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Class action overtime lawsuit filed against Sun Microsystems (X-Posted)

feiruz_al-bnefsagia — Thu, 15 May 2008 15:39:57 GMT

From Mercury News: www.mercurynews.com/breakingnews/ci_9261230?nclick_check=1

Dani Hoenemier says she worked long days as a technical writer for Sun Microsystems, sometimes spending over 60 hours a week at her computer when the company was preparing a new product release.

Sun's technical writers may earn salaries of $100,000 a year, but they don't get overtime pay for the extra hours, according to Hoenemier's attorney, who is challenging the company's practice of treating Hoenemier and about 300 other writers as exempt from state labor laws governing overtime and breaks.

In a case that could prove costly for many tech firms, a Santa Clara County judge on Tuesday certified the legal challenge as a class action, which means Hoenemier can pursue her lawsuit on behalf of all salaried technical writers who worked for Sun since 2002.

Sun argues in court papers that it follows industry-wide practice in its treatment of technical writers. The company said the writers are well-paid, professional employees who are legally exempt from overtime rules because they are highly skilled, work independently and meet other criteria spelled out in the law.

If the company loses, it could owe "well over $20 million" in back-pay, according to Hoenemier's attorney, Aaron Kaufmann of Walnut Creek.

California enacted controversial legislation in 2000 that exempted "computer professionals" such as software developers from rules requiring overtime for working over 40 hours a week or 8 hours a day.

Kaufmann argues that technical writers were not included in that exemption. Sun says the writers' duties fall under provisions that exempt administrative, professional or computer professional workers.

Sun, which makes servers, software and other products, said the writers must work independently, interact with engineers and produce a range of material - from customer guides to internal documents and blogs.

Many of the writers don't want to be hourly workers and have declined to cooperate with the lawsuit, Sun said in a statement. In court, Sun argued the case should not be a class action because the writers don't have uniform duties.

Superior Court Judge Jack Komar disagreed, although he ordered Hoenemier's attorneys to find a second employee willing to be named as a plaintiff in the case.

In court documents, Sun attorneys argued Hoenemier was not a typical representative of the class; they characterized her as a disgruntled employee who performed poorly and had to be supervised more closely than others.

Hoenemier resigned from Sun in 2006, a year after Sun bought another company where she had worked since 2002. Kaufmann said Sun ordered her to improve her performance after she complained about overtime.

In a separate case, Bloomberg News reported that Google agreed to a $375,000 settlement Tuesday with 82 recruiters hired on hourly contracts who said they were forced to work "off the clock" without pay.

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Why join why?

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 06:21:29 GMT

Becuz its there?

http://tribes.tribe.net/whyistherair

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Aniboom and Radiohead present:

aniBOOM — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:54:51 GMT

AniBoom and Radiohead Present…
The In Rainbows Animated Music Video Contest judged by Radiohead. The winner will receive $10,000 to produce a full length video for one of the tracks off their seventh album - In Rainbows. Don’t miss out on the chance to have one of the most groundbreaking bands in music history view your animation!

Submit your storyboard or animated video idea until April 27th. Get the details at www.aniboom.com/radiohead

good luck
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Writing journal

~AmBeR~ — Sun, 05 Oct 2003 06:48:08 GMT

I thought this would be fun..this is like a daily poetry/writing jornal.. u come here and using no more than about 5 words u describe what your feeling.. this is how my day went:

Alone again, finding my way

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Some inspiration please

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:54:20 GMT

I have been working on this project for at least a thousand years, no really, and I just can't seem to get past the first word. Any ideas<

Just kidding.
Here is a possible first part, please tell me what you think.

Healer

Nobody should have survived that crash. It was around the first hour of the morning in early spring, April 23, a day before Minion was scheduled to begin his new position as lead janitor in Bozeman Montana. At the time not a soul was traveling that winding stretch of mountain road leading to his destination. Nobody had seen him miss that hair-pin turn on the way to the summit. No one living at the time saw him launch himself and his brand new Indian Chief off the mountainside and break almost every bone in his body except his head, neck, and back as he bounced off nearly every rock on his way to the valley floor. The fact that the fool was drunk and one of his friends literly forced a helmet on his head is probably the best explanation as to why he did survived. As the mangled puddle of entagled flesh and bone lay there dying, a faint whisper of consciousness seemed to have released itself from the shattered mess. Poor soul he thought as he now without fully comprehending what had just happened turned and began moving toward a distant light. After what seemed to him an eternity, he then noticed that he was floating upward and the light was now encircling him. There were voices now, however it was just gibberish to his ears. The only thing he could think of to explain his circumstances was either he was dead or it was just lucy playing with his head again. but he hadn't touched LSD in years and his friends would have told him so if they had slipped him any. If it wasnt't the latter of the two options, it must be the former. The voices now were getting louder and the light was much more intense, yet it didn't hurt his eyes. The voices were also making sense, and he could, or thought he could now recognize a few of them. This was really freaking Minion out. How could this be happening? He was on he way to something better, him and his brand new beautiful bike. Oh my god, the bike. Wheres the bike? With that, he quickly spun around and saw it wedged in between an outcropping of rock and an old fallen tree that must have stood for at least a thousand years. Stunned with the sudden realization and that it was true, his attention darted back and forth from the bike to the pile at the bottom of the rocky slope. Holy shit, thats me.
Fifty feet from where the body lay was the edge of the Big Wood, the name it's inhabitants have called it from the beginning of time or as long as the stories have been told. From wolf to raven, from black bear to salamander, all have called it home, which included the men of the forest, the men who are said to be the forest themselves.
It was the wolf that brought the father to the body, and it was the father that brought Minion Del Sol back from the otherside. To get him back to a place though, where he could heal, much had to be done. First a selter must be built to camaflouse the activity from the highway above, herbs had to be collected to begin the healing, and branches and boughs had to be gathered to build a strecher and imobalize the body for the trip back to The Father's home. Once back there the real magic could begin.

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The day before, it was the prospect of a new job in a new city that caused him to want to get up that morning, Maybe it was still scrubbing tiolets and swabbing floors, but it was new. He had been working the same job for the same company ever since he dropped out of business school in Ellensburg, a town he couldn't wait to get away from. That was nearly ten years ago. It was time for a change. Since he didn't have to work that day and everything here and in Bozeman was squared away, the pleasure of sleeping in was even better then calling in sick just to stay home and watch porn. The only thing left to do was a dinner party with all his so-called friends, friends only when they could benefit from the deal, and Angie, his girl for the last few years and the deal..He wouldn't have been with this crowd if he wasn't so much like them himself.
It was a long ride to Bozeman, especially at that time of night. The group broke up at around closing time, thinking that Minion was on his way home. Angie was to meet him there later after she supposedly had a few drinks with her girlfriends, but he knew where she was headed.
He did go home, but only to change into his leathers and pack a few things into his saddlebags for the trip. It may have been a warm late summers eve in town, but the mountian passes were starting to get a tad bit colder this time of year, and at night. Nobody would know he was well on his way until they gathered together the next morning to see him off. Actually, by the condition they were all in when leaving the resturant, no one would probably even show up at all. That thought made him want to get away even more.

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Hello there

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:44:18 GMT

I'm a writer and blocked I am.

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Conspiracy History compilation DVDs torrents

History — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 15:30:13 GMT

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Greetings to all my relations.

This is the last step of our project History Watch. If History is
defined and known by the texts, we can now add to this definition the
recorded events of the filmed archives. Animated images are harder to
deny than printed words. Our objective is to spread out freely some of
the little broadcast, even hidden informations about our collective
History.

We put online a collection of 391 documentaries and other selected and
recut videos, to offer to a wide public the best of the infos
available on the net in english and in french. If you are interested,
you have the time, the right equipment and connection, all you have to
do is open the joint document and decompress it if needed (but normaly
your system should do it automaticaly). You'll find therein nine links
that will open the torrents for the nine DVDs we compiled (around 4.6
Gig each, for a total of a little over 41 G, being over 100 hours of
videos).

Otherwise, you can go directly to btjunkie.com and search for these titles.

11 Septembre 2001 - 9-11
Bush family & friends
Capitalist & Communist regimes
Capitalist conspiracy
Mind Kontrol - Secret Programs
New World Order - Secret Societies
Secret services - cover up - covert ops
Secret weapons - UFO
Terrorism Theories propaganda

Torrents are a system of peer to peer data transfer. The more people
download a torrent, the faster it spreads and the longer it stays on
the net. If you don't have a bittorrent software, we suggest that you
download uTorrent on utorrent.com. If you want to participate in
facilitating the diffusion of these infos about our collective
History, download these torrents on as many computers as possible,
whether it is in cybercafes. It takes one or two minutes to open up
the links and the downloading will keep proceeding on its own.

Please spread this out, take part in this action for social education
on a planetary scale. Thanks.

For more info: watch.history@gmail.com History Watch

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PRESS STATEMENT: Revised 12.06.2007, Black File 7001, Freelance Journalist inside the Federal Witness Protection Program as a Non-Criminal Federal Witness.

Lee Vin Bah — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 14:37:39 GMT

PRESS STATEMENT: Revised 12.06.2007, Black File 7001, Freelance Journalist inside the Federal Witness Protection Program as a Non-Criminal Federal Witness.

Freelance Journalist inside the Federal Witness Protection Program as a Non-Criminal Federal Witness. “Black File 7001” is a work of investigative journalism that initially began in 1994. Early in 1999, I completed a covert assignment with the FBI lasting five years after having been previously requested to stand-down from a fulltime university curriculum with an inactive law enforcement background for possibly twelve months. Immediately thereafter I entered the Federal Witness Protection Program (WitSec) and ever since have continued to experience the U.S. government’s use of psychological torture practices and political retribution by the named agents and agencies of the U.S. government under the Bush-Cheney administration. Multiple actionable offenses have been committed under state, federal and international law while the culpable agents and agencies remain shielded from civil and criminal prosecution by the administration’s threat or issuance of national security letters, which prevent legal discovery and subvert the rule of law. The U.S. government does torture, I am one of its American victims and am requesting a humanitarian intervention before it is too late.

