MERRY CHRISTMAS 2011!!!! GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES!!!!

An old English Assignment

As I was going through some of my old collection of items I ran across and old English assignment. It was a poem that I had written about the Greek mythology story of Pygmalion and Galatea. The story in short is about how Pygmalion falls in love with a statue named Galatea. So here is my poem:

O, cold and lifeless ivory,

But beauty prevails in so,

Is it the hell to pay?

For my unloving soul?

I'll love you in this form

Until I die alone.

Unless, Venus God of Love

Bless my creation whole.

Holding you're cold hand I feel,

A warm and soothing flow,

Of what every man must have to live,

The dark, the warm red blood; a Soul.

So, long I kissed your ivory lips, hoping,

for them to kiss me back, dress you in fine clothes as a child does a doll.

But forgive me now my love

For now I know what true love is and means,

It is you that gives me purpose to live.

Galatea I shall name you,

My most beloved, my truest being.

Addicus Moore

Addicus awoke to a loud pounding on his loft door and a vociferous squall,

“Addicus Moore, Addicus!” thud, thud, thud.

Addicus turned over in his bed and put his pillow over his head. It was his landlady Martha Gregosky wanting this months rent, which was about a week late.

“Martha I will bring it down this afternoon” grumbled Addicus hoarsely. His cigar from the night before had left his mouth dried and pungent, tasting awfully like old bitter coffee.

“Sir Moore I will not tolerate this much longer before I throw your sorry ass out!”

Addicus could hear Martha mumble something under her breath as she started walking back down the stairs, which squeaked with every floorboard she descended upon. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling above his bed. His head spun making the room go right to left with a whirl and twist. His head then started to throb painfully, so Addicus got out of bed and headed to his kitchen sink to quench his thirst. His body demanded it.

As he headed to the kitchen he tripped on a pile of newspapers and a few books that had been strewed rudely in his pathway. The glass he grabbed was dirty, but Addicus just rinsed it out before he took the first cold gulp of water. He could feel the cool refreshing water descend his esophagus and plummet into his empty stomach. He quickly drank another glass and rubbed his eyes to look out the window to see what the day had brought.

The sun was playing hide and seek through out the clouds, sending shadows cavorting over the streets below. He glanced up and noticed a cloud that looked like a farmer’s field, freshly plowed. Each row riveted perfectly as it striated across the sky. There was a loud racket down below. A group of children just hit a baseball into a window and they dispersed yarely, running back to the safety of home.

There was another knock on the door. Addicus was not expecting anyone to come visit him today but stumbled over his papers, books, and old plates of food that were strewn about his loft to answer. He opened the door to see his friend Ciara Gallagher.

“O my Addicus do you know what ghastly appearance you are in? You look like a human transforming into a gorilla.” She smiled brusquely as she marched passed.

“Yes, you may come in. Addicus responded to the intrusion. How have you been? I haven't seen you in quite some time”

“All is well. I can’t believe it but I am actually doing very well, thank you. You know how I have been trying to sell that painting of mine with the children flying kites by the ocean?”

“Yes, I believe I remember that one.” A wince of pain from his gut. “So, you sold it?”

“ I was talking to an old man in a pub the other night. He was a sailor in his days, but now retired. He was reminiscing about the time in his childhood. There was a girl he was madly in love with. Her name was Ashling. She was the most beautiful girl in his class and all the boys were trying to impress her with their masculine qualities, wrestling, through balls as far as they could, getting into fights over who would be in line closest to her. She was never impressed with them. So one day, he built up the courage to ask her if she wanted to help him fly his kite that he had gotten for his sixteenth birthday. Taking him by surprise she said, yes.

They met on the hill over looking the ocean. It was the perfect wind for flying kites and they could feel the ocean spitting on them; a cool mist. They set up for the first attempt to send Ceto to the sky. That was the name his kite. It was named after the Greek Goddess who was also known as, “sea monster.” His kite as he described it would look like a monster no doubt. Green and black with long tentacles reaching in every direction and a face that looked like a mermaid zombie. Being so close to the ocean they thought it was a fitting name. The first attempt failed. As they both took the handle together they started to run, but tripped over each other. They fell on the soft grass and Ceto took a nose dive into the turf. After regaining their sanity from laughing so hard, take off number two was ready. This time Ceto the sea monster took off as planned. Up and up, climbing to the blue, unending sky. It was the most memorable moment this man had in his life. He ended up marrying this young woman and they lived together for 50 years, until she passed on not too long ago. When I had showed him a photo of my painting tears fell from his eyes, but he was smiling. He looked at me and said thank you. I will now wake up to this beautiful painting and feel young at heart; remembering the first time my wife and I had together.

