Homeless |
Its true&I was homeless.
Sunday I was on the onramp of the Hawthorne Bridge in Portland, dressed in baggy worn out jeans, shoes and gloves that were mended with tape, a faded beanie on ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Oct 2005 17:01:00 GMT |
Love and the Corporate Arena |
During my management years I have interviewed over 1500 applicants, hired about 175 of them, and fired about 80 (20 of which I hired).
There were those that interviewed exceptionally well, exh...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:20:00 GMT |
Comedy Sportz Arena |
Sunday night at the Comedy Sportz Arena. The Farm Teams were hilarious and we met a lot of really nice people. I went with aerial photographer Rich Schaeffer. Two MySpace f...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Sep 2005 22:01:00 GMT |
Lessons from a Rose. |
The rose is natures number one symbol of love&every petal&a perfect creation of divine proportion.
There was a time when I held the most brilliant rose. In spite of its many thorns my lo...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Sep 2005 18:39:00 GMT |
Animal Attraction. |
During my early morning slumber, while still fading in and out this morning; my lips felt the warmth of soft delicate kisses. This went on for quite some time. My mind was baskin...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 09:37:00 GMT |
For Tina. |
T e E e N a A a
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Posted by on Sun, 21 Aug 2005 21:57:00 GMT |
Affirmative Prayer. |
Thank you for this woman in my life. She is compassionate, caring and loving. She is responsible, independent and loyal. She loves humanity and the Universe. She trusts God. She inspires t...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jul 2005 23:19:00 GMT |
For J |
Thank you for dancing, and kissing me on the docks that night. It had been so long since I was held in the closeness of someone's arms. I can still taste the salt on my lips and ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jul 2005 12:42:00 GMT |
When I think of love. |
When I think of love, I think of planning the day with someone remembered. The sudden things, like making love in the afternoon. When I think of love, I think of laying my head on someone...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Feb 2005 20:45:00 GMT |
You are not remembered... |
I sent you love in long winded letters&remember? And you never wrote back. And that spring was hard, because everybody else seemed to have somebody. And now and again people would te...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Dec 2004 17:54:00 GMT |