EDITORIAL FOREWORD:

Producing the report titled “Black File 7001” has experienced the threat or issuance of national security letters by the Bush-Cheney administration, a subordinate agent directly under the administration threatening me with the invention of a criminal charge if I publish and the suppression of this story by the same Democratic Congress that falsely promised an end to the money laundering operation in Iraq that remains perpetuated by the insidious genocide of our American military service members and other innocent human beings throughout the world.

As a former lifelong humanitarian member of what use to be the Republican Party until 2000 and a person who also voted for Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton, I charge the neoconservatives with having filled the bowels of this Trojan Horse Republican Party with the stench of operating a continuing criminal enterprise under the guise of bringing democracy to the world.

The U.S. government infrastructure has been overthrown and this administration has declared constitutional civil war against the United States of America. The American people must organize in a lawful and peaceful revolution that mirrors and surpasses the civil rights era. We must march on Washington, D.C. and picket the corporate offices of the propaganda ministries to force their coverage of your protests and displayed messages.

It is critically important that before the next election we must demand Democratic Congressional members to openly support publically funded elections; not for profit universal healthcare; free or affordable higher education for all citizens; the meaningful development alternative fuel sources; the abatement of the conditions causing the honey bee populations from disappearing from around the world (later in the primary story I will invite you to read why noticing the smallest of G-d’s creatures holds the largest messages); and the criminal investigation of the named agents and agencies of the U.S. government under the Bush-Cheney administration regarding the Black File 7001 report.

Career politicians, regardless of political affiliations who fail the muster of the American people should be removed and replaced with genuine representatives before the next voting cycle.

Americans must become the partisans of liberty to reclaim the dream and promise of America and our inalienable rights as human beings. The jackbooted fascists of today must be prevented from emulating the treason of U.S. Senator Prescott Bush through their perversion of peace for the profits of war. The American mainstream has already been herded towards the invisible and tangible death camps of democracy. In those places you will endured conditions far worse than any physical torture where other Americans like me have been left for dead for over thirty years. These human beings of whom I speak are not criminals or terrorists; they are honorable American citizens who answered their country’s call to duty for special covert government service only to become a disposable population and the hidden dirty secret of the U.S. government.

Since 1970, one thousand and eighty (1,080) American citizens have existed as something cousin to death camp victims from the destructive effects of the Federal Witness Protection Program. These non-criminal federal witnesses and American veterans of voluntary covert government service became the unknowing test subjects in a clandestine torture experiment that exists as the precursor model for converting a freethinking U.S. civilian population into a self-consuming enslaved society. Within the death camp known as “WitSec” these human beings are subjected to the insidious methods of psychological torture that systematically erode the individual sense of self-identity until the will to live has been lost.

ABOUT ME:

My WitSec No. is 7001, I am a husband, father, writer, and freelance journalist who remained inside the Federal Witness Protection Program as a Non-Criminal Federal Witness and am now ready to surface under guarded conditions with the firsthand story of how a minority group of honorable American citizens are being psychologically tortured and politically persecuted by the U.S. government. Immediately I am seeking the support of the American public and progressive news media; the representation of a listed creative agent; contract negotiations with book publishers and the motion picture industry; a university initiative with an accredited school of journalism to include lecturing options and the sanitized conversion of my college records; and communication platforms with Ms. Oprah Winfrey and Mr. George Clooney via the Smoke House Studio.

By comparison to the physical injuries that I have endured from trauma and other accidents, the lasting effects of psychological torture are far worse. This form of torture is sourced from the fascist mindset of the named agents and agencies of the U.S. government under the Bush-Cheney administration through their commissions of actionable offenses and political retributions. As a veteran of voluntary covert government service who operated undercover for five years while contracted by the FBI as an agent of the federal government, I state unequivocally and categorically that the U.S. government does torture human beings. As an American citizen and non-criminal federal witness let the record show that I am declaring myself as a torture victim of the U.S. government. With my soul dying and the body giving signs that it wants to follow I offer that no truer words have ever been written than “give me liberty or give me death” or that “the worse death is a life without hope.”

Having previously been blessed with an out of body experience during trauma that was caused by the U.S. government and prior to my recovery in advance of relearning how to walk, I am not frightened by a natural death. The experience of dying for me confirmed the Socratic belief that the human soul is made of two parts with one half being a physical finite and the other a non-physical infinite. Life as seen from the eyes of the body is an illusion or one half of a duality. It was possible to see from two separate and paralleling perspectives at the same time. The physical world appeared normal while my body felt the tremendous force of being pulled into the earth. Initially from within the spiritual realm there was no ugliness, no beauty, no gender, and only muted colors with humanoid forms. Before I lost the sight of my physical body, the last human emotion that I felt was an all encompassing global pity that literally enveloped the earth with my living sentient energy. Soon I was sitting in space and the beauty of the earth returned with the comforting tenderness of a loving mother and at my back was the warmth of wisdom and strength from a fatherly sun. A few moments passed and my two halves were made whole again to continue the journey that brought me to this place of inhuman suffering.

In self-definition I am a Humanitarian-Universal-Infrastructuralist or a person who has spent a lifetime identifying and interrelating the commonalities between myself and all known sentient beings and other components within the universe from which to become more human.

My views of the current U.S. President and Vice President find them culpable for treason, egregious crimes against humanity and international terrorism while wearing a mask of insipid divinity. Clearly these judicially selected ten cent millionaires are criminal sociopaths who function from a series of learned behaviors used to produce a desired result while being incapable of recognizing any genuine sense of right and wrong.

These individuals and their followers bare the marks that brand their names with the gamatria of the most inhuman and deceptive beings that walk among us on the earth in legion with what some would call the antichrist. Although I have never considered myself worthy of the blessings, respectfully I believe that throughout my life there have been a number of occasions when my being was touched by the many faces of G-d. With all of that said, one should never confuse spiritual currency with political capitol since the latter is most often sourced from the abyss of false profits, which brought the genocide over six million Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals in Nazi Germany; the slaughter of tribal nations in America; the turning of human beings against their brothers and sisters throughout history; the selling of children, women and men as slaves; the gang rape and victimization of Arabic women who are then whipped as criminals; and the 911 terrorist attacks used to perpetuate war profiteering and oil piracy for those who drink from a rivers of human blood and suffering. Considering my temporary acquaintance with death, I believe the purest form of spiritual worship that collectively joins us with the universe is simply the individual act of at least attempting to recognize the human being in all people.

BLACK FILE 7001:

“Black File 7001” is a work of investigative journalism that began in 1994 as an academic prospectus with the goals of publishing books, producing movies, film documentaries, and developing a lecture syllabus with the thinking who better to teach than a person with skin in the game. While in a fulltime academic setting and shortly after beginning this protect, I discovered actionable intelligence that was brought forward for case installation at the federal level. Already possessing an inactive law enforcement background and specialized skill sets where few if any training manuals exist, the FBI requested my voluntary assistance for a projected twelve months. Five years later I completed the FBI undercover group one investigation having successfully penetrated four organized crime groups while never being afforded one day off for that entire period of time. Since other federal law enforcement agencies are not equipped to handle long duration personal security operations, I entered the Federal Witness Protection Program (WitSec) as a Non-Criminal Federal Witness in 1999. Nearly immediately after entering the WitSec the named agents and agencies of the U.S. government under the Bush-Cheney administration unthinkably began outing my active covert status. Since exiting the WitSec in good standing early in 2001, political retributions by the U.S. government have continued to terrorize me with actionable offenses and the tactics of psychological torture. These culpable acts additionally serve as a passive sanction for the assassination of an American citizen and a former covert agent of the federal government. This story is uncharted territory and I am unaware of any other writer/journalist who has actually penetrated this fraudulent clandestine federal program, which shrouds itself beneath an undeserved veil of secrecy that exists in the absence of public scrutiny and meaningful congressional oversight. The latter might explain why multiple action notices regarding this investigation have gone unanswered by the craven Democratic Congress that I helped elected to office with their false promise of ending the corporatist money laundering operation in Iraq.

Within the next 30 day or by New Year’s Day 2008, I will publish an extensive sanitized report that has been redacted from a much larger work. Please communicate with me and contact your local election campaign committees to demand that your congressional members take action in this matter.

American citizens are being used as the unknowing test subjects in a clandestine torture experiment shrouded within the Federal Witness Protection Program (WitSec). Non-Criminal Federal Witnesses (1,080) are a special minority class of American citizens in title only who are being used as a laboratory control sample for the applied tactics of terrorism and psychological torture (psyops) on a U.S. civilian population by the U.S. government.

Writing remains one of my two fragile anchors holding me to this world and a federal agent (L.H.M.) directly under the Bush-Cheney administration has telephonically communicated “you have a lot of people in high places afraid to death that you are going to destroy their programs…and if you publish a book, the government will invent a criminal charge against you.” After refusing not to publish with an invitation to that federal agent’s handlers to “go pound salt up their asses”, a series of actionable offenses were committed against me in political retribution under state, federal and international law. These same entities on several occasions have outed my classified status that with each culpable act, serves to intensify what has become a standing passive sanction for the assassination of an American citizen and former covert agent of the federal government.

