypt, I was alone. The gnawing of my stomach breathed life into my weary bones, I was hungry, and I needed blood.\

Slowly, the cover of my sarcophagus rose, and fresh air flooded my aching lungs. It was time to hunt. It had been days since my last kill, and the cravings drove me like the winds in a hurricane. Surveying the castle, only remnants from my past victims could be seen.

Hunger tugged at my being, it was time to eat. Transforming into bat form, I flew away into the night searching for fresh blood. My mind wandered as the search continued. Remembering my first time; how strong the cravings were, my teeth hungry for my victim, catching her neck and having my teeth sink deeply into her soft cavity, sucking her blood until she was no more. Satiated, the need fulfilled, I flew back to the castle and awaited daylight to slumber once again.

It had been two hundred years since my first kill, yet it seemed like yesterday. Feeding usually was required at least twice a month, the thing is, what had once seemed like a brutal way to feed, now became nothing more than a way of life, my need to survive.

Suddenly, in a garden below, I spotted my next meal. She was a beautiful young thing, dressed in her nightgown, swinging from a chair swing in her Gazebo.


It almost seemed a shame to violate this lovely creature, yet, Nature required it. Swooping down, I changed back into my charming self. Creeping ever so quietly, I caught her from behind as I sank my teeth deep within her veins.

Watching her become faint from exanguanation, I could no longer withstand her beauty. Brushing my hands across her breasts, I felt her lovingly as I drew the last drop from her limp body. It was done, my need had been quenchedUntil the next time…

Until Later…

Giggle Time–The Tea Party–

>ONLY A GRANDMOTHER WOULD KNOW…

> A Cup of Tea

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> Grandma was out, and my Grandpa was in charge of me
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> I was maybe 2-1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little ‘tea set’ as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys.a
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> Grandpa was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of ‘tea’, which was just water.
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> After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Grandma came home.
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> My Grampa made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was ‘just the cutest thing’!
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> Grandma waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Grandpa, and she watched him drink it up.
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> Then she said, (as only a Grandma would know),
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> “‘Did it ever occur to you the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?

How To Heat Up Your Love Life

 How many of us out there can honestly say we wouldn’t like a little more spice in our love lives; and NO, I’m NOT talking about sprinkling a little salt and pepper over your bodies.

Here’s a couple sure fire ways to amp up the old sex glands and start humping like rabbits on crack. First off, if you are single and LOOKING for love, the number one place to meet your soul mate isGuess where? Did you guess the bars or clubsBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!

Nope, the number one place to meet interesting people is at either at school, or at work. A close second is through friends.  Now, let’s say you don’t work, OR go to school, AND, you have no friends. If this IS the caseYOU’VE GOTTA GET OUT MORE!!!

Other popular meeting places are, the supermarket or Laundramats.  Yup, the key here is to pretend that you are a naive guy/gal who NEEDS advice about something. How do I pick out a good melon, or what kind of Steak should I buy? In a Laundromat, “Should I use Bleach on this”, or, “Can I wash darks with whites?” The MORE naïve the better.

These are good icebreakers and will help start a long, and hopefully a more meaningful conversation. The longer the conversation, the more likely you are to get a date, and then, well, Nature will just take its course.

If, on the other hand, you already HAVE a significant other, but have been a little estranged recently, the best thing that you can do is LOSE YOUR SMART PHONE. Remember I was talking about conversation above, today we are just WAY too focused on our cell phones.

CALL your significant other and have a conversation. Believe me on this, there is NOTHING that will bring you closer together than to have a conversation with each other. The average couple speaks less than 400 words per day to their significant others. This indeed is a shame.

Psychologists and Psychiatrists both agree, the more couples engage in a one on one meaningful conversation with each other, the better their sex lives, REGARDLESS the rigors of their daily routines.
What can we take away from all of this, LOSE those phones, and re-engage again VERBALLY with your spouse. You’ll be GLAD you did…

Until Later…

Poetry By Sue–The Withered Branch

The Withered Branch
Do not weep for me my dying Oak,
For I still stand tall among the trees.
Do not be dismayed that I tilt and bend,
For I remain strong among my peers.

