tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237486042011-11-27T19:04:29.211-06:00Sometimes the simplest of thoughts become our strongest motivators and become the basis for change . . . that's why I'm a writer and a poet. To share their dreams and capture their stories.Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.comBlogger2851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-65639383642969926272008-04-09T23:57:00.001-05:002008-04-10T01:07:26.027-05:00

The Puppet Master . . . What do you think about “The Puppet Master” for the title of my fourth book? My notes are growing by the day . . . I just can’t stop until I piece it all together . . . And last night I fell upon the Why? . . . Soon I’ll explain the video at the top of Dreams, and blood diamonds . . . Can you say Conspiracy?Ever wonder why we think certain words are bad? Liberal, Communism

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And It Started With Nixon . . .CANCER-FREE . . . My baby boy is still CANCER-FREE. He is recovering from Lung Surgery. He went under the knife for a supposed growth in his lungs . . . They took out good portion of one lung . . . And found nothing!!! That was a week ago. He was in the hospital four days. He’s doing great and recovering quickly . . . But I’m tired as hell. Stress has worn me out .

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Everything is connected . . . For sometime I have been saying that everything is connected . . . In my study of the human character I have found that to be true.Bear Stearns continued . . . Now the FED wants more power . . . They call them tools . . . Who controls the stock market? Who controls interest rates? When interest rates go up the stock market goes down . . . When interest rates go down

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Through the mist comes uncertainty . . . Through the mist comes uncertainty. Ever wonder why each of us has this innate desire to procreate? A need to pass the torch to another . . . It’s as normal as eating and when someone can’t, we feel their pain . . . Raising children gives us more than it takes. We learn to give, learn to forgive and learn to see the world through the eyes of what it could

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Happy Easter . . . A friend made a comment about Dreams . . . “I see you’re getting into politics.” And it woke me up, slightly. I just thought it was time to open up and explain . . .I never intended Dreams to be political, but then the world is at a crossroads. It’s always at a crossroads of sorts. But today I have to take pause and act when I see something or someone I deem as special. And of

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Dad is a Racist . . .It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to admit to myself. But it’s true . . . He just laughs it off as if I am nuts. I’m not laughing . . .Somewhere along the way, I broke out, became my own man. Maybe one day as a country we’ll be able to put it all behind us? I hope very soon . . . I know why I’m not prejudice . . . I grew up on the playground. There was no color there,

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Today We Have A Choice . . . For the past twenty plus years, our American Values have been eroded. They have been ground away by scandals and poor decisions by our leaders. We share a void, an emptiness of despair. We sit on the brink of a great abyss. Will we continue wallowing on that path, I wonder?Today we have a choice . . . We can believe the old guard, with their messages of hatred and

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Investors Are So Stupid . . . And the research for my fourth book continues . . . Remember, every thing is connected. There are no coincidences . . . Hell no one could make this CRAP up. It’s just too good. First off, this is not the post I was planning . . . I was going to tell you about De Beers and Sierra Leone, Charles Taylor’s connection to you know who . . . But then this Spitzer thing

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Republic or Democracy . . .?While researching my fourth book, "Legions of the Fall", I disclosed some startling truths . . . These truths I am considering building my plot around. A question is haunting me. Is my beloved country, really a Republic, not the Democracy, I perceived it to be? What I found shocked even me, the cynic . . . For the U.S. to be a Democracy there needs to be two parties

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The Truth Sits . . . The truth sits stagnant right before our eyes. The Nixon years have never left us. Those players rose in ranks of groups the Elite hold and we the people have unknowingly followed their lead all these years. Why would a Democratic President’s policy be almost the same as our current Chief?Ever wonder why the world never stops fighting wars? It’s not what you think . . . It

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The Illuminati . . .Wow, it’s been a while . . . After finishing my book, Sins of a Father, I have been on a mission. Research for another book, I’m reading everything I can find. You wouldn’t believe where it’s taken me. I started looking into the existence of secretive organizations, I found so many throughout the ages . . . And then I started to ask myself why? I have a theory, now.Then I read

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What One Thing Changed Your Life Forever?If you’re like most of us, you might not know . . . That’s when I would say to you, it’s time for you to get to know yourself. Start by asking the tough questions . . . Am I happy? Who am I? What have I accomplished? Write down your thoughts . . . Keep a journal. Last week, I didn’t blog . . . I took the time to collect my thoughts. I read a lot and wrote