As a physically disabled person from two trauma accidents caused by the federal government or incurred in the line of duty during covert government service, I applied for Social Security Disability Benefits (SSDB) through the required classified channels. This process required that I utilize my second WitSec Inspector (A.S.) and the Social Security Administration’s Sensitive Operations Division (SOD) that was established for persons in covert-ops, the CIA and the U.S. State Department working oversees. The Social Security Disability Benefits were authorized, but following my refusal not to publish the WitSec and SSA’s SOD conspired to punitively withdraw my SSDB. This occurred prior to beginning treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma cancer in 2004. The government’s own federal court judge who heard the SSA case issued several letters of complaint to the Sensitive Operations Division, charging that office had provided the court with erroneous information and that the SOD’s delay in responding was contemptuous to the point of preventing a fair hearing. Two months past while the SOD and WitSec crafted their evidence and my SSDB’s claim entered the appeals stage. During the initial SSDB process, repeated telephonic conversations had been made with and between the WitSec and the SOD to insure that the production of the SSA documents would not out my covert status. After multiple assurances that complete security would be maintained, the WitSec and SOD deliberately or at the least through total gross incompetence filed documents that outed my covert status by commingling my identities in violation of several federal laws and a federal court seal. After the matter was sent to the SSA Hearing and Appeals Board where it remained for two years that federal agency notified my private attorney they had lost my classified government file in violation of the same laws allegedly protecting my covert status. A copy was returned by my attorney and two weeks later my benefits were denied again. The SSDB matter is pending on civil appeal to the federal court where I am certain it will be again denied by the government’s crafting of the evidence. Lastly the WitSec and SOD conspired to deconstruct my only viable work history by purging a covert front business located in Texas from the regular SSA computer system and additionally failed under contract to sanitize and convert my previous Social Security records into my new Jewish name. Allegedly I had been employed by that Texas front business for over a decade as a construction estimator that for all I knew might have found Dick Cheney answering the telephones on an earlier occasion. Following the WitSec and SOD’s punitive acts of political retribution, during two subsequent visits to the local SSA office the computer screen was so void of information that the office staffers contacted their supervisors to report they believed their computer system had been penetrated by hackers.

Prior to 911 and before the USDOJ had been prostituted by this corrupt administration, I was able to assist in the covert criminal prosecution of my first U.S. Deputy Marshal/WitSec Inspector (J.D.) for his theft of government funds.

After 911 and following my refusal not to publish under threat of the invention of a criminal charge by the U.S. government that same former WitSec Inspector/federal felon was released from prison and allowed to stalk me. While near death from chemotherapy and radiation treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma cancer that same federal felon physically accosted me by the arm inside of a warehouse superstore. Thirty-six security notices went unanswered by the U.S. Marshals Service’s Federal Witness Security Program Headquarters.

The second WitSec Inspector (A.S.) eventually came to my home with a regular deputy marshal who did not have a WitSec security clearance, which further outed my covert status and sarcastically laughed that he had forgotten to tell me that the WitSec Headquarters’ mailing address had been changed after 911 and that under the new U.S. Patriot Act my only means of communicating with headquarters was directly through him. That WitSec Inspector continued to smile while stating that my classified information and security notices had been circulated by several staffers without WitSec clearances before it got to where I thought it was being sent. When asked about the other Deputy Marshal’s security clearance, the WitSec Inspector stated “owe I use non-WitSec personnel all the time to handle WitSec matters.” This same WitSec Inspector has committed multiple actionable offences and has outed my covert status numerous times while creating a growing mortal threat environment around my geographic location.

Many of the public self-aggrandizing claims and testimonials given before the U.S. Congress and published by the Federal Witness Protection Program will soon be debunked within my Black File 7001 report.

Following the WitSec and SOD’s removal of my work history with their deletion of the covert front business from the SSA computer system and even though I am a very capable and multitalented individual with strong skill sets, given this act and the government’s failure to perform under written contracts, I have been unable to find employment after submitting over 3000 job applications. However by comparison and in direct contrast to my own personal situation, the first WitSec Inspector (J.D.) after his release from federal prison for the theft of several thousand dollars in U.S. government funds is now gainfully employed and processing the private financial records of American citizens as a mortgage loan officer. Under this administration criminals and traitors are rewarded and the good servants of the American people become part of a disposable population.

Out of 18,000 federal witnesses, 16,920 are criminal and custodial federal witnesses and 1,080 of that total number are “non-criminal federal witnesses.” The six percent who are non-criminal federal witnesses are comprised of honorable American citizens from every cultural identity within our society. These same veterans of voluntary covert government service took that extra step above and beyond the call of duty to participate in our system while defending our constitutional democracy and the American people. Within that minority of six percent I am an even smaller number of non-criminal federal witnesses who entered covert government service with an inactive law enforcement background and specialized skill sets of a nature that possess few if any training manuals.

The ACLU of which I am a member has tried to bring four previous cases involving non-criminal federal witnesses through the Washington, D.C. office. With each lawsuit brought by the ACLU, the Bush-Cheney administration has issued national security letters to prevent the legal discovery of evidence and thus subverted the rule of law. However, in my possession is the actual physical evidence that includes but is not limited to federal court documents proving the outing of my covert status; the federal court documents of the first WitSec Inspector (J.D.); lawfully produced audiotape recordings of WitSec personnel and others; and the proof of warrantless wiretapping, data mining, the electronic theft of intellectual property; et al. One should remember General Douglas MacArthur’s island hopping campaign during WWII. As that relates to this matter, I am bypassing a slugfest with Goliath that would only serve to hold me in stasis with my foot in the courtroom door. Instead I invite all freethinking human beings to a Greek debate in the court of public opinion. Criticism and contemplation are necessary to keep a flourishing democracy alive. Let the U.S. government bring forth its best criminal cowards to stand on the square with me in open examination before the American people and the world.

THE TREASON OF CONDOLEEZZA RICE:

It is also my intention to challenge the blatant lies told before the U.S. Congress by Condoleezza Rice regarding the administration’s knowledge of events prior to 911 – the FBI and CIA did have operational joint counterterrorism taskforce offices since the mid 90s.

“A litany of lies about 911, Iraq and now Iran – There is one point that I am compelled to insert within this document beyond the scope of its primary focus and here seems as good a place as anywhere. A covert FBI Special Agent and former teammate in charge of two special operations groups who worked in the field with me and whom I supported in the hunt for Eric Robert Rudolph also known as the Olympic Park Bomber, revealed during the mid 90s that both the FBI and CIA had established joint counterterrorism taskforce offices to exchange foreign and domestic intelligence. This fact directly contradicts Condoleezza Rice’s testimony before congress regarding the August 6, 2001 PDB Briefing Report titled “Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S.”, during which Rice stated that a fractionalization existed between federal agencies, which prevented intelligence information from being communicated to the Bush administration. The most blatant lie came when Rice stated that no joint FBI/CIA taskforce offices existed before or during that time, while alleging joint taskforce offices were being established forthwith. Further supporting a charge of perjury against Condoleezza Rice and I believe grounds for treason, appears to be former CIA Director, George Tenet’s public testimony regarding actionable intelligence in July 2001 regarding Osama bin Laden’s plan to attack American targets using commercial jetliners. July 2001 marked the last time that I flew on a commercial aircraft on my way to lecture at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Virginia and an occasion when I exchanged passing remarks with former U.S. Senator Gary Hart sitting near me. The actionable intelligence was clearly suppressed by the Bush-Cheney administration. In other words, given these facts and the known associations between the 911 Terrorists; the family of Osama bin Laden; the Saudi Arabian Royal family; the United Arab Emirates (poised to purchase 25% of Citibank and 40% of the U.S. and British Stock Markets); and the oil trading partners, personal friends and business associates within the Bush-Cheney syndicate it appears that the United States of America was allowed to be attacked by a foreign enemy to act as a protagonist event for the perpetuation of war profiteering and oil piracy. Therefore I strongly believe that if the unveiled enemies of the American people were not politically shielded, they would have already been prosecuted for treason, conspiracy, racketeering, money laundering, operating a continuing criminal enterprise, international terrorism, and crimes against humanity.”

SPECIAL NOTE CONCERNING IRAN:

Before the 2006 election the U.S. Intelligence agencies already knew that Iran did not have a “secret nuclear weapons program.” That report was presented to the Bush-Cheney administration and was politically suppressed with instructions given between the lines to craft new evidence. The facts are that Iran’s nuclear enrichment program has not been able to achieve a greater rate than 3.8% enrichment, which is even a lower percentage than what is required to bring a peaceful nuclear power plant online and far less than the enrichment level needed to produce a nuclear weapon. The psychology of substituting sexuality for the creation of illegal wars with oil rich sovereign nations, seems the iconic aphrodisiac of this administration when laminating that over sixty-eight elected Republican politicians have been charged and convicted of sexual crimes against children; that George W. Bush, a known cocaine user (sexual stimulant), deserted his post in the Air Nation Guard when they began drug testing; that both Bush and Cheney took multiple deferments from military service during Vietnam so that other Americans could die in their places; that Dick Cheney made use of a Freudian phallic extension in the form of a shotgun to shot his friend in the head during a hunting expedition; that Dick Cheney has a pneumatic penile implant to achieve an erection; and that the nude photograph of George W. Bush in college displays an unremarkable penis. Add these factors together with the absolute power over the U.S. military and the world will recognize a six headed monster with twelve hearts that numbers 666 and produces the political fodder that destroys the sovereign thought process, creates a toxic society and consumes the collective human soul. Plainly stated devil cannot exist without followers.

