Yard Work is My Relaxation, Updated from April 20

A clean dwelling space and organized laundry are all things desired and mostly done on a daily basis, but yard maintenance is truly relaxing for me.



Every year I witness dried out discolored flower buds and weeds pierce the Earth with their presence and resilience to come back thicker and more abundant each year. I revel in throttling the take over of decayed debris, weeds and dead leafs. I could easily live on an island as a sole entity with an infinite food and water supply. As long I could landscape outdoors, play on the internet and have an endless supply of books, I'd be more than OK.



I have seen the brilliant natural colors of rose buds and other lush flowers relish in the spring and summer months. Plants and flowers accentuating the yard while birds flutter in the fresh water of their baths.





The hedges, plants, trees and weeds have filtered my time with positive passion, and yet in the yards need for constant attention, I have found no labor more pleasing then yard maintenance.

Despite the weeds uncontrollable flourishing, there is sheer delight in always filling the debris box with them and admiring the beauty of the flowers that were once shrouded in the weeds presence. The brilliant natural colors of the many varieties of plants blooming from my care as they caress the grounds of this shining jewel known as Earth harbors great satisfaction.



Entrapped upon this planet engulfed in foliage resides myself, yearning to maintain a tiny bit of natural beauty known as Mother Earth.

Added pictures of my various yard encounters since the new year began nearly six months ago.

Reflection

Dreams to forget, dreams to achieve. Reality frequently blurring our focus. Knowledge over powers laughter, laughter dances on knowledge, it dances with wisdom, it dances with foolishness. Playing with our poisons and laughing with our friends while flies still cloud hungry children's eyes in the desert.

Which generation will destroy the last of civilization? Ticking traps shroud my true passions into the abyss of work and insecurity. Ticking traps refer to the time-clocks of work. A meaningful career and visions of ultimate success have diminished into the acceptance of being nothing more than a nine digit number used for tax and identification purposes.

Happiness is embracing my individuality and having family and real friends. Getting old is awesome. My dad said dying young is worse than getting old. As I get old things that used to concern, bother or flat out piss me off are nothing more than laughing matters. Road rage is a thing of the past for example. Being smitten over a beautiful women who is nice to me is another ancient emotion.

I used to drink to the point of blacking out, puking or passing out to combat the feeling of never being with a woman who'd bear my children, or love me back. Having worked with preschool aged children professionally for more than six years has solidified to me that I'd have been a horrible parent. If I had children, they would have been insatiable brats.



As for perpetually being alone, I've embrace it. The few and I emphasize few women I've had in my life were never ones that I truly wanted to be with and I'm 100 percent positive the feeling is mutual.

Every relationship I've had with women, the extremely few, was just me going through the motions, and succumbing to what our society dictates how we're all supposed to live. Everyone in my age group for example should be married with grown children, divorced with off-spring or be with their gay lover. Word around the campfire states that 50 percent of U.S. marriages end in divorce, maybe because couples marry for money, peer pressure and seldom for love.

If your not successful, such as myself, living by yourself is unaffordable unless you have a wife, girl friend or room-dog to go halves on the rent / mortgage payment. Personally, I'm lucky enough to have family for affordable rent and my own space; life is good.



As wonderful as my immediate family and real friends are, I could be very happy alone on an Hawaiian island abundant with food, water, Wi-Fi, the Internet and a countless supply of books.

"If I could live forever in a 25-year-old body, an endless healthy mind engulfed in a world where everyone has what they desire, (aside from the macabre) and a land without wars, crime, death, leaders, followers or money, I'd be extremely content," I said.

Dead Poem Archives; Baseball & Basketball

        Baseball

 

Bears wake in the spring, flowers bloom and

open hearts embrace love. Baseball begins,

it’s unique because the defense has the ball.

The ball is round, the Earth is round.

Winter, spring, summer and fall, three months

per season, three outs per half inning. Four seasons,

four balls for a free base.

Nine months in the womb. Nine innings per game.

Sometimes late births, sometimes extra innings.

Warm summer nights and stadium lights.

Ball games and barbeques. Life and death.

Safe and out.

Fall begins in the ninth month. Nine players

per team take the field

Fall foliage. Fall classic. Winter season. off season.

 

Izzy Schurr from his Dead Poem writings

 

Basketball

 

Ten commandments, the rim is ten feet high.

Five business days a week, five players per side.

Two days in a week end, two points per

basket. Three day weekends, three point

shots and plays. Net profit, nothing but net.

Round sun, round ball. Out of time, fouled out. No

football or baseball in March; march madness.

Izzy Schurr

Relax Everyone, If the Bible is Correct, We're All Going To Hell

 

If you want to go to heaven you must devote your entire life to God, give up the world, family and home for the lord.