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It’s That Time AgainEvery year at this time I sit down and evaluate my goals. I have done a lot in my fifty years. And this year I’ll share my goals with you . . . For me . . . 2007 was a great year.1. My youngest son is Still CANCER-FREE.2. My oldest son got married and I have a great daughter-in-law. She’s going to school to be a Pharmacist; she’ll have a Pharm-D. Their version of a PHD. Cool.3

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And A Star Shined Brightly Overhead “Peace and Goodwill to all men.” Those words have always echoed in my mind. As a boy growing up in a small town, I was not protected from the outside world. Every night as we ate dinner it managed to scale the walls I had built to hide behind. From halfway across the world from rice paddies in the delta, came the gruesome black and white images of

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Thoughts Of ChristmasLast night, I went to see A Christmas Carol. We go every year. It’s our only real family tradition. The rest just isn’t ours . . . The production was good but I didn’t cry. As a writer that’s the first thing I learned to do. I can make people cry without even trying and so of course I had to analyze the production . . . And I know why, I know what needed to be done

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-45118899333690107812007-12-18T17:16:00.001-06:002007-12-18T17:16:20.984-06:00

Do you read blogs?Ok before you read any further . . . If you use this . . . Make sure my sites are the first you add to Google Reader . . . . . . Now You May Continue . . . I have over 3000 friends and until recently have had no way to read many of their blogs. That is until now. I use Google Reader and each time my friends update, I automatically read their blogs. You may have noticed a Google

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An Act of Kindness . . . Kindness lives on . . . My Dream Lives. The other day, my wife noticed a young couple ordering at Denny’s . . . They had a small baby. Babies are a money eating machines. Everything they have to have is so ridiculously high priced.Their order went something like this;“How much is the burger and fries?” asked the girl. “…We don’t have enough for that,” said the youthful

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Well It’s Done . . . December 14, 2007, another dream has reached fruition. My novel, Sins of the Father is finished . . . I even typed those joyous words, THE END.I have yet to have my Montecristo Cigar and a glass of Scotch . . . I’ll do that tomorrow. Four years in the making, 621 pages double spaced, over 109,000 words. And now it’s done. It meets my approval. I never thought this day would

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It’s a time of peace . . . Today I received an email . . . It wasn’t so much a hateful thing but it incited this feeling of separation. You see it was a Christmas card of sorts wishing a Merry Christmas. It went something like this . . .To All My Democrat Friends:Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially, responsible,

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To my distaste another meme post . . .To my distaste, dislike and my no good nature . . . Daring Darling Debbie of NE Lighthouse has meme’d me! I’ll get you my pretty . . . Debbie you just caught me on a bad night . . . Just a couple of weeks and my book, Sins of a Father, will be done. Only four years in the making, four years. But I won’t let you down, you are my friend . . . Thanks for being

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Half Dollar Size SnowflakesSorry, Ramblings on the wires. Enter at your own risk . . . Have you ever gazed on half dollar size snowflakes? Have you ever wondered if it would ever stop? The schools are closed, but businesses remain open . . . Ever wonder why?In fifty years I can’t remember flakes so big . . . Yup, it’s snowing again. We have about ten inches on the ground and growing by the minute

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-13321371429379241142007-12-10T14:21:00.001-06:002007-12-10T14:21:12.914-06:00

Not Quite THE END, But My Dream Lives I have found my bliss again . . . You won’t believe where? Between 12:00am and 4:00am, that’s where. I’m writing again. I’m writing for real. Real words, similes, metaphors and poignant thought . . . This is what I meant, when I wrote I had lost something. No more, IT HAS BEEN FOUND. My life seems so crazy, compared to everyone else. But then I live a

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My Favorite PostsI have been blogging for almost two years with a personal break in between. Life had raised its ugliness and I had to respond. No parent should have to go through any thing like that and yet we do . . . And all I can suggest afterwards is, just maybe we’re supposed to learn from our pains. And maybe the goal is to be better people. For me, the end of the year has always been a

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-63628370547551923142007-12-07T23:40:00.001-06:002007-12-07T23:52:10.467-06:00

meme tag . . . mybloglogI am really bad at this meme stuff . . .Heather has tagged me for meme . . . Thanks Heather. I have put everything off and now it’s time to do it . . . I am to list 7 random and/or weird facts about myself . . . hmmm.1. I currently have only one Rhode Island Red – that’s a chicken to you non-farmer types . . . I wrote about her in my blog. Slippery Miss2. Writing, real