Yea, though I have but a withered form,
There is strength within my marrow.
Seek my council, Let me shadow thy ears,
For within age, there grows wisdom.

Let me be thy mentor, circle me with thy branches,
For within these feeble limbs, there grows knowledge.
Use me, grow new branches from MY infirmity,
And forever seek the Call of Nature’s Wisdom.

Giggle Time–MURDER AT THE WAL-MART…


MURDER AT THE WAL-MART…


Tired of constantly being broke and stuck in an unhappy marriage, a young husband decided to solve both problems by taking out a large insurance policy on his wife, with himself as the beneficiary, and then arranging to have her killed.
A ‘friend of a friend’ put him in touch with a nefarious dark-side underworld figure who went by the name of ‘Artie.’

Artie then explained to the husband that his going price for snuffing out a spouse was $5,000.

The husband said he was willing to pay that amount, but that he wouldn’t have any cash on hand until he could collect his wife’s insurance money.

Artie insisted on being paid at least something up front, so the man opened his wallet, displaying the single dollar bill that rested inside. Artie sighed, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly agreed to accept the dollar as down payment for the dirty deed.

A few days later, Artie followed the man’s wife to the local Super Wal-Mart store. There, he surprised her in the produce department and proceeded to strangle her with his gloved hands and as the poor unsuspecting woman drew her last breath and slumped to the floor
The manager of the produce department stumbled unexpectedly onto the murder scene. Unwilling to leave any living witnesses behind, ol’ Artie had no choice but to strangle the produce manager as well.

However, unknown to Artie, the entire proceedings were captured by the hidden security cameras and observed by the store’s security guard, who immediately called the police. Artie was caught and arrested before he could even leave the store.

Under intense questioning at the police station, Artie revealed the whole sordid plot, including his unusual financial arrangements with the hapless husband, who was also quickly arrested.

The next day in the newspaper, the headline declared…

(You’re going to hate me for this .…)

‘ARTIE CHOKES 2 for $1.00 @ WAL-MART!!’


Oh, quit groaning! I don’t write this stuff, I receive it from my warped friends and then send it on to you!

Why Are We So Obsessed With Time

Why are we so obsessed with time? No matter where you go, that’s all you hear about. Time is money, I don’t have time, time is running out, I’m killing time, don’t waste my time, etc,etc,etc
Everywhere there are clocks, watches, and every other thing known to man to be able to “Keep the Time.” My question isWHY??? Do you think that the Universe is keeping track of USNO!!! So why then, are we so time driven?
We can’t DO anything about it, we can’t CHANGE it, make it STOP, Slow it down, TRAVEL through it, or for THAT matter, even be sure if we have the CORRECT time, so WHY BOTHER???
Life will go on WITHOUT keeping time. We will still get older, Night will STILL become day, and the Universe will just happily and merrily roll along WITHOUT us timing it.
Think about THIS, I say we give up our watches, hide the clocks, and just go with the time that Nature has us set on. No more scheduled 40 Hr. work weeks or longer, no more getting up at 6, 7, or 8, and RUSHING like madmen/women to get to work.
 I say, we get up when we feel rested, work until either the job is completed, OR we are tired and need rest. NATURES way!!! This way, the job will STILL get done, AND, you won’t get all stressed out because you had to DO it by a certain TIME.
In doing this, we will all be less stressed, more well rested, and better functioning Human beings. Think about it, NirvanaNow doesn’t THAT sound a lot better than what we are doing now? Less stress, less medical problems, less drugs, just more time to sit back and enjoy life as it should be. Ohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, but I have to cut this blog short because I have a meeting in 10 MinutesLive long and prosper everyoneMUAH!!!
Until Later…

The Blanket of Love

Hold me close.
Let me feel your loving arms close around my shoulders.
Whisper sweet nothings, and let me feel your breath.
Pull me in, touch my lips, move me.