“Well, that was quite the story for the start of my day” said Addicus, his head still throbbing slightly. Ciara had picked up an old newspaper and was glancing at the articles.

“It could not have gone to a better person than him. I wish all my paintings would find owners such as he.”

Ciara was a vivacious individual. Dextrous with her talent to paint. She created to most vivid scenes one could imagine and was making herself known throughout the area. She was also a very attractive individual. Men always turning their google-eyes, only dreaming of being with her for more than the quick second as she would walk past. Her cheeks were very thin, her skin white, not like snow, but almost a cream with a touch of chocolate. She was elegant. Addicus and Ciara had been childhood friends. Growing up together they went everywhere. Church, school, parties, and the occasional vacation together. One would think they were married, but that was out of the question. Only friends, forever.

“Addicus how has your writing been going?”

“Ah the question that has no answer. I still have nothing. It is like being dropped into the ocean without a life jacket. I am swimming, but at the end of the day I drowned in my thoughts; all failures.”

“You do know that everyone is waiting for what Addicus Moore has to share on the stage. Once you write one brilliant play you must give them more you know?”

“Yes, I understand but I still am laking the thoughts to inspire me.” Addicus coughed choking on some more water, still trying to get rid of his headache.

Ciara looked at him with spirited eyes and collected up her things and threw the paper back on the floor. “Well, I’m sure your talented mind with think of some grand story to tell us all.” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “you need to take a shower you smell of booze and cigar. A foul combination. I truly must be going. I think I am going to reward myself with a new outfit after my big sell today.” Addicus gave her a staring sullen glare. “Its a charming thing to do, and don’t look at me that way. You haven’t been doing anything productive for over six months.”

“I have too, but nothing has come of it. Will I see you anytime soon?”

“Lets do dinner in a week? At the restaurant down across the street from my office.

“Sounds grand. I’ll see you Monday.”

Ciara turned and shut the door behind her. Addicus took a deep breath of air and stretched his arms above his head. Rubbed his eyes again and sat down at his desk. He pushed his hands through his greasy hair and said to himself, “Lord inspire me.” He stared blankly at his computer screen, up in the corner the battery symbol flashed red, letting him know it needed fuel, just as he did. He plugged his computer into the wall, grabbed his coat and keys and went out to go for a walk, to clear his mind. Hoping his headache would subdue and a new story would envelope so that he could satisfy those waiting for another story. Another story from Addicus Moore.

During the summer months most of us enjoy the opportunity to see our friends and families take their vows of marriage. I, myself have a few weddings to go to this summer and am looking forward to the rest of them. But, this weekend was the first and I thought I would share my thoughts on the times had and for those to come.

During our human lives we have many moments; chapters in our life. This special chapter that I was able to share with Juliana and Damien Russell was a beautiful opportunity; to see the cataclysmic bonds of love take effect in two peoples lives. The ceremony took place in an statuesque church, which stood in grand braggadocio overlooking the fields surrounding which could not compare in it's beauty. The sky was dark and threatening in the background, sounding like a growling empty stomach; gurgling booms faint yet audible. Rain was on it's way, but we where in the safety of God's church for the downpour. During the ceremony family and friends gathered together to see the bride and groom come together on their special day. It was sublime.

It was during the celebration afterwards that I really absorbed the thought about the power of love and the happiness it brings to us all; weather we realize it or not. The smile on the parents faces could not even match that of Hollywood's Stars. The friends who may have just met for the first time, those in the states and those who are from overseas, now being a part of each others lives even if it was just for the night of celebration. We are now connected to each other through the love that has been shared through Juliana and Damien. It is quite surreal to think that out of all people and places that we would meet on a small Minnesota farm distant from the beaches of Australia and our hometowns.

Weddings are a time that we will all cherish and remember. Dancing into the night in celebration for our friends and family. Now as the newly weds go on in life together, they paint their fresco over time; adding paint to the wall of their life's story. Full of adventure and love. Wishing the best to all those who are getting married this summer and I hope you will always have the joy and love that we see on that special day.

Made to give life, the crux of Life.

Unending in it’s purpose until the appointed time; It’s failure.

A deep hole within holds it’s precious prize; a Pandora’s box of life giving Hope secured by a pericardial packaging.

We know its contents. A shell containing ventricles, atriums, and passageways. A spelunker’s cave of wonders.

Red waves in constant flow; a rivière à courant.

Blood.

Quickening release, squeeze, and push. A perpetually uninterrupted symphony of movements, the sounding of “Lub dub”, “Lub dub”. Notes perfect to the listener’s ear, eavesdropping on auscultation.