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Always Searching . . . I’m a writer always looking for a story. Always searching for hope of tomorrow’s yet to come. Today I found it in of all places, CNN . . . I live a strange and wild schedule in my writing life. I usually go to bed at 3:00 am. Today, the dog thought he wanted to go out and so I found myself drinking hot chocolate and watching T.V. at 4:00. But something stirred me to stay up

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I have lost somethingI have lost something . . . I fear it never was mine alone. I’ve searched everywhere and still it seems to allude me. My words don’t come as they used too. Now they come the same as all the others . . . I wonder have I sold my soul for something that doesn’t exist. The poetry doesn’t sing anymore and still I hack at these keys. Something has gone from my words . . . I must

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Wild Chicken Cornered in Neighbors Garage . . . . B r e a k i n g . N e w s . . . S l i p p e r y . M i s s . t h e . R h o d e . I s l a n d . R e d . h a s . b e e n . c a p t u r e d . . . . Yesterday after a four month chase, slippery miss the Rhode Island Red was captured in a suburban garage. For four months this cagey bird led coop authorities on a vehement chase

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The Best Tradition Ever . . . Happy Birthday, my Friend. Today is the birthday of my best friend. I have known him since our parents forced us to go to dancing lessons. That was thirty-seven years ago. Have a great day friend . . . The Christmas madness is back . . . I do my best to stay away from it and do my own thing. Every Christmas I try and write a Christmas story. I’ve got two different

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-16602429769580195852007-12-01T17:30:00.001-06:002007-12-01T17:30:28.569-06:00

Winters Back In The North . . . Today we got the first taste of winter, snow. It came down so fast. I put off cleaning my gutters, heck I’ve put off everything . . . I’m a blogger without a life. So it was raining down snow and I was two floors in the air chopping at the ice and leaves in the gutters. And it was a wet snow by the time I finished I was soaked clean through. By then we had three

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Words Are My Life . . . I have always been a reader. I have always believed in education. Today I’m a poet because of it, a writer of words. My words don’t end in a lion’s cage. I grow, I learn with every key I type. That’s what writers do. I have been busy with my novel, Sins of a Father, soon, so very soon. And yet it’s hard to open that door, to release it from my grasp, my son, my daughter

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-1308067790352949182007-11-28T18:15:00.001-06:002007-11-28T18:19:55.783-06:00

Two Years Ago, I Started On A Journey . . . Two years ago, I started on a journey. I started writing my second poetry book, “Sleepless Nights”. It is a culmination of everything I hold dear, everything I love. It started with words, late nights and tired days. And in its midst, I had to stop for a battle of sorts, no it was a war . . . The kind no parent wants to have, no parent should have,

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-39759036901087700632007-11-27T14:01:00.001-06:002007-11-27T14:01:28.256-06:00

Just Talking About Writing . . . I love talking about writing . . . But not many around me understand what I’m saying. But that’s not unusual for me, I was a computer geek before we were called geeks . . . I fit in somewhere between the slide rule guys and pocket protector clan . . . Back then we were respected almost as if we were engineers and we were. I wrote many of the systems that were in

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What Makes A Writer, A Writer . . . What do you think makes a writer, a writer? It’s simple really . . . Do you write? Do you write with passion? Do you write everyday because . . . Because you have to? Do you write for fame, fortune or something else? I have always written for something else . . . Money has never driven me, fame I’m afraid of. I’m afraid fame will keep me from what I love, keep

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-40880517781232890412007-11-24T12:56:00.001-06:002007-11-24T12:56:52.540-06:00

Dreams and Harry PotterEveryone has dreams. Everyone has dreams that come true. The real difference is those you seek. J.K. Rowling wanted to be a great writer. And her last book achieved that. So many readers would say she did from the very beginning, insinuating that money was reward enough . . . It’s not. J.k. Rowling knows, she knows Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was her crowning glory

Dan Hanoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032811950568408535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748604.post-9765094518349742722007-11-23T00:03:00.001-06:002007-11-23T00:03:54.872-06:00

I must be nuts . . . Your going to think I’m nuts, but yesterday we went home to get ready for Thanksgiving. . . . Let me set the back story, our family is spread out throughout the United States like everyone these days and my wife is the one that cooks the meal. We live in Wisconsin and travel two hours to Illinois. This year, we went down the day before so she could get ready, make pies and