MY REQUEST TO MEDIA, UNIVERSITIES, PUBLISHERS, MOVIE PRODUCERS, AND THE WORLD OF HUMAN BEINGS:

While my reaching out might become the closing scene in a lifelong journey to become more human, knowingly I choose my own death over remaining a torture victim and slave within an uncultivatable existence where self-nurturing and remaining true to one’s own nature is an impossibility. The Democratic Congressional members that I helped elect have remained silent with the full knowledge of this matter and only a handful of good human beings seem to be listening for the moment. Already a subordinate federal agent directly under the Bush-Cheney administration has telephonically threatened that if I publish a book the government will invent a criminal charge against me. This is not the America that I defended and have nourished. Nevertheless if we are to remain a world of human beings, we the people must publically exam the U.S. government’s ongoing psychological torture of up to 1,080 Non-Criminal Federal Witnesses who are American citizens and your good neighbors. Currently I have established online locations on YouTube, Tribe.net, Comcast, and have posted on the message board at The Ed Schultz Show website where these American citizens can share their stories with other human beings and possibly begin to reclaim their individual sense of self-identity through these communication platforms. One non-criminal federal witness has already communicated they are hiding outside the U.S. to protect themselves from U.S. government torture. Recently I attempted to communicate with a well known actor’s movie studio and was informed that I must have a listed creative agent to represent my story before they will be legally able to communicate with me. Therefore and in as much that I would dare to hope to restore my own life back to the place where it should have already been, I am seeking the representation of a listed Creative Agent, Business Negotiations with members from the Publishing and Motion Picture Industries, and a University Initiative from an accredited School of Journalism where I might combine all of these components within a flourishing academic setting to create a lecture syllabus and continue writing. Please do not think me a selfish person, because I have remained one of the most extroverted and giving human beings you could ever know. This academic and professional prospectus has endured as my long-range plan since beginning this journalism project and is one of the few reasons why I have not ended my own life after experiencing something cousin to an extraordinary rendition to a clandestine blacksite torture facility that exists invisibly within the plain-sight of American society. Please do not let this story die with me and challenge the validity of any member of the Democratic Congress for their repeated failures to respond to several action notices regarding this matter.

Beyond the above I wish to offer one final piece of personal information. When I relocated to this area I had no intention of becoming involved with anyone and had anticipated reclaiming my academic standing to achieve my goals in life. While visiting a local bookstore and coffee house, I met the finest human being whom I have ever known and today that person is my wife. Together we raised our young child from her previous marriage and I have been blessed by the experience of being a father. Had it not been for my wife’s medical insurance I would not be here today writing this story. My wife retires at the end of this year and our child is now attending a university. What that means for me living on a fixed monthly annuity income and having been waited out by the WitSec while my saving depleted is that I will not be able to afford the additional $600.00 a month for my portion of the medical insurance policy. Further I have been unable to move in any direction to build the life that I wanted from the resulting harms caused by the WitSec cocoon that I will address in detail within the redacted report that follows. To protect my family and legally separate myself from my wife in the event of recurring illness, I am preparing to file the divorce papers on my desk. Never will I forgive or forget that the U.S. government under the Bush-Cheney administration has systematically deconstructed my family and prevented my equality as a person and an American citizen while psychologically torturing me in ways that have already killed other Americans who are non-criminal federal witnesses through suicide and medical neglect. This deconstruction of my family unit is comparatively symbolic to the overthrow of the U.S. government infrastructure by the international crime consortium and the same coconspiratorial war profiteers who attacked the United States of America on September 11, 2001. Having lived so long as the shell of an American citizen in title only, if I am unable to be made whole again in America, then as a torture victim and dissident under political persecution I am prepared to request asylum from the government of Canada. Should that fail and if I cannot be restored then I am ready to leave this world for the peace of oblivion and wish each of you mozel tov.

THE QUESTION HAS BEEN ASKED BY A GROWING NUMBER OF HUMAN BROTHERS AND SISTERS, WHAT CAN WE DO TO HELP YOU?

First please do not attempt to send any money I believe that it is possible to earn a living with the years invested in this story and I prefer paying my own way, which has remained the purpose of my labors while enduring U.S. government torture. Profoundly from a place of extreme isolation your concerns are priceless gifts that have touched me deeper than words could possibly express and I truly feel your human warmth and compassion.

Beyond that human inclusion the most important act of support is not to let this story die from a lack of response or another empty promise by the congress just so this matter will be “disappeared” like the 1,080 American patriots who are non-criminal federal witnesses in the Federal Witness Protection Program. Please meditate for the good energy of the universe to encompass the lives of all human beings and continue to contact any person or organization who will if nothing else at least feel the truth of this torture story: Democratic Party headquarters around the nation; elected representatives who truly wish to remain in office; U.S. and international human rights organizations; members of the progressive news media (The Ed Schultz Show, Air America Radio, Democracy Now, The Nation Magazine, I.N.N. International News Net, Studs Terkel, the ACLU, Civil Rights Attorneys; etc.); the free and independent sovereign nations of the world (Vancouver BC, Canada, UK, Italy, Spain; etc.); the International Court of Justice aka the World Court and Cour internationale de Justice; and any other conduit of communication that might wish to know, share or actuate this true story.

Ms. Oprah Winfrey and Mr. George Clooney are two people whom I admire for their humanitarian and creative contributions to the world. With their support this story will not be silenced and human lives will be saved. Please send each of them “one” simple note requesting their support of the “Black File 7001” story and include my website and e-mail addresses. The movie “Syriana” spoke to me at a very personal level with Bob’s betrayal by the government he served that ultimately resulted in his death. Oprah Winfrey's all-girl leadership academy in South Africa is only one of the endless humanitarian contributions made to the world by this great human being. The education system has played a significant part of my life with a trilingual professional educator in my immediate family, a child currently attending a university and my own employment with the FBI in the third year of a fulltime academic curriculum. The purpose of that covert government service was initiated to prevent national and international organized crime organizations from distributing methamphetamine within the public school systems and throughout the United States of America.

For a time I prevented the false prophets who professed a love of children and humanity from preying on the innocent, but the “war on drugs” like the “war on terrorism” are only political mantras meant to perpetuate and fatten the cash cows of government profiteers.

PLEASE CONTACT MR. GEORGE CLOONEY WITH ONE LETTER ONLY:

Agent:
Mr. George Clooney
C/o Bryan Lourd
Creative Artists Agency
2000 Avenue of the Stars
Los Angeles, CA 90067
424.288.2000
424.288.2900 fax

Publicist:
Mr. George Clooney
C/o Stan Rosenfield & Associates
2029 Century Park East
Suite 1190
Los Angeles, CA 90067 USA
310.286.7474
310.286.2255 fax

Movie Studio:
Smoke House
Attn: Mr. George Clooney
C/o Warner Bros.
4000 Warner Blvd., Bldg. 15
Burbank, California 91522 USA
818.954.4840
818.954.4860 fax

PLEASE CONTACT MS. OPRAH WINFREY WITH ONE LETTER ONLY:

The Oprah Winfrey Show
Attn: Ms. Oprah Winfrey
http://www.oprah.com/email/email_landing.jhtml

BLACK FILE 7001 CONTACT INFORMATION:

E-mail:
BlackFile7001@comcast.net

Tribe.net:
http://people.tribe.net/49395906-0c49-4c98-b92a-79f37b7927cb

You Tube:
http://www.youtube.com/BlackFile7001

Comcast: Currently blocking my ability to establish a website online.

The Ed Schultz Show (Message Boards – “The Media” Section)
http://www.bigeddieradio.com

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Become a part of "bAbeL - art project"

seipone — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 16:10:58 GMT

Dear brothers and sisters,

i study art therapy in Germany and work on the arty part of my diploma at the moment - and i invite you to support my work “ babel“!
Babel is about the try to cancel the moment of disintegration, it is about identity, community,structure and the basic needs of human beings and it is about you as well, when you join this project;
Please send me one article of your clothing, which you don`t need
anymore (it doesn`t matter if there is a mark on it, a cut in it, the
zipper is not working anymore etc.) and a word (in your language, a
word, which you like, which you don`t like, which you use often or
never, it can be a name, too) to this adress :

Sandra Becker
Hunscheidtstraße 162
44789 Bochum
Germany

in case you like to send me more material - like little messages,
infomation about you, your life, your country,the article of clothing
( maybe there is a story about it - you never liked to wear it, it was
a gift, you wore it in an important moment) - i will be pleased about
it.
my plan is to put all together in a new way - so that there will be one dress and one poem at the end for one performance/ film/installation, but it is not clear how it will be exactly - at least the most important thing depends on you. maybe the dress and the poem will go on a journey again, maybe they will come back to you, maybe you get a message from them, maybe you won´t see them again, maybe....the ideas become more and more with every package i get from you what ever will happen - i let you know. and be sure; whenever you give something - you get something.
the artwork will be shown at the diploma exhibition of the FH Ottersberg (Germany) on march 21th 2008.
you will find a documentation on my tribe-blog.

i hope that it will be possible to support me,
looking forward to get a message from you,

Become a part of babel !
sandruschka

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Writer's block

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 21:33:49 GMT

Have I ever got it . . . writer's block. Last year I retired and moved to the west coast to write novels. One loss was a circle of readers who critiqued each other. I tried posting short segments on-line but without any feedback specific to my work-in-progress. I got an ocassional "I liked it" or "Good," but I can always get those from Mom. I was wondering if any members here would like to discuss one-to-one exchanges of chapters for mutual critiques.

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You might be interested in

Neeraj — Fri, 11 May 2007 18:29:01 GMT

Hi,

Some of you might be interested in a new site I was involved in setting up

www.portrayl.com

It's basically a writing site where writers can post and showcase their works with a cool little twist: other people can add onto the stories creating new stories going in a different direction.

The site is completely for writers (I do try my best, and have also posted some chapters on the site as nshah, but I'm no writer), so if you have and suggestions for the site or if there is anything you would like to see on the site, please reply to this post or let us know directly. It's for you, so you should be able to enjoy using it.