Wrapped within a dream, I must not awake.
My head is spinning, my body, in kind, responds with sensual delight.
Love me on Forever’s path, as I am comforted within your arms…
Stay with me in Heavens glory, and forever, let me bask in thy embrace.

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:
This is not a typical Dear Sooz letter, I do not want any advice nor do I need any. I am writing this because I would like you to pass on to your readers something that may just enrich their lives.
I have a daughter and she is 28 years old. She was always a good girl, smart, and full of life. Always the life of the party, Melissa loved to dance. From the time she was 4, she had always wanted to become a professional ballerina.
One afternoon, she came home all excited and said that she had been invited to a party by a boy that she had had a crush on forever. You should have seen her Sooz, she was smiling, dancing around the kitchen, and was light as air.
That night, all dressed up to the nines, she was picked up and driven to the party. It was at 1:18 AM exactly that our phone rang. Melissa had been on her way home and had been hit by a drunk driver.
Scared to death, her father and I rushed to the hospital, only to find out that both her legs had been shattered, and that she would probably never walk again.
To make matters even worse, she suffered a brain injury, leaving her in a coma. We were sick, the waiting was killing us. The Dr’s said that they were uncertain when, or even “if” she would ever regain consciousness.
Days went by, then weeks, our poor beautiful girl lay helpless in a hospital bed, being fed through a tube, and with us reading to her as her only comfort.
Six months had passed and still no change. Every day we would ask the Dr’s and everyday we would get the same response, “We’re sorry Mr. and Mrs. Jenson, we just don’t know.” We cried, we were angry, we lashed out, we prayed, nothing seemed to help.
Then, one day, around month 7, there was a flicking of her finger followed by the flutter of her eye. Immediately we called in the Dr. and was told that could have just been a nervous reaction, but, that it could also be a sign of  stronger brain activity. Bottom line, 2 days later, my little girl was back, weak, but back.
Two years later, after several months of rehab. my daughter was walking again. Each and every day her legs got stronger and she was “determined” to dance again. Day in and day out she would exercise her legs until she got to the point where she was able to dance again.
Five years later, well, she is not a professional ballerina, but, she does have, and runs her own dance studio, specializing in the training of ballerinas. Her life has turned around full circle, and we as parents are certainly proud and grateful.
It just shows what can happen through prayer, and determined dedication. I sincerely hope this will help others who may be fortunate enough to help overcome some of the disabilities in their lives, and show that hope, is always something to hold on to.
Proud Parents in Minnesota

Dear Proud Parennts:
I sincerely thank you for your letter and will indeed pass it on to others. You’re right, hope IS a strong motivator…

A Walk Among The Tombstones–Movie Review–

Stars: Liam Neeson, Dan Stevens, and Brian Bradley
Directed by: Frank Scott
In Theaters everywhere
Running Time: 1 HR 57Min.

Liam Neeson stars as Mathew Scudder, a retired alcoholic cop, now doing P.I. work anywhere he can. When he is hired by a drug dealer, (Dan Stevens), to help find the men who kidnapped and murdered his wife, Mat. Initially declines the 40K offer, but later decides to help after he learns how brutally she was tortured and killed.
Along the way, he runs into a homeless kid, (TJ), played by Brian Bradley, who tags along for the ride as a little comic relief in this action driven, violent film. Believe me, you NEED TJ here to help break up some of the tense, hand gripping, teeth grinding moments in this movie.
Neeson, 62, STILL does a wonderful job of playing this lonesome, rough and tough character. No way you are gonna stop this hard hitting, determined PI to get his man.The bad guys on the other hand, seem to always be one step ahead, and do whatever they can to thwart this smart PI.
Lots of twist and turns and some exciting hair on your head type moments. All in all, this is one I would definitely catch.