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Thanksgiving Dreams . . . Thanksgiving is more than just delicious golden brown Turkeys stuffed with delectable morsels. More than potatoes of every kind smothered with gravy, squash cut in two filled with butter and brown sugar, cranberries cooked sour and sweet. It’s more than the pie, pumpkin fresh and warm, topped with fresh whipping cream. Thanksgiving Dreams are more than just sharing food

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Do You Believe In Tomorrow’s Yet To Come . . . ?I’m a believer. I like to keep some things private . . . But let me say, my Bible sits on my desk. Right next to my dictionaries, English, Spanish, Italian and French, right next to a golden bust of Abraham Lincoln and that’s all you need to know. Some things are better left said through my actions. Through the choices I have made or will make. And

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Who stole my Faith?What is faith? Do you have it? Is it belief or something more? Is it religion, spiritual enlightenment or something intrinsic to every living thing?When anyone mentions faith two sides of a coin begin to clamor for thoughts, words of the spiritual divide. But I wonder if faith is truly merely a core value for tomorrow’s strength . . . Far outside the realms of the spiritual,

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Dreams Are Yours To Share: Live your Dreams Today I ask the readers to vote on the 1st Dreamers IN Motion Contest . . . Seven individuals have ventured out of the shadows to show us that hope lives within each of us. The hope for tomorrow is alive . . . Each person has made a difference in our world and for that I am very proud. Each has taken a small step for us and you should feel the chill.

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The Lions and the Lambs . . .meme Tag . . . What’s it all about?The Mission . . . You are being tagged by dhanosh for the 7 Things About Me You Might Not Know meme. Your mission is to write on your blog 7 things that few people know about YOU. And then pass the tag on to 7 others . . . Dreams are yours to share. DanThe Social Bunnies . . .1. debbit . . . Bird on a Wire 2. Thanate . . . Anti

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The World Isn’t Just About Me The Sun Will Always Shine Tomorrow . . . , . . I am looking for seven interesting people to link their site with Dreams . . . Look guys you need to be interesting enough for me to want to know you. I’m looking for characters. Sure some of you are good looking, but that’s not what I’m looking for . . . So sorry, Good Bye. Now for those that live an

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To Have Readers Or Money, That Is Our DilemmaBloggers have to make choices, tough choices. If you want readers, then write quality, informed and well written posts. If you want money become an expert blogger and sell how to make money on the internet to millions . . .The Search Engines are your newspapers, they are your links to wealth . . . Master them. And if you’re a writer be careful what you

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How about being a part of something bigger? Bloggers With Integrity Award . . . Dreams has been awarded the Bloggers With Integrity Award. Thank you, Nom de plume The Poetress, Binding Ink III. I will display it proudly as a symbol to live and die by.In a world that has all but lost its credibility this award shines above as if it came from the heavens . . . Integrity is a not just a word to

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You Make Me Smile . . . Yesterday I was awarded the You Make Me Smile Award. KS BornThank you Moonshadow, I am truly honored. I will hang it proudly on Dreams Are Your To Share for all to see. Thank you so much.It has been a busy two days and I am finally able to move this Award onto 10 others who deserve it more than I . . . Each of the following have made me smile in their own special way,

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Yesterday Was Amazing . . . First let me thank all the Veterans for the sacrifices. It always important to be thankful to those men and women . . . For without them we would not be here . . .Yesterday, I think I spent more minutes on the phone than I had in the rest of the year combined. Being my Birthday, turning the big 5 0 and it was so nice to hear from family, friends and especially my new

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Half a Century in the MakingFirst, please play the Dream Catcher Song at the top, while you read . . . Calling All Angels is a favorite of mine, as is Lenny Kravitz. Enjoy . . . Today I turn 50 . . . That’s right, The BIG 5 0. I don’t feel old . . . Inside I just never grew up. I still do the same things, those things I did when I was seventeen. I still act the same, at least that’s what I tell

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We Need A Gun Toting Kind Of a Man . . . Who do you go to when you have a problem? Who rides in on the twilight, saving the day? John Wayne died, did anyone take his place? Andy Griffith is busy with life . . . Where have we gone? I’m lost . . . In a world of so many how could we feel so alone?I was asked to go to a spiritual discussion group and I joined and now I’m Pending, pending approval . .