Thanks for reading everyone and come write at Portrayl
Neeraj

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Social Sampler - a new social networking event

scott — Fri, 11 May 2007 08:49:51 GMT

Social Sampler

meet other writers, talk about problems with writing.... we have a table reserved only for writers

http://www.SocialSampler.com

Try something new... Meet someone new...
28 activities 7 rooms 6 hours 300 chairs 10,000 square feet
6 pm to 12 midnight Saturday May 26
$12 general - $6 Students with ID
each Fourth Saturday of the Month
Oakland Veterans Hall
200 Grand Avenue, Oakland CA 94610
info Scott (650) 326-6265
scottFNW@pway.com
Light refreshments. Large parking lot. Casual comfortable attire. All ages.
Average age 30. Average attendance 150 - 250.
A non alcohol event. Join, watch, or wander activities. several helpful hosts

CONVERSATION TABLES: Movies, Books, Relationships, Culture, Tech, Dining, Humor, Random Chat, Artists, Networking, Writers, Harry Potter, Pets, Weather, Vacations; DANCING: Waltz, Swing, Latin SOCIAL : Board games, Card games, Social games, Sing alongs, Script Read alouds, Costumers club, Toys, Food sampler

Conversation Tables
Each Conversation table has a different theme such as Movies, Books, Relationships, Culture, Tech, Dining, Humor, Random Chat, Artists, Networking, Writers, Harry Potter, Pets, Weather, and Vacations.

Each table has a deck of cards with a different topic on each card. Each card is turned over one at a time. People talk about the topic as they wish until everyone who wants to talk is finished. Then the next card is turned over. For example, for the Movie Table, topic cards include “Your favorite movie?” “Your favorite actor?” “Your worst movie experience?” “Your favorite theatre” “Your favorite movie snack?”. Similar topic cards decks are set on each conversation table. You may participate or just listen. You may join or leave any table at any time. There is a host at each table to answer questions.
Movies Table May 26 -a table each for Spiderman III, Shrek III, Pan's Labyrinth, movies in general.
Books Table Recent book discussion, writing, literature, business of authorship
Relationships Table Romance and Relationships discussion
Culture Table Symphony-dance-opera-ballet-theatre
Technology Table Technology, computers and science fiction
Dining Table cooking, fine dining, restaurant, food, cooking experiences
Humor Table Read Jokes, write cartoon captions
Random Chat Table There are 100 cards: "What was the oddest thing you have ever seen?""What is your worst hair day?" “What was your worst job experience?" "Most embarassing moment?"
Artists Exchange Table Exchange techniques, shows, art
Networking Table Business Networking: startups, marketing strategy, IPO, financing
The Writers Exchange Table mutual help for new writers and authors
Harry Potter Table movies, books and trivia
Pets Table cute pet stories, pet health
Vacations Table favorite vacations, budget vacations, dream vacations
Weather stories Table Everyone has interesting stories about weather. Blizzards, hurricanes, earthquakes, hail

Dancing
Waltz Dancing Dj music for Waltz, Polka, Congress of Vienna, Bohemian National Polka
Swing Dancing Dj music for Lindy, East Coast Swing, West Coast Swing, Shag, Balboa, Blues dances
Latin Dancing Dj music for Salsa, cha cha, samba, mambo, bachata, cumbia dances

Games Room
Social games including charades, acronamatic, the question game, story time, WHAT IF? There are social board games in the room: pick up a social board game, select a table, and invite other to play with you. You may leave any game at any time. All games stop after 30 minutes so that everyone can try other games.

Board games including cranium, outburst, monopoly, Pictionary. There are social board games in the room: pick up a board game, select a table, and invite other to play with you. You may leave any game at any time. All games stop after 30 minutes so that everyone can try other games

Card games including Hearts, Holmes Card Game, Magic: Mamma Mia, other. There are many decks of cards and many specialty card decks. Pick out a game, select a table, invite others to join. You may leave any game at any time. All games stop after 30 minutes so that everyone can try other games.

Social Rooms

Toys
Legos, Tinker Toys, K’nex, Erector sets, modeling clay, group jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzle. You are welcome to play with the toys and invite others to join you.

Script read-alouds
reading aloud scripts from TV, plays, movies, such as the Simpsons, Seinfeld, Friends, Mash, All in the Family, Hamlet, Shakespeare in Love,Buffy, Coupling, American Beauty. There are many scripts on the table. Pick one that you would like to read aloud. Select a table, invite others to join in. Everyone selects a character, and start reading aloud.

Food Sampler There is a different food sampler each Social Sampler. Some food sampler themes are ice creams, chocolates, coffees, potato chips, cookies. Odd Ice Creams with be sampled for May 26: Avacado, Buko (Baby Coconut), Ginger, Green Tea, Halo Halo (Buko, Langka, Ube, Pineapple, Mongo &Sweet Beans), Langka (also known as Jackfruit, a relative of the Fig), Lychee, Mango, Thai Tea, Sweet Coconut, and Ube (purple Yam).

Costumers Club activities include swap or sell fabric, clothing, or costumes' sewing circle talk; or meet potential new clients about new costumes, tuxes, or gowns; or finish a costume in a 'stitch and bitch' session. This is a group for costumers and seamstresses who make costumes, gowns, wedding dresses, and clothing for such events as Renaissance Faire, Dickens Faire, Science Fiction costume masquerade balls, Halloween balls and events, Sea of Dreams NYE, Anon Salon events, Costume cons, Belly Dancers outfits, Greater Bay Area Costume Group events, Art Deco's Gatsby picnic, Newport Week, San Francisco Waltzing Society, Friday Night Waltz New Year's Eve formal Waltz Balls, Peers and Gaskells formal balls.

Sing alongs
Sea Shanteys are songs traditionally sung by sailors to accompany and set the rhythm for certain kinds of heavy, repetitive work on board ship—raising and trimming the sails, raising the anchor, and working the pumps.

Musicals are the songs from musical plays and movies, such as Sound of Music, Grease, Singing in the Rain, Brigadoon, Hair, My Fair Lady, Oklahoma, Guys and Dolls.

Folk songs are just that: traditional folk songs

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Editing Price Advice

Ariellamusic — Tue, 01 May 2007 06:37:21 GMT

Dear Writers,

Are there any editors here, and if so, what do you charge to edit books, magazines and the like? I've got a potential client who's written a book, and though I've done lots of magazine work before, books are new to me. Please let me know your thoughts on this matter. Also, if you're uncomfortable writing what you charge here for any reason, feel free to E-mail me: ariellamusic@gmail.com

Peace and imagination,
Ariella

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Since It Was Requested

Sacrifice!!! — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:36:08 GMT

Here you go, completely revamped. Feedback is encouraged!

Reading Between the Lines:
Soul Laid Bare for Pity’s Sake

Pity, in some circumstances, can be described as an emotion stronger than love. Of course, love is preferred over pity. But, consider this, loving someone so much, that the fact that it isn’t reciprocated doesn’t matter. Imagine longing for someone so deeply that any acknowledgment, however negative from them suffices. Sydney pours his heart out in “Stella Oft Sees the Very Face of Woe” (Sonnet 45), showing the poet’s desperation through the language he used, in turn creating the imagery and the underlying tone imprinted on the very core of this piece. This essay will explore the language, imagery and tone of this poem, in order to better understand Sidney’s feelings while he wrote it, how he has related them to those of the woman he loved, and his desperate plea for her attention.
The diction Sidney uses in Sonnet 45 conveys his discontent at the state of affairs between himself and his unrequited love, personified as the character Stella, clearly and makes the reader connect with him in his plight. In the first three lines, Sidney’s autobiographical character, Astrophil describes his emotions, telling the reader “Stella oft sees the very face of woe / Painted in my beclouded stormy face / But cannot skill to pity my disgrace” (lines 1-3). Stella often witnesses Astrophil in his woe. “Woe” is used to communicate complete and utter misery; he is grieving over his love for her because she does not care. “Beclouded and stormy” is a metaphor for how open and raw he is, it is impossible to disguise the power of a storm, and he is unable to disguise the way he is feeling. Essentially, he wears his heart on his sleeve. He continues by saying that despite all of this, his depression and how he knows his inability to hide it, she will not even so much as pity him in his vulnerability. Stella cannot appreciate what he is going through because she is incapable of making the distinction between fantasy and reality; Sidney laments this by creating a very clear image of the scenario.
In the segment following the confession of his emotional dilemma, it becomes apparent that Sidney is trying to bring this particular image through in this poem; Stella’s indifference toward him, her inability to see the similarity between a fairytale, real life events and the consequences of such, that she herself is the cause. He speaks of her knowing that she is the source of his dismay, but seeming not to pay it any mind. But, when she heard a love story, she felt so much pity for the lovers that did not yet experience a hardship so far in their relationship, it moved her deeply enough to make her cry hysterical tears over something that did not even happen! (lines 4-8). This depresses and frustrates Astrophil all the more because it reinforces what he already knows; which is again that Stella is well-aware of what she stirs in him, but dismisses it, turning a cold shoulder and is taken by a work of fiction rather than the world around her. She is the hard hearted lady, with no concern for the one whose day she can brighten with so much as a glance or smile. Her sentiment and ignorance lays the foundation for the overall tone that echoes throughout this sonnet.
The underlying tone is melancholy, desperate. The following portion of the sonnet shows Astrophil’s last futile request for his love’s fondness and his despair as he recognizes it is in vain. “Alas, if fancy, drawn by imaged things / Though false, yet with free scope, more grace doth breed / Than servant’s wrack, where new doubt
honor brings; / Then think, my dear, that you in me do read / Of lovers’ ruin some sad tragedy (lines 9-13). He is proposing an idea to Stella; if she is so touched by something fictitious, then to look at him and not see a man, but a story. More specifically, he wants her to see him as a tragedy, of lovers’ suffering, so that she might finally understand him. If the preceding lines are analyzed with prosody in mind, Astrophil’s pain becomes almost palpable. Read lines 10-13 aloud and take care to pause at the commas, a choked voice is created, as if the one speaking is one the verge of tears. Stressing the last word of each makes this even more evident. He is begging, frantic, for her to acknowledge him. At this point in the poem, Astrophil has abandoned all hope of her returning the love he has, and will settle for any sort of emotion from her at all, even pity.
Sidney’s “Sonnet 45” confides to the reader his internal distress over his object of affection, her lack there of for him and how those things arouse a desperate plea for her attention. He makes the reader become involved with his quandary through the language, imagery and tone of this work. Sidney’s fictional self, Astrophil, is so involved in his love for Stella, so immersed, that he will take any sort of recognition her can from her, any emotional connectional at all. Love is no longer his main concern with her as in some of his other sonnets with her as his muse; he is a defeated man. And as such, he offers her a final ultimatum: If she cannot love him, pity the story he has become. “I am not I, pity the tale of me” (line 14).

