In search of Heather, Richard's daughter

This one's for you Rick. I hope you find your daughter very soon. anybody who reads the story below and would like to joinn in spreading it, it will be greatly appreciated.

Here's Rick's Story:








If anyone can help spread this post for me and get this out there in cyberspace, I would be forever grateful. This would be a personal favor to me.

Your birth name was Heather. You were born in the month of December,in Galveston, Texas. You turned 20 years old recently. Your mother's name was Carla. Your birth sister's name was Hillary. You were adopted as a baby, in Galveston, possibly to pawnbrokers.

I have waited many years until I knew you were over the age of 18 to even think about attempting to find you. I have searched for you many times on the internet to try and gather any information, to no avail. I have struggled with this in my mind and heart many times. As your father I have always loved you. At the adoption hearing in Galveston when you were a baby, I was in court and fought to get you, but I didn't have the money for an attorney, and the judge awarded you and your sister to the adopting parents. He sealed the court records. Your mother didn't want to separate the two of you and she put you both up for adoption together.

At the time I was an irresponsible young man. At the adoption hearing the judge looked at me and said "I know that you don't understand this decision right now, but someday you will understand that it was in the best interest of everyone involved". Looking back now, I have to agree with the judge. I would have never been able to raise you and give you the nurturing and upbringing that you deserved. I would have been another deadbeat dad.

If you read this and choose not to contact me, that is ok and I want you to know that I will understand. That will be your choice. If somehow I could just get the satisfaction of knowing that you are still alive, that would do my heart good. If you need to take your time and think about it, that is ok too. I will be here writing my life story, and you may want to read along as I write.

I would love just to know that you are doing ok, and that you were raised in a loving home. You are my only child.

Your middle name of Rose was given to you in honor of my mother. See This Post. She was one of the most wonderful people you could ever want to meet. You carry her legacy with you in your name. That is a true honor.

I love you, Heather, and hope to find out you are doing well.

Your Father,
Richard

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So there it is guys! Start posting this if you can -- facebook, twitter, blogville etc!!!

--Stanis
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Confused

on February 26, 2009.  © Stani, All rights reserved

originality laced in supremely vacuous inanities

free market initially hailed as the be all end all

failure along the way to read between the lines

innovations blighted by greed.

walls come crumbling down

road trip to economic utopia

more like a road trip to hell

no shades, no taverns by the roadside.

mighty, mighty words reverberating

containment, corrections, solutions

handbags and gladrags forgotten

profound meanings being sought.

what's the meaning of this?

what is, what will be the end game?

puppet masters cackling uncontrollably

the next level unknown, yet interesting it will surely be!

times we live in

February 2009 © Stani, All rights reserved

squeals of fury, trepidation, from times previously unknown
confusion hangs in the air, masses sucked into whirlpools of fear
the fungi in control, studious and intent in obstructing progress
spreading disbelief, pain, madness and destruction.

now joy to be found in vagrancy, not the solution
systemic discrepancies to be tackled, with imbeciles in charge hold no breath
babbling about corrections to right perfidy,
blind leading the blind.

bring out the shears, cut off the unwanted
separate wheat from chaff
these are not the times for the silent
silence brings no salvation, no ovations.

oratory to raise even the dead to cheer, what good in harrowing times?
daggers and diapers, more like cloak and daggers
contortionists', no, illusionists' work done,
still more of the insidious in the air, blind still lead the blind

Answers to the TAG

Here are the answers to the tag from poeticallytinted:

poeticallytinted got it right! gr8 guess!

1. I believe in God.

Yes, I do believe in God, totally, without any doubts. And it gives me great pride and joy to be able to attest to that fact!

2. I always believed Obama would win the US elections!

I did not always believe Obama would win. Infact, I did not believe until John McCain conceded victory. Don't blame me! After the 'rigging' in Florida for Goerge Bush, I became absolutely convinced that the Republican Giant could never be toppled! How wrong I was, and glad too!