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The Fire Continues . . . For ever I was taught that you couldn’t follow your Dreams and have a family, a home, a job, a normal life. It doesn’t have to be that way . . .You can Dream again, you can wake up every day excited to be alive . . . I do. My Dreams were unknowingly put on ice so long ago and then I woke up . . . Today I live everyday as though it is my last. I live everyday knowing I’m

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This may sound very strange . . . Are you afraid to die?What does this have to do with dreams? The truth . . . That’s what we seek. When I was seventeen, I rolled my car. The way I tell it, I talked to the lord . . . And it changed my life forever.And I’ve been fortunate to live on, but truthfully, I’m ready anytime . . . I know this life is only the batters box for the real one. What’s ironic is

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I’m Confused . . . This weekend we celebrated Guy Fawkes day . . . It’s an English thing. Every year we have a bonfire and burn a dummy in effigy. Supposedly Guy Fawkes tried to blowup the house of Parliament . . . A bad thing? . . . Hmmm. Anyway my little buddy, Chris was there, he the co-author of my book Sleepless Nights. Also he is my nephew and friend. Anyway my brother-in-law came up to me

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Celebrating Humankind . . . One Day At A TimeDreams are for sharing . . . I love visiting my friend’s blogs on the internet. They come from all over the world. I love the strange and odd languages and I always try to read them, to learn. I love learning about different cultures, those cultures from different countries, far off lands. And one day I want to walk those lands.And everyday I add

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Dreams Can Come With A Cause . . . As we float through life we set goals and priorities and we can factor in time for others . . . ? Be it joining a service club or helping in the community. Time for others builds character . . . What’s character, anyway? Character is everything that we usually keep to ourselves. It’s those private things that we usually don’t share, but when we do, we grow. How?

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Always Searching For Tomorrows LightI’m afraid my world is changingsinking beneath the waters waves I’m afraid where we’re headed I know where we’ve been we’ve done it all before repeating our failings again and again . . . I ask you why the wrinkled lady of the dark ages wasn’t friendly she kept to herself and they said she threatened the children she just wanted to be left alone . . . and so

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Can Bloggers Make A Difference?Can blogging make a difference, change the world or make your world better? Why not? It just takes hard work and faith. Everyday I find something to augment my blog, to augment my life . . . Friends walk everywhere, maybe they're a little different than myself, but not much . . . I have friends in countries all over the globe and no one ever gets mad when I can’t

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Why Do Bloggers Quit?Happy Halloween . . . Be extra careful driving . . .Why do bloggers quit? I’m not sure exactly . . . Though maybe because it’s a lot of work and there’s very little rewards. But truthfully isn’t that writing . . . ? I’ve come to believe that bloggers are pretty much for themselves, at least that’s what it seems. But that’s not entirely true. Some how we have this notion that

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Careful Dreams IN Motion . . . How does it all fit together? Precisely . . . Like two gears tightly machined. Each cog must ring true. Each cog on the gear fits tightly with its appropriate spot on an opposite gear. The first gear is us, our values, beliefs, loves and dreams and the other, is everyone else and the world . . . Do we fit with everyone else’s beliefs, loves and dreams or are we

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Dreams and the Terror Among Us . . . Everyone knows by now that my message rings true across this great land . . . I’ve tried to keep politics from this blog, but today there looms a darker cloud than one that hit six years ago. Everyone spews out words most of us don’t have a clue what there all about . . . The War Powers Act, The Geneva Convention, The Patriot Act, Homeland Security, Anthrax, 9

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Sharing The Dream . . . I’ve learned that friends aren’t all they’re cracked up to be . . . Still I look for them wherever I can. I look for people from all walks of life . . . I’m a writer of words, I try to understand why they do what they do . . . And many times I just don’t get it. I am a kind of anthropologist. I study people for characters in my books. And all I have to do is mention that,

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The Baggage We Carry . . . Every time my son gets near Children’s Hospital, he gets crazy . . . He instantly changes into an unreal persona of the Hyde long forgotten. It sounds so crazy and yet I know, I know his pain . . . And for me, food is the only antidote to the torture of the past that came to us that Summer in that place. And we’ll never forget . . . And every four months we are reminded

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My Dream Continues . . . Dreams are yours to share has been awarded the The Zubli and Shinade Silver Award . . . Thanks Zubli and Shinade. I am honored. So many times we think our efforts don’t amount to much but truthfully each and every thing we do does . . . So often I tell friends and family, if I could change one person’s view of life and the world, then I’ve made a difference . . . And now

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Where do you go to think?There is a place not far from my home, up the road and down the hill a piece. Too far to walk and yet I would. This place is mine, not mine alone mind you, but through isolation it sits, secluded back in the woods.You have to follow the tar covered path and yet it’s far enough back that few ever travel to see its inner beauty. We have become, too busy to see, too busy to

