* Dreams only become reality if they are followed.
* Never question the possibilites, Live them.
* Fantasy's await your actions, if you await fantasy's, thats what they will remain, A Fantasy.
* Dreams that are left alone could be stolen.
* "What if's?", only become burdens on the soul.
* Thoughts are OUR only true possesions.
* Find yourself through anothers soul.
To Be Continued...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Life Lives in my Absence
Sounds of silence embody the mind and soul;
When I'm away the streams still flow,
the mountain air continues to breathe,
the ocean waves lay upon the shore,
the brisk night air still chills the spine,
and the sun will soon quiet the voices of the dark.
I will not be present, nor will I witness, however,
the mysteries of life live in my absence.
When I'm away the streams still flow,
the mountain air continues to breathe,
the ocean waves lay upon the shore,
the brisk night air still chills the spine,
and the sun will soon quiet the voices of the dark.
I will not be present, nor will I witness, however,
the mysteries of life live in my absence.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Fishing for Life's Trophy
The light was dim,
the fog was dense,
the air was cool & crisp.
I peered through the mirror,
focused on the destination,
and dreamed of the trophy.
Follow the map to the end of the line,
rigged the vessel,
sailed to the edge of the horizon.
The sun burns,
the wind blows,
the fish swim.
Not a catch,
not a bite,
not even a nibble.
Even with no trophy,
even with no meal,
I still maintain my smile.
For its not the fish i was fishing for,
nor the fish I was fighting for,
for this was the life I was living for.
by: Brandon A. Jones
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thanks Andre' Bauer...
Just wanted to share a recent email to Andre' Bauer, Lt. Gov. of South Carolina... The 1st post is my email to him and the 2nd is his response only a day later... Thanks Andre', at least I know someone does listen. Thanks. B.
Subject: Thank you for Standing up
I just would like send out a thank you for standing up for working class America. I am a High School educator in Georgia, my entire school is on a free lunch program due to the community poverty, a poverty mainly made up of welfare recipients. I completely agree that parents with governmental dependency should have to show attendance to a number of Parent conferences, PTO meeting, parenting courses, etc. in order to continue receiving monthly checks. Furthermore, I think that these recipients should have random drug testings and be required to apply to a certain number of jobs per month and be required to attend job fairs throughout the year. Many of these same requirements are placed on individuals who desire work in order to receive their unemployment checks so, why can't stipulations be placed on individuals who have no desire to work. In my county I see a trend developing in my classes at the secondary level, already forming with a lazy, uncaring attitude that someone owes them something.
As a side note, all of the cuts in education lately, you know I haven't once heard of the welfare being cut!!! What is this when government rewards laziness and punishes the hard workers?
Honestly, I am completely agitated with the whole system. I supported myself through college and now owe tons in students loans, while working 2 full time jobs I saw fellow students, unmarried, with illegitimate kids running around, and they went to college on government grants and didn't even have a part time job and always enjoyied student life.
Come to GA you have my Vote!
Thanks for listening and standing up for working class America,
A very concerned Tax Paying American Citizen
RE:Thank you for Standing Up
Brandon,
Thank you very much for your kind words of support. While I acknowledge I could have used a more tactful metaphor, I stand behind the point I was trying to make, which is we must do something to end the culture of dependency on the government. I may not always be “politically correct”, but I will always be honest. Additionally, I have never suggested taking away a child’s government benefits (school lunch) because of the parent’s behavior. What I do believe is that a parent who is receiving government assistance should be compelled to show just a little interest in their child’s education by attending a parent-teacher conference or a PTA meeting a time or two a year. Studies show that children whose parents take an active role in their education fare better in the end.
If you feel comfortable doing so, it would be really helpful if you would go online to the newspaper and TV station websites around the state (thestate.com, greenvilleonline.com, postandcourrier.com, aikenstandard.com, foxcarolina.com, wyff.com, wistv.com, etc.), click on a story about this, and post a positive comment on the “comment” thread at the bottom. Also, letters to the editors are going to be very helpful over the next few days, so please consider writing one. If there is something you want my staff to proof before you submit, or if you need talking points please email matt.robinson@andrebauer.com. If you would like to help out with my campaign, please let Matt know. Of course, you can always go to andrebauer.com to help me continue to spread the message.
Thanks again for your message of support, and please let me know if there is anything I can ever do for you.
Warm regards,
André
Subject: Thank you for Standing up
I just would like send out a thank you for standing up for working class America. I am a High School educator in Georgia, my entire school is on a free lunch program due to the community poverty, a poverty mainly made up of welfare recipients. I completely agree that parents with governmental dependency should have to show attendance to a number of Parent conferences, PTO meeting, parenting courses, etc. in order to continue receiving monthly checks. Furthermore, I think that these recipients should have random drug testings and be required to apply to a certain number of jobs per month and be required to attend job fairs throughout the year. Many of these same requirements are placed on individuals who desire work in order to receive their unemployment checks so, why can't stipulations be placed on individuals who have no desire to work. In my county I see a trend developing in my classes at the secondary level, already forming with a lazy, uncaring attitude that someone owes them something.
As a side note, all of the cuts in education lately, you know I haven't once heard of the welfare being cut!!! What is this when government rewards laziness and punishes the hard workers?
Honestly, I am completely agitated with the whole system. I supported myself through college and now owe tons in students loans, while working 2 full time jobs I saw fellow students, unmarried, with illegitimate kids running around, and they went to college on government grants and didn't even have a part time job and always enjoyied student life.