Yes, I'm aware it's repetitive. Be gentle, it's my first close reading essay.

-Sacrifice

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Essay.

Sacrifice!!! — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 22:48:43 GMT

Ok, I've never done a close reading essay before, and my topic is "Sonnet 45" by Philip Sidney. I'll give you guys my outline, please give me feedback.

Central Idea - Sidney is a teenager coping with emotions he is unfamilar with, and cannot come to terms with the realization that the girl he pines for refuses him.

Intro/Thesis - Sir Philip Sidney was born in a time when the emotional limbo between childhood and adulthood had not yet been acknowledged. Regardless of this, he was still plagued by adolescent feelings and the typical awkwardness associated with expressing them. One particular work of his, "Astrophil and Stella Sonnet 45", makes his sentiment painfully clear. Sidney pours his heart out to the reader, showing his desperation through language, the imagery created with such, and the underlying tone imprinted on the very core of this piece.

Paragraph 1 Topic Sentence - The language Sidney uses in "Sonnet 45" conveys his discontent at the situation between himself and his unrequited love, Penelope, clearly and makes the reader connect with him in his plight.

Paragraph 2 Topic Sentence - It becomes apparent that Sidney is trying to bring a particular image through in this poem.

Paragraph 3 Topic Sentence - The underlying tone is melancholy, desperate.

Conclusion - The world did not allow adolescents' the luxury of delayed responsibility until one reached the age of eighteen in Sidney's time; with puberty came all the hardships of adulthood, and yet, he was still forced to endure the onslaught of teenage emotions.

I'm worried it might be too repetitive.

-Sacrifice

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How to submit a manuscript (x-posted)

feiruz_al-bnefsagia — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 22:02:54 GMT

This is just too funny...

http://www.sfwa.org/writing/howto.htm

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Journey to Me (new age poetry)

ishdeep — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 16:31:07 GMT

I hear the sound I long awaited,
I smell the scent I forever longed,
My sky seems perfect again
Onto my life, the love of an enchanted beauty has dawned

I see my lord in an endless awe,
I see all dancing in his rhythm divine,
I am mesmerized, I am willingly blind
As I see an endless pool of thy holy wine

I begin to breathe in this love,
I begin to breath out in rejoice
I still get thrills, those enchanted chills
When I am drenched with calmness, on hearing your voice

The days go by, the nights are yet to come
“ My lord! Promise me that we shall forever be at one” , I sing
I am greeted with a smile, and nothing more
What does he mean? I am still not very sure!

I begin my dance, to please the One
Being with whom , my life has blossomed into beauty
I forget myself
I forget my being
I dive into wilderness, to inspire him to find me
And there I endlessly await him..

It has been Eons now
He never showed up
I cry in bewilderment
I want him to lift me up

I race back to him
I race back to love
I race back to what is mine
I race back to what is divine

I reach his ground
Where he rested, forever found
As I went closer, to feel his warmth
I witnessed another soul, enchanting him, eating of him
I stood there in awe,
The shrieks of my soul deafened me
I didn’t want to see him any more
Neither did I want to hear his holy sound

And Now I race back
To be out of him and within Me
The one that has been sleeping throughout eternity

I wake me up
I pull me down
“ You are my first love, and now I come back to you.
Will you be at one with me?”, I ask

I hear no answer
I see no smile
I witnessed something really juvenile

A chill rushed down my spine,
I was high, without drinking any wine
I was dancing without music
I wasn’t dancing to please
I was dancing all the way
From my freedom, to my release

I no longer worshipped
I begged no more
I no longer raced from shore to shore

I have found heaven
I have found what is divine
Me is all, I can ever call mine!
Me is all, I can ever call mine!

--Ishdeep Sahni

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Samsara (new age poetry)-- please comment

ishdeep — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 12:03:14 GMT

A drop of water once loathed alone
Wishing he’d never go back home
As there, he felt lost
With no way to follow
The abundance of it all made him feel hollow
Deep within he spoke to himself
“ I’ll race to those corners where nobody can follow!”

The further he went away from his ocean
His being became full of stillness
His mind bred commotion
“ What is my purpose? What is my deed?
I have been all alone for long now,
Am I so necessary that I am still alive?
I have made myself unworthy of being!
I chose Isness when I was to Be, and now I wish to Be whilst I walk toward Isness!”

Then a smile shone upon his face
He realized that it was never too late to go home
And there, he is always loved for what he is
Be he smiling with joy, or sorrow making him moan!

He races back as fast as he can
“ I wish to be an Elephant? No! I wish to be a Man!”
He thinks to himself in excitement of the abundance that he can now be
He takes a high jump
Then he dives in to his ocean
Waiting to be all he can be

His smile grows bigger
As he now realizes
That his connection to his ocean had never been severed
It was his willingness that had gone for a ride

But now in being
He still awaits a moment
Were he’d be tested to find his will again
But then , like someone told me,
All I’ll need to do is think of this
“ Dorothy could always go back to Kansas!”
And I shall be back, in my ocean.

---- Ishdeep Sahni

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Writer's Block

Blanket — Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:46:31 GMT

What triggers and inspires my mind
I have traveled from a second time
This mass imagery of every expression
The deeper I go, the more it lessens
Every concept, every thought, every notion
How do I put these reflections in motion?
A crawl of words the spirit writer does call
A phrase of emotion to hath fall
This perpetual never ending the mind does play
With emptiness, and nothing yet to say

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The "Anti-Poetry" Poet

Daniel — Sun, 17 Sep 2006 05:44:43 GMT

Daniel Roth, the "anti-poetry poet", has released Ordinary Life in Three Acts ( www.ordinarylifeinthreeacts.com), to share his reductive
poetry with the world and to raise proceeds, taken from the book's profits, for Doctors Without Borders. Daniel proves that truth can be
found in the most reductive of poetic structure. Fluffy and elaborate verse is unnecessary when it comes to expressing the beauty and
rawness of life. When asked "Why reductive?" he said that, "People seem to range between dislike and indifference when it comes to
poetry. It often obscures. Readers tend to feel stupid because so many poems appear to make no sense. I have no need to confuse anyone."

This collection of poems reflects the arc of Daniel's life. From fish fries in Mississippi, juke joints in South Central L.A.,
barefoot dances under the Sahara Desert sky, to whirling on the beaches of Morocco to the trance of Gnawa music, these poems reflect
a joy, a curiosity and love of what is best, most authentic in people and cultures all over the planet. The poems are about love, loss,
curiosity, a life embraced in all its turmoil, richness and heartbreak.

Please visit the Ordinary Life in Three Acts website where you can read poetry and book reviews, order a copy, email comments to
the poet, or just watch one of his many dances in the desert on film. If you resonate with what you see, please send this on to your email groups because this is an
attempt to break past the old paradigm of publishing houses. This book is only being promoted through the internet to show that information,
whether it is art, poetry, or news, can be spread no matter what. With the internet, we now have the freedom to share anything we want with the world. - Daniel Roth , posted 09/16/06

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can you relate to my suffering?

Renee — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 09:23:01 GMT

Journal Entry

I am suffering right now. i am focusing myself in meditation and reflection to ease that suffering.

sometimes i wish myself to harden my heart, to close down, to safeguard against another imperfect human... to safeguard myself against my own mistaken actions...

sometimes i want to go far away.. another everything...
sometimes i want other people to go far away... time & space
sometimes i want to be cared about so much that another would make sure they never hurt me...
sometimes i want to be irreplaceable and unforgettable..
sometimes i wish that noone knew me at all...
sometimes i fear that noone really knows me at all.

Throughout my life i have had to just experience the pain, retreat, reflect,
and then it seems,
i always go back out there and offer my love.
incredibly, i aways reach out for Love's hand...

"give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the the hand of Life can contain your hearts." (-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.)

i turn to Higher Powers and keep trust that i am beloved and that i will not be betrayed by the Higher Power.
I have learned that i must turn all the hurt and fear over to It.

i pray that i will learn what i'm meant to learn and will be bathed in the Light after the tunnel is endured. i've learned to call it Faith.

i've come to realize there is always light even within the tunnel... it comes out from my heart.

Always the tunnel ends. Always.

i pray for protection and guidance.
I pray for wisdom and discipline.
i pray for compassion and love.
i pray for a long and deep dive through Life.

A-ho.

i bow in gratitude to all who have read my heart-words.

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Need to Find...

Cal — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 22:06:31 GMT

I need to find online markets, preferably paying ones. Yes, I know how to use Google, just that the best ones aren't available in the first 200 or so search pages. I also need some traffic to my Blog (see profile).