According to the Christian doctrine, the Bible, no one is worthy of heaven. The whole bit about Jesus dying for our sins won't get anyone into heaven especially if you're rich. All the mega movie stars, sports stars and rock stars are destined for hell.

Most doctors and dentist in the world are rich, which the vast majority of the population needs if not the entire population, but all those years of schooling and helping the physically sick and giving us healthy gums and teeth, too bad, it's hell for them.

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God," Jesus said. (Matthew, 19;24)

After reading the above verse, apparently rich women can get to heaven. The above verse after all states no rich man, not rich people. So only rich women can get to heaven in the exact science of the Bible.

I read the Bible and perceive God as nothing but narcissistic and uncaring. Even if your poor, you'd better leave your family and devote your entire life to God, it's something required to get to heaven.

Be fruitful and multiply the Bible states. (Genesis 1; 28) That's fantastic, get married, have children, then abandon them for God.

"And everyone that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children or lands, for my name's sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life," Jesus said. (Matthew 19; 29)

Without faith, without heaven. No one gets to heaven then. Mormon Christians told me last year that I take the Bible too literally. I just respond to what is written in the book, and I see no reason to attend the white mans church, pray to or worship a self centered dictatorial deity.

The Bible states that nothing is impossible if a person has true faith in God. My reasoning has given me the conclusion that not a single entity out of the more than 7 billion people on Earth has real faith in the Christian God.

But without faith it is impossible to please Him; for he that cometh to God must believe that he is and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. (Hebrews 11; 6)

I'm willing to bet that God's reward is eternal life in heaven. A true Christian can actually move mountains. It is written in the book Christians use to this very day in their preaching at church. I really have a hard time believing that generation upon generation for thousands of years, not one Christian has moved a single mountain to display God's awesome power.

If I were a true Christian, I'd personally show all the non-believers God's power. Yes, I'm willing to assume if anyone, especially a Christan is still reading, that this is not how God works. He's based on faith we're all told in church.

God Himself, if He is what the Bible states He is not a show off, nor a puppeteer, hence free will. OK, I'm willing to buy that philosophy, but us humans, Christian or not relish the spot light, that moment when everyone seems to love only you.

I say unto you, If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you," Jesus said. (Matthew, 17; 20)

God, according to Christians will never show himself until it's too late for us all, but the human ego, especially at least one person on this planet would have moved a mountain by now. Since this has never happened it dictates to me that no one has faith in God and without faith, no one goes to heaven. Also with true faith, according to the above verse, nothing is impossible.

Again, If I were a true Christian, I'd give myself the power to end all wars and world hunger. Nothing is impossible according to Jesus. Reading the Bible only tells me that Christians as well as their God are selfish beings who have no heart or soul. If God existed, at least one Christian on Earth would use their faith to end all evil and perversions of world leaders and their power.

Either the Bible and its God is complete balderdash, which is what I believe or God and His followers are caught up in some sick twisted game in which children and women still get abused among countless other evils that will always haunt the human race.

Believe and think for yourself, we're all going to hell anyway, except for a few rich women.



"Wild" Works for The Entertainment Senses.

"Wild" with Reese Witherspoon illustrates the need to live your own life, make mistakes and strive to conquer the enemy within us all while embracing the balance of safe and dangerous.

Reese Witherspoon portrays real life Cheryl Strayed who co-wrote the screen play with Nick Hornby based on her memoir "Wild: From Lost to Found on The Pacific Crest Trail." In June of 1995 rookie hiker Cheryl Strayed took 94 days to hike from California to Washington totalling 1,100 miles.



Strayed was faced with a personal decision to give up life for meaningless sex and the self abuse of heroin use. Instead, she decided to walk off her demons literally. Subtly foxy Witherspoon is a refreshing high level Hollywooder who doesn't get caught up in the big money of lame plots and redundant special effects which first embraced its audiences in 1976 with "Star Wars." For the record I consider "Star Wars" and its first two counter parts "The Empire Strikes Back" and "Revenge of The Jedi" classics. Carrie Fisher was especially eye pleasing in "Revenge of The Jedi," but I am off track.

"Wild" is not a riveting must see, but well worth a watch. Anyone who lives through self abuse, and is mentally still functional, anything is possible. Don't give up is a simple way to view the theme of "Wild," but I like it. Cheryl (Witherspoon) is devastated by the loss of her mom Bobbi (Laura Dern) and takes a dark turn into the realms of loserville. While on her arduous hike she writes, reads and reflects on life itself. Do bad decisions destroy us or do the set the path for a better life? The answer is what you personally believe.

"Wild" is a three star watch for me because it sans bombastic special effects and a story geared for  8-year-old minds.