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What are your Dreams?Has it become just a word like retirement? What does retirement meant to you? Do you really know? So many put off living for a day that never comes . . . Oh they retire, but when do they start living? It doesn’t work that way . . . You can’t turn off life and expect to turn it on again. You have to stop to smell the roses . . . Yep, that’s a cliché. Where on earth do you

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And They Fought For Us . . . Yesterday I ran across a site that had a list of the most prominent people in the fight for Civil Rights . . . Well maybe not the best way to say it, but still it rings true. Here’s the list.Martin Luther King, Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Aung San Suu Kyi, Rigoberta Menchu Tum, The Dalai Lama,

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Woodstock 1969It’s hard to understand what the 60’s were to all of us. It was a time of hate. Vietnam was waging war every night on our TV’s. Our universities had become the center of anti-war protests. Civil right marches turned violent in our cities. In Chicago, the Democratic Convention had gone wild. And the power base took on the people to subjugate and in a field in New York . . . The

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Blogging and Writing . . . Numbers, numbers, numbers . . . That’s pretty much Blogging in a nutshell . . . And its nuts, hoping someone will drop by each day for a visit. Most don’t come back and when they do, they stop when they stop reading your words. That’s fair enough . . . But does Blogging help a writer?It was supposed to be a basis for building from and maybe it is or maybe it’s not. I

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I’m Back . . . My internet connection was down . . . I think the squirrels were enacting revenge on me, bedding down in the lines for the winter. Two days latter finally the phone line is back as is my DSL and so is my motivation. And I’ve been Dreaming . . . Dreaming of a world where everyone enjoys everyone else . . . Just think someone going out of their way for you? All it takes is for you

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Poof . . . There Goes AgainYesterday and still today my SBC DSL Line has been dropping me off the internet, pretty ridiculous in this day and age. So here I am stranded somewhere between normal and FUBAR . . . So I can’t visit sites like I would . . . I can’t post like I normally do. I hope readers understand . . . But it’s just the flip of that proverbial coin and I got tails . . . And if this

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Copyrights, Censorship And Lost SoulsEverything’s floating on the waves of the internet for obvious reasons and yet those of us that write, we become possessive over nothing . . . Vaporware, electronic x’s and o’s, binary Google droppings . . . We’re afraid someone will take our words from us, but can anyone take what we have already gave?The longest running book in print is . . . Everyone knows

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The Gesture . . . What does freedom mean to you? Is it the same for everyone in the whole world or does it mean something different for everyone? Are there exceptions to your thoughts on freedom?What will you give freedom away for? Safety? Love? Money? I value my freedom, more than life itself. I love driving from state to state . . . But today you can if you’re able to pay for the fuel that is.

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Dreams Can Be SharedMy message is simple. Dreams, those goals we often hold high above all others, the ones we use to motivate we can share them with others. So Simple, so powerful and yet many times we don’t, why?Why are we afraid to embrace each other? Why are we afraid to cry? The world is so large and often so scary . . . But it’s not as big as it once was, is it? We can go around it very

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How To Dismantle A War . . . How to dismantle The Hate . . . Hate is a virus. It kills dreams, it kills children, and it kills everything good. We see it on our roads, in our schools, on our city streets, it’s killing us . . . We need to start asking ourselves, does their message ring true? Does it make for a better dream, a better tomorrow? And then we have to act.We’re confused. At times I know

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Do You Stop To Pickup Pennies?Many times I find a penny lying on the ground, maybe a handful of change . . . I pick it up, each and every time.What’s your time worth? Mine is priceless . . . No one can afford me. I have chosen not to work at a job, long ago, I felt cheapened . . . And now when I work, I volunteer . . . It a choice, a value I have set for my way of life, just one of my values. We

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Why do we look for the worst?We don’t trust anymore. Trust, what is trust? Is it the same as faith? Do you look for the good in people?When you meet someone for the first time, do you feel you’re auditioning for them? Sometimes? Never? Can you tell when someone isn’t listening? Have you talked to someone who’s mind is everywhere else but talking to you? Sure it’s rude, but it happens all the time

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Sleepless NightsDreams, loves and Sleepless Nights . . . My dream is and has been to be a writer, a poet. And I am. My words are from the heart. I write of loves, joys and mystic times, what is and what could be. I write stories about people for people to see, to feel . . . I can make anyone cry a soulful cry and I learned to make them smile also. I have lived through another time as chaotic as

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Life’s a Norman Rockwell paintingEver wonder where those Norman Rockwell towns are today? Are they only in our memories? Why do we see them as the past?They weren’t . . . Not everywhere anyway. Maybe there were some small towns, maybe before radio, T.V. and video games? Those Norman Rockwell paintings were of a utopian dream, of what could be . . . Change can happen, but it’s going to take us . .