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Blues4Kali- ExperiMental Metafiction for the End Times

amana — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 02:53:05 GMT

Dear Family,

Blessings!

We're pleased to announce, at long last, the unveiling of AMPI's Pilot Project, Blues4Kali. AMPI is extremely excited to invite you to enjoy this pre-print preview of the online edition.

Blues4Kali is the third metafictional delight by author Indi Riverflow, and the first to be available under the label of AmanaMission Publishing Ink Alternative Press, created specifically to address the shortage of prose poetry like this in the modern marketplace. Please accept our invitation to preview the electronic edition at our website:

www.blues4kali.com

This novel is our gift to you and we hope you enjoy this strange chronicle of the counterculture. Please feel free to contact me with any comments or concerns about the website either here, at tribe, or by using any of the contacts that you will find at www.karmaalliancelightinstitute.com.

Blues4Kali- A twisted tale of three bussloads of tourheade exploring the inner caverns of the mind and soul while searching time, space, and the astral plane for a peace movement.

Blues4Kali is the result of nine months labor, and our very first child together. Whether she lives or dies may be up to you, so please spread this link in any way you find fitting.

Writers of all stripes: check out the Blues4Kali "Scholar's-Hip Program" for a free enlightening copy of thos mythic hymn to the hidden wisdom for the Dark Mother.

In Joy,
Om Shakti Kali Kali Om,
Amana Mission & Indi Riverflow
AMPI Alternative Press,
Peace Love Unity Respect Acceptance Light (Plural)
www.karmaalliancelightinstitute.com
www.blues4kali.com

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please help me!

orangeboxman — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:42:07 GMT

http://tribes.tribe.net/monkeypants?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Tribe%5B9fb0e991-01e6-4cea-99b9-2d6ec03cc93f%5D

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new on-line humor/rock 'zine needs kick ass writers!

Mitch — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 23:04:03 GMT

Hey everybody. I am starting a new on-line 'zine sort of thing called 'i dunno'. it's mainly an outlet for funny/creative writing, as well as pop culture and punk rock. It's a pretty goofy website, and I'm hoping that the strength of the writing on 'i dunno' will be enough to make up for my lack of web design skills. Basically, it's a forum for making fun of anything and quite possibly everything.

But the problem is, I need some help with the writing duties. i just started the website a few days ago, and already I'm extremely anxious to get some content to it, so that I can start trying to get people to come check this shit out. But having a lot of content is hard to do if you're just a one-man operation. So any strong funny/creative writers want to help a brother out?

www.idunnozine.com

That's the address. Check it out and let me know if you're interested. Please keep in mind it's a new endeavor and there's not a lot on the site yet. But I'm working on that. Also, no one's gonna make any money off of it, especially me. It's purely for fun, writing experience, and reaching a small audience. That's it.

Thanks a bunch.
- mitchell t
mitchellt@idunnozine.com

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It's so fitting...

weaseldesign — Thu, 22 Jun 2006 17:43:14 GMT

Here I am, a member of a group called "Writer's Block" and I can't think of anything to post. How appropriate. :-)

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Creative Chaos

Blanket — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 09:47:19 GMT

God I wish I could write something, anything at all
It’s like a sinkhole right square in the center of me
In dire need of nourishment, a cauldron of addiction
But nothing dares feed the unknown beast of greed
I desperately want to put a stop to the inertia of my thoughts
And write something tangible to my mental visions
But to no avail for my consciousness wanders endlessly
To write that which I crave from unrecognized depths
The exasperated conditions we find ourselves immersed in
Minus the politically obvious and stupidity of the blind
I want to share the cotton lustered daze while contemplating
How many marshmallows you can eat before you need a drink
I want to tell you how flawlessly majestic the moon is
When completely absorbed by the golden haze of dawn
I want to wrap my flowing syllables around your mind
And pull you, drag you closer to mine… touch what I feel
Taste what I am… hear what I want… see through my eyes
But alas the words remain veiled, the thoughts aimless
Buried alive in the preoccupation of you… creative chaos

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A new tribe for those

Blanket — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 00:49:05 GMT

that want honest constructive critiques on their poems and are willing to do the same
http://tribes.tribe.net/poeticconfines

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4 poems.

youknowyouloveme — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 23:54:35 GMT

Just wrote these today. Gotta do something with all these emotions. :)

#1

Unsure of myself, I
Never said I was special.
Did you think I was lying?
Even I can
Recognize a failure.

Things should be different, but they aren't.
Help is so far that
Even if it reached me, I would be long gone.

Simply try to
Kill me if
You want to help me.

So sick and tired of this internal battle
Oppressed inside myself.

Beat me until I breath no more,
Lying cold on the steps,
Under the
Ever-so scrutinizing gaze of the people.

#2

Unnoticed, I sit in the corner,
Never
Daring to look up.
Even to meet your eyes would
Reveal all my thoughts to you.

Time stops as I
Hear you heading toward me,
Every foostep echoing.

Stiffening at some sudden
Knowledge, I can't breathe as
You stop in front of me.

Shaking imperceivably, I
Open my mouth to utter some lie.

Blushing, I find that nothing escapes my
Lips. I sit there awkwardly, but you seem to
Understand.
Reaching for my hand, you lead me into bliss.

#3

Your gentle smile, like the spring wind
Softly easing the toiling traveler's troubles
Causing him to pause and wonder at its cheering influence.
(I love you. I still love you.)

Your simple blush, like the rising sun
Coming slowly at first and then emerging in its full glory
Warming all those within its glimpse.
(I love you. I still love you.)

Your angelic eyes, like the angels' grace
One glimpse is remembered forever
And convinces the viewer of your perfection.
(I love you. I still love you.)

Your silent tears, like the inspiration of martyrs
Giving those around you courage to defend you,
And to declare the unspoken.
"I love you. I still love you."

#4

Your eyes could be coals
To ignite the imagination of a painter
Into making a portrait of Aphrodite--
But, she wouldn't come close to you.

Your heart could be broken
So easily and yet be
So difficult to repair--
A definite sign of value.

Your lips look lonely
But to join them is
Not a risk I am willing to take--
Please, forgive me.

Your smile is empty
I wish I could fill it up
By spreading the joy I get from being with you--
It would definitely be enough.

Your hand dangles unheld
And I can't help but offer
To take it in mine, just for a moment--
In the hopes of making that moment last forever.

My heart was broken
And my smile was empty
And my hand unheld--
Until I met you.

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something beautiful

Laura — Wed, 18 Jan 2006 00:16:50 GMT

Yesterday I bought a beautiful journal. I have been meaning to buy this perticular one for years now, but when I got it home I couldn’t write in it. Not because I didn’t have time or a writing utensal. I had these and when I went to push the pen onto the paper I couldn’t find anything worthy enough to write in this journal. I feel as though I must have lost my mind. It’s just a journal. Why am I so afraid of being imperfect it’s what I am? I’m going to go home tonight and try again. This time if no words come I’m going to simply start by printing my name, age, address, phone number, and ect. Hopefully this may lead to more interesting topics. Oh the point of this message is to see if I’m the only one who fears recking something beautiful simply by being their self.

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i've always wanted to get some real feedback

oxalis — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 02:35:34 GMT

ok. time to break out of the fear.
i'm posting for whomever to give some feedback. Please be honest, and critical, and nice. in other words, not mean. How will i ever open up this way again? yikes, here it goes.
----------------------------------------------------------
Mary's Call

From the center circle
of love
she calls,
inviting us into her gaze
of companionship with the universe.

"Give of your love at every turn,
for your lives are woven together
inextribly connected to all.

Give love
and you will heal and be healed."

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"Free College" Blog for College-No-Gos Or for Those Who Dislike the Politics of Academia

sweetajuma — Thu, 02 Feb 2006 17:50:38 GMT

Hello Friends,

Please check out this link:

http://freecollege.blogspot.com/

The link will bring you to a "blog community" that I am trying to
start. The intention is for the participants to speak from their truth
regarding common themes that we may often think about such as: one's
work vs. one's calling, individual endeavors vs. ethical
responsibilities based on family or your values, the artist's vision
vs. general uniformity. I am hoping that these "themes" will have a
life of their own based on the nature of inquiry, wanting to know
something because you are led to it!

I created the blog to try and create a sort of "free college" for
those who are through with school (or not), and those who would like
to browse through the thoughts of others to join in "equal inquiry"
(that means being open to others' different points of view with the
goal of many ways of seeing a subject rather than arguing "your side"
of a topic).

Recently, I have felt the need to create this sort of forum for free
expression and different perspectives based on "your truth" from your
opinion, discipline, culture, or interests. In this way, we will be
teaching each other what we know...and it will be free to all!!! No
grades, no judging, and no tuition.

I hope you find it to your interest!

Eddie Ling

PS As of now, this blog is a sort of creative writing journal...come check it out!

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anyone can try this:

culturalman — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 08:19:09 GMT

I made a group: "American English", I want to put an introduction article and an introduction poem there. Any 1 can have a try, please reply the invitation I posted in my group. I 'll let my group members to vote and decide which one is the most suitble. thank you very much indeed! you can refer to my introduction writing, of course that is not good.^_^

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I new to this, but...

Stephen — Fri, 27 Jan 2006 22:32:47 GMT

Where's the insptration? I don have Writer's block per se, But I am at a loss to find a female compatriot to help me with a play... If you'd like to show some interest, let me know...

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Who was killed?

deepak — Wed, 18 Jan 2006 22:45:31 GMT

I have gone berserk! Have I? Come on, give me an answer quickly. Ok, let me think for a moment. And thus momentarily I ended the talk with myself. He says- I am getting demented day by day, though I feel that my condition is not so bad. What has happened to me?