3. When I was little, I played with a dangerous snake and am still alive!

Yes, this people find hard to believe, but it is true. I did play with a snake when I was little, I thought it was a big worm! I even held it in my tiny little fingers! That romance was shattered the next morning, when I happened outside and saw people killing my 'worm' with trepidation mixed with great gusto! Sadly, that is the source of the morbid fear that I have of snakes, all kinds.

Well that is it o! Thanks for the tag poeticallytinted

Desolate

I found this update a few moments @ poeticallytinted's called Love Hurts. It's made up of words and a few phrases. Being an addict to using words as a prompt, I decided to write something of my own out of them (hope say you no mind, poetical? :-)).

So here are the words:

Frozen
Trembling
Riveted
My heart looks on
Pried swiftly
Recklessly
Swept up in
This energy
Deliciously
Dangerously
Careening
Slipping
Groping
Falling
Aching
Frozen
Trembling...

Now need to make something of my own out of all that! Here we go!

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Desolate

February 2009 © Stani, All rights reserved

Frozen, held back as if suspended in time
here I sit, trembling once again, thinking of the hurt
crying these tears, like I always do, riveted as I was to your wiles
I should have seen this coming, now my heart looks on,
cut in pieces by your lies.

Threads of hope and joy, pried swiftly away
by webs of deceit, spun recklessly, with no thoughts, no cares
for a one swept up in intoxicating passion, so sweet, so addictive,
alluring one who went in foolishly with this energy,
not knowing it would end with so much at stake.

I savored this passion deliciously,for once in my life, i lived dangerously, led by blind obsession,now I am careening, slipping, helplessly towards despair's desolate abyss
groping, looking for a way out, my hand held towards you,
yet no reciprocity.

Falling, numb with grief, grieving over my naivety
aching, trembling, boiling, angry with myself, wishing it never got this far,I know not if I will survive this time, I do not want to. As if from outside my body,I watch my soul drift away, slowly, like a wisp of smoke, drifting towards destination unknown.

Memories

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Something about a picture or a painting inspires me to write at times. Just looking at the picture below, myriad thoughts start raging in me brain! I tell you, my muse comes alive! Fire! Ok, as you may have guessed, this is another one of my erotic poems. Sit back, relax, enjoy!

The painting below is by Luis Royo and can be found here

Waiting

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A gentle breeze blows
cool evening coming to an end
lights turned low as I lie
beneath my sheets, thoughts of you raging in my mind,

Memories of similar evenings spent in your arms
thoughts of romance, passion
how you held me, stroking me like a cat
memories of my purrs and sighs.

Waiting patiently for you
I lie back on my bed
staring at your picture,
somehow, I drift off.

While I wait for you, in my dreams,
I feel your presence, your breath,
warm, wispy, I feel it on my neck, everywhere,
your hands all over, caressing, soothing my ache.

Now I can feel you, yes I feel you,
like a stallion, your staff is at full mast,
still I await, sweating, writhing in my sheets
hands between my legs, touching, taking me to greater heights!

Memories, memories, dreams
these are all I have of you
while I wait for you
waiting for untrammeled passion!

The Question of whether God exists

The age-old question of the existence of God popped into my mind this morning. I could not help musing about it. I mean, the idea of one God was introduced to us by the missionaries who came via the various colonial masters. It came as quite a shock to me, when I started living in the west, to realize that God had been relegated so much to the back-burner that one needed to be careful so as not to offend people's sensitivity regarding the matter - that is people who did not believe in the existence of God. It started me thinking - perhaps the introduction of God to conquered societies was a way of making the people subservient, or perhaps God was just an illusion created to help foster a docile populace? Who knows really? I don't!

It's just a question to think about - how better off is the world today with the absence of God from everyday living? Would crime (financial, robberies, etc) be more curtailed if people had the fear of God in their hearts today? questions, questions leading to more burning questions! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Glad to get that scream outta mi system! Anyway, here's a write-up I found on somebody's blog. Enjoy it:

Does God Exist?

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: “I don’t believe that God exists.”

“Why do you say that?” asked the customer.

“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things.”

The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: “You know what? Barbers do not exist.”

“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”

“No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”

“Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens, is, people do not come to me.”

“Exactly!”- affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”

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