Ukrainian

 Imagine a country ruled by a dictatorship, seeking to control an adjacent land inhabited by people with similar heritage. However, these people desire freedom from the dictatorial regime. A war ensues, and another country provides weapons to aid the oppressed nation in its fight for independence from a dictatorship.  

This narrative bears a striking resemblance to Ukraine's current situation, but it's actually the story of the United States' own struggle for independence. The dictatorship was the UK, and France was the country that provided weapons  and to help the American colonies overthrow their oppressor.

In essence, supporting Russia in the Ukraine conflict is equivalent to supporting the UK during the American Revolutionary War. This stance is fundamentally un-American.

You can't say you are for freedom and Russia at the same time. These two things can't both be true. Who ever attacks first is always the aggressor. 

Now the russia  people  are amazing people  I have many friends from russia. But putin is a dictatorship  who kills anyone who attempts to take his job.

My first Shakespeare

 O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars

Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady:
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need-
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women's weapons, water drops,
Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags!
I will have such revenges on you both
That all the world shall- I will do such things-
What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth! You think I'll weep.
No, I'll not weep.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad! 

Dads Journey

Cars pull up, we park, we are here. The sea is banging against the rocks begging to be noticed. I slowly walk closer to the ocean. Its filled with such life. Smash the waves hit, every color of blue one could imagine all having a party together as they slap on the large ocean rocks. We are here. The place he wanted us all to meet for one final goodbye. We came from as fare away as DC, to Delaware, from Oregon to the little town of Hayfork Ca. As I looked around a tear rolled down my cheek. How beautiful is it that he made us all come together like this to such a wonderful place.It was his one last final act of kindness from a man who even in death could bring such joy to his kids hearts and others. The bags are passed out. We each now get to say goodbye as we slowly put the ashes into the raging blue sea. Each one of us having one last personal conversation with him in our minds. Goodbye Freddie I say. You have made such an impact to my life and you will always be a part of who i am. Allot of people assume when the life leaves the body the person is dead, but in fact they are in the people that were around them there whole lives. Every conversation with a close friend or a tender kiss from a lover or the smiles on your family's face at a family dinner. These are all moments of life recorded in our souls that will live with us forever. It will be passed on again to your kids and loved ones. This is the circle of life. This is what makes it all very much worth it. Love, caring and friendships is what the world is. I love you daddy, good bye for now but hello from within me forever.

She has such a kind soul, almost too kind for this dark black world. She is like a white bunny rabbit running through a dark twisted forest. I am the wolf. I try to devour her. I did devour her. Chomping at her soul bit by bit. She is not helpless but she sacrifices herself to me. This is why she is so amazing. Taking in my pain little by little, as i bite into her soul. Why would someone do this for me. Why do i need to bite into someone soul just to feel loved.

I trust her with my life, trust i did not give to her very easily. Trust I do not give away very often. But she earned my trust with her tears. She paid for my trust with everything she could give. I earned nothing. I just took. I never can trust anyone most of the time. But I trust her completely. She has never let me down even though she had ever right to do so. I tested her oh so many times, expecting her to fail and show me a reason to run. She now has my loyalty for life.

A tear rolls down my wolf of a face. Wanting to hold onto her as long as I can, holding her so tight, knowing she is slipping out of my hands. I know what the true reality is, but she does not. She ignores it for a better world. But maybe her world is better., maybe it is real.

I grab her body again, wrapping it around mine. I caress her body and kiss her so gently on her belly. She sweats all over me and i sweat on her. Two bodies moving in the dark, she mones for me, she grabs my body sinking her fingernails into me, into my soul. I do not want this to end but I see it ending. Not of my doing but of my making. I caused this pain in her and in myself. 

But she still loves me and treats me as a friend. I do not deserve her and not in the sappy romantic movie sense of the phrase. i really do not deserve her. I grab onto her one more time as she gives in to me and takes my anger, push by push, deeper and deeper into her. She yells and gasps. I feel her love in my sex like a shock of lighting frying my heart in a frying pan.

She says I only lust, that I only want to eat her body and to destroy her. This can not be true, for if it is, then I am surly dammed and a lost soul never to be found.I plead for her to find me. But how can she. I can not even find my self.

Tecumseh Poem from Act of Valor Movie

Poem By Tecumseh

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Echos of sounds

Sit back on a chair. Echos of sounds fill my ears, she dances in front of me, her sexy body moves like a beacon of love and life and all things that be. Every movement grabs my souls will. I can not say a word. I stand still. The air fills me with cheap vodka and smoke. My soul ends here. The fork in the road. Do I go east or do I go west. I know my choice will never be forgotten amongst the gods. The sands of time have already decided it. Mans destiny is pre-determine. We just do not know it yet, Or maybe we do but are in denial. We prefer to see a Hollywood movie. The kind with a perfect ending. How sorry are we. Foolish souls grasping for what we think is our life. The lights glare the music dulls the clock ticks. The time is here and now. Life starts today. Its time to move forward. Forget the past and only see the future. Lets get going. Or as Nike says “Just Do It” Now thats a song I can live by.

The Crazy Love

when we meet, disagreement is all around, tempers flair, blood boils, patients linger, but when we make love, the sweet smell of honey fills the air. The touch of her skin makes me quiver, and my heart beat uncontrollably. i know i am not alone in this, i see it in her eyes too. I love her but the pieces do not fit or so i keep telling my self this over and over like i want it this way. Maybe its how we grew up, childhoods all awash in constant thoughts. Maybe we are just too much alike and this splinters the arguments of how we feel, of how we saw our parents treat each other when we were young. I see black she sees white, lets look it up on the Internet and see who's right. When i make love to her though its like seeing god. She turns ever element in my body on like a light in pitch black dark. She pulls it all out of me like no one has been able to do before. I think about her in sweet dirty thoughts. Wishing she would return my thoughts through our modern mating devices of electronics flowing through the air. I dream of holding her naked body around me. the feel her of skin, the smell her her love. I want to grab her and throw her against the wall, bite her ear, pull up her dress and become part of her. How can someone make me feel so good and yet a mess. I guess its over now. She no longer returns my signals, my secrets are no longer safe with her.