This is story of a cool, handsome guy studying at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. He looked like a tall, smart guy. And most importantly, he had the knack of talking prudent. I won’t say that I hadn’t seen any other guy with similar grace and craft of talking, nevertheless, I can very well say that he was of the sweetest guys I could find. I still remember the way he used to smile when we talked about creepy things happening all around us. I found him smiling in the gravest of situations. He used to say that smile or perish, and he did the same thing he preached, he was smiling even on his deathbed.

I am tempted to probe into my character in the wake of his death. He once told me-' Yeah, you, you can change things, not just around you, but inside you.' I – in comparison to him- am –or was- more of a depressed guy, who always looks for things to increase burden on himself. He once said- ‘If for a second you can unload everything that you have been carrying on your tiny shoulders, you might see what I am able to see.’ What did he see? I- for some time- felt that he saw nothing but death. Yes, you got it right- he killed himself. Now, don’t feel sick. Let me complete my story. He killed himself- as people say- because he could not find enough happiness in his life; doesn’t it look all ironical? For a second, it does, but wait a second, after a while it will appear sensible. So what do you think? Yes, I am talking to you (who are reading it) that If I unload all the important things that I have been carrying with myself, will I die too? Sure, you can have your time deciding on this. In the meantime, I will continue telling you the story. I don’t have anything to verify, though, I feel what people say is incorrect. I say- he was killed; but by whom?

Let me think:
Last time when I saw him it was yesterday. Yesterday, yeah, if I remember it correctly, I went to meet him at his house for some urgent thing. Yeah, I was not feeling very well because of all this depression I have. Ok, yes, I do take depression pills, too, and that does not make me mad. Some people say that I am a little mad, but I don’t believe what they say. You might have asked Joseph, also, but now when he is dead, you cannot ask him. So I went to meet him, because I was having that fit of depression last night. I knocked on his door. He came to open the door.

‘Buddy, what’s up?’
‘How are you?’
‘I am not feeling great today.’
‘Why do you have to do this to you?’
I replied-‘I don’t know buddy; it just happens to me.’
He drawled-‘ok, then, make yourself home; I will get some coffee for us.’
He went inside the kitchen. I was still feeling very indisposed. I was thinking of something that I had to ask Joseph, though; I don’t remember what that was. So I went to sit on his couch. Then, I heard something like a scream inside me. Was that someone dying? I don’t know; it may be. Apparently, till then, Joseph came back.
I asked him-‘did you hear the scream of someone dying inside me.’ That was enough to kick him out of his poise. I could see he didn’t like my going nuts. See, it is not in my control.
I jabbed back-‘Joseph, do you think I am mad, don’t you?’
He said-‘no man, I don’t think you are mad, but sometimes you behave so strangely that I get freaked out.’
What would I have said in reply to what appeared to be a kooky thing to me. I didn’t care to reply to him. I slumped onto his couch, and started babbling something. He howled-‘what are you up to man?’
I- realizing that I was losing my brains-tried to fudge the thing by telling him-‘nothing, I was just trying to talk to myself.’ He retorted-‘when you have come to meet me, then why in this damn world do you have to talk to yourself?’

Yeah, he seemed to be right at that point. Why do I have to go crazy when it is absolutely not required. I ignoring his wisecrack again fell into my misery (actually, I don’t think I am suffering from anything, but people say that I have been into a mad house for some years, I don’t care if I was) . Then, for sometime, I remained like that, and suddenly a short while after that I stood up and started crying, I was losing my head. I could listen to what Joseph was saying-‘get outta here if you are gonna continue your hysterics.’ I was losing my head, I remember, I was whirling round and round, and I thought about something, but now, I don’t think I can recall it; I even fell on the ground and started blubbering like a child. I think- at that instant, I felt as if I had died. Yeah, I think, someone had stabbed me or shot me, though whatever it was, I didn’t like it at all. There was something else that seized my attention, and I ran for it. I realized that there was nothing. Now, I don’t know whether I had experienced this kind of spooky thing in my life before or not. But for sure, I was scared. Scared of whom? Maybe myself.

‘What happened to you?’ I was peeking over someone's face, as he was squirming on the floor.
‘I am dying. Why did you kill me?’
I snapped back-‘Did I kill you? No, I didn’t kill you, you killed yourself.’
It appeared to me later that Joseph was laughing at me lying on the ground.
I started running out of the place. I don’t know what happened to Joseph after that.

Do you think I am lying? Maybe I don’t know what happened last night, though something happened. May be I didn’t go to Joseph’s house; maybe he came to meet me. Yes, I remember it right. He came when I was watching TV, and I think- he was going crazy, not I. Wait a second. If he was going crazy then what was I doing? I was supporting him to come out of his hallucinations. Now, does that mean- it was Joseph who was going nuts and not me. Is it so? Really? Then maybe I was killed, and not Joseph. But Do I feel like dead; no. Then-who was killed?

I think -I am myself confused. Let me take a depression pill, and then decide who was killed and who killed him? What? Who was that? Did I find someone coming toward my house? Doesn’t he look like Joseph? Goodness gracious, if he is Joseph, then who am I? I should check it.

Joseph Fernandes
1221 State Street
NE Atlanta 30318

Oh my god! My name is Joseph. So am I dead? No, I don’t feel like a dead man; do I?

‘Hi Joseph, how are you?’
‘Oh Peter, is it you?’
‘Yeah, it is me.’
‘Hi peter, come on in.’
‘What were you doing, Joseph?’
‘Oh, nothing, I was just watching some TV.’
‘What were you watching?’
‘Nothing , they are showing an episode of- who was killed?’
‘How is it?’
‘I don’t know. I am finding it difficult to understand.’

After a long lull, I said, again- ‘Why do you have to do this to you?’
‘Do what, Joseph?’
‘If for a second you can unload everything that you have been carrying on your tiny shoulders, you might see what I am able to see.’
‘What are you talking Joseph?’
‘Oh nothing. Ok, make yourself home; I will get some coffee for us.’

While going inside the kitchen, I thought about Peter. It appeared to me that he is so sad. Why does he go mad, always? However, because he is tall and talks prudent- only when he is not going nuts- he has got a girlfriend. I like Joseph’s girlfriend.

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off my meds

Laura — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 22:14:50 GMT

Why is it that the only time I have anything worth writting I'm overwhelmingly sad? In a deep slum of depression.

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As We Are

emptycloud — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 03:28:36 GMT

As We Are

A solitary water crystal suspended in a cloud
Destined to create living peace and beauty
A droplet from the violent death of a far away star.

As such, travel this road lightly, breathe brightly
With intuitive resourcefulness, guided by loving intent
Draw strength from the fruits of just being.

Remember that void from which we emerged as
Particles from an exploding sun of supernova light
Carrying that imprinted consciousness of being.

Those germs of generations of genesis
As spirit within water, plant and stone
One Love, fully connected, being as we are

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need ideas to free my current writers block

Dr. — Mon, 13 Jun 2005 21:03:40 GMT

hi fellow tribe members.....i thought i was over the writers block i had from Hurricane Ivan last years iwas and am journaling everyday....writing a few poems and continuing a screenplay but now i have a deadline for an autobiographical story in 500 words and i am stumped i have started twice and get stuck a friend called me and said write it out as if no one will ever read it and see how that goes!!!! let me hear some suggestions.....love & light lilaclady

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Yellow Ancestral Son

Renee — Wed, 04 Jan 2006 23:50:28 GMT

Yellow Ancestral Son
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

dawn draping comfort
so so soft
so soft soft
lips
senses swimming swirling
soaring
entwining tresses of flesh
gentle gliding
sliding succulence

hummingbird fingertips feathering
skinslopes
exploring smallest senses
long lostness
tingling in blues and yellows
soft white indigos

drawn diving deeply
revelation inhalations
reavealing falling veils
sharing oxygen

closest vastness

merging astral travellers
seeking sustenance
nourishing naturally
cordless bonding
sacred communion

holy skin
holy seed
holy souls

sharing heartspirit
releasing attachments
honing visions
of magikal manifestation.

~~~~
Renee Hope

divine gratitude to J.J. for inspiration...

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deadlines

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 14:05:49 GMT

are the ONLY thing that motivate me. something is due tomorrow and Voia! I am having no problem working on it now, finally. I have sought professional help to address my writers block thinking maybe it was a sign I am in the wrong field or am just burnt out. 7 years later I still have the problem!

I'm not so much blocked as scared to fail I think. ugh. not writing is failing....

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New Member.

Gregory35 — Tue, 20 Dec 2005 00:47:29 GMT

Hi fellow writers.

I just joined and need to learn how to overcome writers block. I have been having it lately and want to get out of it. Need help!!

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my poem inspired by Rumi - Love is a Tree

Renee — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:22:02 GMT

Rumi's poetry has inspired me to write this continually evolving poem.. now becoming a song... any comments would be appreciated as i continue to evolve this composition...

Love is a Tree...
~~~~~

love is a tree
and the lovers are its shade,
the springtime of lovers has come.
may this dustbowl heart
become a garden.

the proclaimation of heaven
rings down,
that the bird of the soul
may rise in flight,
rise in flight.

the oceans become full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as honey
the stone turns to amethyst
the body becomes wholly soul,
holy soul.

i am Renee
reborn
rebirth.
i am a sky
where spirits live

look up today
stare into my deepening blue
listen to the breezes
whisper my secrets

dont be afraid of the dark times ahead
the dark times ahead
dont be afraid of the dark times ahead
oh everybody, everybody

when someone asks you
what there is left to do?
ah, what on earth can we do?
when someone asks you
what there is left to do?

light the candle
in their hand
in their hand
light the candle
in their hand

light the candles
in our hands, in our hands
light the candles
in each others hands
its all in our hands,
light the candles in our hands.

~~~~
R.Hope

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