The “Tell-Tale Heart” making itself known, hidden under the floor boards of bone and flesh.

Time is the enemy of it’s pace. A ticking time bomb. One day ceasing.

Until then we live our life. Enjoying the inner lying mortal clock, ticking, ticking, ticking.

The Human Heart.

Addicus Moore

As some of you know I enjoy reading during my pastime. One part of reading that really intrigues me is to how the authors are able to bring the characters to life. Describing everything they see in words. It just amazes me how authors can create people, places, and stories with their intuitive geniuses. So after being so blown away by the creation of characters in stories, I thought I would give it a try. Please be gentle to judge the ensuing short story (grammar and all), but I hope you enjoy my new character Addicus Moore....

On 22nd and Rogue, Addicus Moore sat quietly in a corner of a bar called The Sundown Pub. He sat there smoking monotonously on his Oliva cigar. The inhalation of the smoke, brought on the feeling of pique to the inner membranes of his oral cavity. Holding his breath only until the call for oxygen from his involuntary need to breathe, demanded its release. The poisonous exhaust leaked into the clean air around his face, as he stared off into his nightly day dream.
Addicus Moore, in his late twenties has dark smooth hair that waves across his face falling just above his eyes that are as blue as the waters on the beaches of Cancun. His toned body gives others the thought that he must be an athlete; a runner. In reality, Addicus shudders at the word. He has always had a naturally high metabolism all his life, never exercising beyond his occasional sprint to his car in winter, as the cold bites at his flesh, causing goosebumps across his body. Addicus enjoys his life peacefully, enjoying the easy life. Especially when it comes to his gastronome tendencies, expensive and delicious foods are one of his greatest weaknesses.
As Addicus sits alone, enjoying his Guinness and cigar, he glances around the pub until his gaze falls to one corner of the pub. There his eyes fall upon Her. He has seen many beautiful women before, but there was something about this women that caught his attention. It was not her sun kissed skin, nor the dark hair that flowed to her shoulders and mirrored the movements of her head. Neither was it her crystal ivory smile that made the lights look dim in comparison. It was Her entire being that drew his attention. At that moment she was in complete equilibrium. A women whose exquisiteness that lies within her could be seen radiating around her, just as the moon is stuck in earth's orbit; there but not always seen. In that exact moment she glanced at him, pausing only for a moment. As she paused in her current conversation she looked at Addicus with a silent blandishment.
Addicus was caught, paralyzed as if he was a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck; imposing doom. Never had this feeling ever occurred to him before. As the smoke from his Oliva cigar desiccated his eyes, he saw her smile and nod, returning to her previous engagement.
Addicus looked down at his Swiss watch to find it was getting late. He took the last mouthful of remaining Guinness from his glass, took one last drag from his cigar. He extinguished the red ember end in the nearby ashtray. He had enough for the night. As he left the pub he glanced again to the location where his previous obsession had been sitting, but she was gone. With a subtle grin of disappointment he turned and opened the door to leave and as he started his way out the door he looked up and there She stood. Her Machiavellian smile gave Addicus Moore a thrill that he had never experienced before. They looked at each other for a moment and then walked down the side walk together in coversation as the dim street lights guided them on their way into the darkness of the ensuing dawn....

The Decisions of A President

It has been a while since I have shared my thoughts on my blog! I have been busy with moving to Sioux Falls, a new job as an RN and other miscellaneous activities. On the other hand, I have been enjoying my free time as well.

I have recently finished Decision Points by George W. Bush. I enjoyed reading the past Presidents recollections of his time in office. I was able to dive into the life of the President and see how chaotic that type of life could be at times. I think the most important lesson I can take from reading the book is that the President tries to do what is best for his county. This does not pertain to just Bush, but every President. I never really pondered what the President does on a day to day basis, but after reading the events of Bush's time in office, you just do not know what you will wake up too. Events from September 11th to Hurricane Katrina and the financial crisis, Bush had some hard decisions to make. Some people disliked Bush's tactics but in the end he puts it in perspective, "Perceptions are shaped by the clarity of hind site.... History can debate the decisions I have made, the policies I chose, and the tools I left behind. But there can be no debate about one fact: After the nightmare of September 11th, America went seven and a half years without another successful terrorist attack on our soil."

This book gives a great insight to the Presidency of George W. Bush and allowed me to have a greater respect for any President of the United States. A job that not many can do because the pressure of the job is a cross that not many could carry. I recommend that you take the time to read the book for yourself and learn about why the past President did what he did in those tough circumstances during his Presidency.