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What happens to Dreams Left Undone . . . Where do you travel? What do you go to see, what excites you? Is your dream to travel?To travel the globe like Mark Twain wrote in “The Innocents Aboard” or the United States as Steinbeck in “Travels With Charley.”I’m an observer. I watch everything around me, animals, people . . . Maybe it stems from an Anthropology class I took? I love to study people.

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Following My Dreams - AT TrainingMy training has slowed . . . My feet have succumbed to blisters and a very slight tendon injury. And so I have tamed my walking. Several days I took zeros and did not walk. The day before yesterday, I started walking, neros, less than my normal 10 miles a day, 1.8 miles. It hurt so I stopped. Yesterday I did another nero, 3.8 before I hit the wall . . . Today I’ll

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What To Do With The Rest Of Your LifeHave you ever uttered those words? Have you ever felt their bitter taste upon your tongue? Yes, no, not yet . . . You will. I’m not sure it always comes at a middle life, but it always comes at a crossroads . . . Be ready for something, something more meaningful is on its way into your life. I’m not sure where that thought comes from, I don’t question that, I

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What to do . . . What do you do when writer’s block sets in? What do you do when you stall, stop writing because of fear?That’s easy, wait till it subsides and then beat the keys when it leaves . . . For me writing is my life’s love. Writing is all life changing and nothing makes a lot of sense. Everything that you write comes from deep within and you have to work through those helpless feelings.

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My Dream Continues . . . I have a Dream . . .That PEACE will take hold in the world and the United States will be again the role model of the Dream. That everyone will embrace the idea and allow the word to float easily from their lips. And that one day we’ll teach our children the importance of the Dream . . . I dream have a dream of a time when we view our enemies as human beings once more. I

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Dreams Do Come To Fruition . . . Fruition is an all empowering word for me . . . I break into song every time one of my dreams are reached.Yesterday my new poetry book became available . . . Wooo. Two years of the most intense analysis put onto paper. Sleepless Nights is a collection of my deepest thoughts put to poetry . . . My best work yet.Sleepless Nights is finally finished. Wow, what a

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And That’s Why I Write . . . The Christmas Dream is yours to share . . .Each year I write a Christmas story and send it to family and friends . . . Last year I didn’t, I just didn’t feel too cheery. It was a tough year, but I won’t dwell on the past, not here.It’s already October and I’m not sure what I’m going to write . . . But I always have something biting at my thoughts. And I’m pretty sure,

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I Dream of TomorrowsI dream of tomorrows yet to come . . . I wonder what we’ll leave after us? How about you? Have we left this world better than when we entered it? I look at the children around me . . . They all seem without dreams. Even those that come from great families, they seemed lost when they go off to college . . . That’s if they go at all.On one of my sites, someone left me a comment

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How Beautiful Is Your Life?Life is so beautiful for so many reasons. It’s a multifaceted abstract. There’s a beginning and an end and so much that can be packed in between. All we have to do is live . . . Life can be as awe inspiring as the heavens of the night sky, each blinking strobe representing a challenge, a thought or cherished moment and the brightest of them, representing the more

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Do you have Dreams . . . Do you dream each night? Do you have dream goals? Those things that you someday want to do. No, why not?Happiness is not having all the money in the world . . . Maybe it’s giving it away, maybe it’s not having it in the first place. Do you someday want to sail around the world? Do you want to hike the U.S.? Maybe just drive aimlessly from state to state?What are you

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Twist and Shout . . . You might remember this song for Ferris Bueller’s Day Off . . . Somehow these words just bring a smile to my face. Add the antics of a high school aged kid and I’m seventeen again . . . All of us have a little Ferris Bueller lurking just below the surface of our souls . . . I haven’t forgotten, have you?Do you remember the dreams of your youth? Have you followed those

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The Good Always Go First . . . Yesterday I went to a funeral . . . Normally I would have felt everyone’s pain and cry like a baby, but I didn’t and I’m afraid . . . I’m afraid my heart is growing cold.Six years ago my mom died . . . And it took me six years not to feel the pain. She was my mentor, my friend and I hurt so. I gained one hundred pounds in that time, gained fifty pounds in the five

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Blindly We Follow . . . The papers say Pole land has invaded . . . Our leader has declared war. Everyone I know is filtering into the military’s ranks. Why would they invade Germany?I wonder what the truth is. It just makes no sense, war never does. My sons have joined the elite SS and they believe in this man’s cold hearted hatred. I wonder is this justice for another time, another sin?We could

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Hold on tight to your dreams . . . Somehow our dreams disappear, everything disappears with time. They evaporate into the air . . . Where do they go? Is there a rock they hide under? Do they transport themselves to that pot of gold? . . . You know the one, the one at the end of the rainbow.Do you have to move mountains to find them again? Maybe, but it truly depends on how deep you’ve buried

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Ever Catch A Breeze . . . Have you ever caught a breeze and used it to transport you to places unknown? Have you ever wanted to run and hide but you knew that was not the way of a man . . . I wonder how many of our homeless have done just that?I have a dream of someday catching that breeze to places unknown, of sailing around the horn or maybe the great lakes. I have always had a wanderlust . .

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Still CANCER-FREE . . . After a year my baby boy is still CANCER-FREE . . . My boy is now nineteen, going to college. And every four months we sit and worry through those TESTS. Scans of every kind, it takes a whole day. I’m not complaining, my baby boy is still CANCER-FREE.CANCER is still a killer, though research has made remarkable strides in the last five years. And more importantly, families

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Blind Buddies . . . When I was younger I went duck hunting for the first time. My brother-in-law took me . . . We got up at the crack of dawn and were out the door before the sun. Frost covered the windshield and whitened the landscape. As we walked through the field, we could see our breaths. My brother-in-law told me to be ready for geese often sleep floating in front of the blind. We entered

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Dreams, my dreams, your dreams and the uglinessThe writer within tries to keep his thoughts clear of all the depressing ugliness . . . Most times it works and other times he just has to type what enters his heart to purge his soul. Dreams are the ticket to your happiness. Share them, live them together. That’s the best you can ever hope for. And that damn ugliness raises its head and my thoughts

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What are your Dreams?Do you dream of tomorrows light? Do you search for the good in others? My questions never end. They start each day, start each story, each poem, each novel and only end with the words, THE END.What are your Dreams? Are you the adventure seeker, like me or are you satisfied with everyday being the same? For thirty years, I’ve never done the same thing two days in a row . . . I

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Taking A Zero . . . Today I’m doing zero miles in dream training, AT training . . . Feet are blistered and I’m tired. Last zero was Monday, six days ago. Not bad really. Are You Living . . .Are you living or just treading water waiting for something, retirement, the lottery or your ship to come in? Why wait? We waste away and when it comes time to retire, we don’t know how to slow down. We don’t

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AT Training . . . BrrrrrToday was so cold. I’m walking 7.4 miles a day around my neighborhood, doing my best to get in shape for the AT. And I had to stop after the first 2.5 to add another layer and to use the little boy’s room . . . Three hours and my water bottle never completely thawed. I’ve been freezing it for those hot days. Yesterday I was melting. Today I’m a DANSICLE . . . Tomorrow I’m

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What’s our legacyWhat are we going to leave our children? What’s important to us?For many it’s money . . . Not me. Sometimes I think the Homeless people are farther evolved than us . . . Take away the idea of material things, what’s left? Strip away all the trappings and see who’s there. Happiness is learning to like yourself, to love yourself, for who you are . . . And then learning love each

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What are they thinking . . . I’m in AT Training . . . I’m walking laps around my neighborhood. And I’m waving to everyone I see. And after weeks most wave back, some even initiate the wave. But still there are some that look straight at me and drive bye. It usually happens on my third and final lap . . . Why?They must be the unhappy people. Maybe they work longer hours or they work at jobs they

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Dream Warriors . . . A friend dropped me a note . . . He asked why not Dreams are for Warriors or Warrior Dreams?I’m not sure where he was going with this, but I started to play with the idea in my thoughts. Maybe he was hinting at a name for my site? But he caused me to think about something much different . . . Why are soldiers, soldiers? What are their dreams? What does it take to be a

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Have You Led A Dream Filled Life?Have you? No really . . . Have you accomplished everything you have ever wanted to? I’d like to think I have. Do you have goals, check them off when their finished?Each New Years Eve I used to check off my list of Goals, those things I wanted to do during the year. Checking them off was a ceremony for me, a right of passage into the next year. Then I would revisit

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