Come to GA you have my Vote!
Thanks for listening and standing up for working class America,
A very concerned Tax Paying American Citizen
RE:Thank you for Standing Up
Brandon,
Thank you very much for your kind words of support. While I acknowledge I could have used a more tactful metaphor, I stand behind the point I was trying to make, which is we must do something to end the culture of dependency on the government. I may not always be “politically correct”, but I will always be honest. Additionally, I have never suggested taking away a child’s government benefits (school lunch) because of the parent’s behavior. What I do believe is that a parent who is receiving government assistance should be compelled to show just a little interest in their child’s education by attending a parent-teacher conference or a PTA meeting a time or two a year. Studies show that children whose parents take an active role in their education fare better in the end.
If you feel comfortable doing so, it would be really helpful if you would go online to the newspaper and TV station websites around the state (thestate.com, greenvilleonline.com, postandcourrier.com, aikenstandard.com, foxcarolina.com, wyff.com, wistv.com, etc.), click on a story about this, and post a positive comment on the “comment” thread at the bottom. Also, letters to the editors are going to be very helpful over the next few days, so please consider writing one. If there is something you want my staff to proof before you submit, or if you need talking points please email matt.robinson@andrebauer.com. If you would like to help out with my campaign, please let Matt know. Of course, you can always go to andrebauer.com to help me continue to spread the message.
Thanks again for your message of support, and please let me know if there is anything I can ever do for you.
Warm regards,
André
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Mysterious Jolly Roger
As I left out this morning, work bound, the dew was heavy. and the sky was grey. I looked across the foggy lawn at the skiff stare into the distance wishing I was crawling aboard for a day at sea. then it happened, so appropriately, Ol' Jolly Roger Whipped around with a sudden breeze and stuck to the damp windshield of the center console and stared at me. I felt needed by the sea!!!
- True Story
Capt. B
Dead Mans Chest
- True Story
Capt. B
Dead Mans Chest
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Pirates of the Open Waters
Pirates of the Open Waters...
exactly what we were a couple of weeks ago, every time I climb aboard any vessel I feel the excitement and desire of a rugged, moralless pirate...
Far fetched imagination you might say, for me, its research and history. I'm not sure if I had any pirate ancestors or how I would feel about them if I did. Not really a respectable career, however, very intriguing and interesting never the less. I feel guilty saying this but I get a rush from the current pirate attacks. Not excited of them harming a human being, but from the history and the past of pirate life, with the exception of prostitution, pirating may be one of the oldest professions...
...back to the story, headed out onto the open water, a night of camping, exploring, fishing, bullshitting, rum drinking, making up stories, and living one night on a deserted island, an island filled with lost treasure and mystery. Upon offloading the mothership (Surrender the Booty) into the water, anxiety filled my veins, felt like the first time all over again, as Captain Jarrett started the engine we knew it was only minutes before the adventure began. I could picture Blackbeard's deckhands loading Queen Annes Revenge with ammunition, rum, food, and raising the sails, ready to embark on their next path to Hell...
The water was rough, always alittle harsh on the nerves, but adds to the excitement of being upon unsettled waters, mother-nature in control, just a tiny speck surrounded by Salt Life. A 10 minute trip that lasted two hours now...
Land Ahoy!!! Find the perfect camp spot, "tide is going to be high tonight", Gather twigs, palmettos, and palms. Look for wildlife, and hunt for food, wait, wait, wait... Priorities, Priorities mate, Pass the RUM! Now, take the new cutlass that i have been fantasizing about using for weeks now, and start cutting palmettos for a gear pad and the dead ones for the fire. Start the fire, wait... wait... the vessel is washing ashore... push, lift... back to the fire..
there we go we have smoke and there it is... Captain Jarrett has always had a nak for starting cod roasters. OK we are right on track. "Wait.. wait... wait..., hurry come quick the rough current has again washed the mothership ashore, this time, its dark, the RUM is working its magic and mother-earth has done a number on the boat, lift, push, lift, push, twist, lift, push, almost there. OH MY GOD!!! MOTHER OF ALL LOST PIRATE SHIPS!!!!!!! MY LIP!!! THE BOAT HIT ME IN THE FACE AND I BIT THE DAMN THING OFF!!! Blood is gushing like I have been razorsliced in the face, hurt like hell it did, "Yo Bro, probably could use a few stitches, the ship is wrecked ashore, have to wait till morning comes before we can leave. "Pirate First Aid" time, pass the RUM, 5 big gulps and sanitize the wound, awwwwwwwww!!! that's a nice feeling, feels similar to sticking your head in the fire pit. A little ice now, more Rum, and forget about it. A few more moments and gone, not asleep, drunk from rum and adrenaline, things become foggy and wow morning time, damn my head is pounding, I swore i wasn't going to get plastered, Tylenol please!, DAMN, Pirates had to be some tough mothers! Feeling weak and wimpy this morning. Get the boat in the water, coffee, load the boat, coffee, more coffee, more Tylenol, homeward bound! A night in dreamer's eyes, lived to the fullest, and unforgettable adventure. A little adventure + a huge imagination = Complete Satisfaction. Never give up an opportunity to make a good-time a life experience by adding your own little twist.
exactly what we were a couple of weeks ago, every time I climb aboard any vessel I feel the excitement and desire of a rugged, moralless pirate...
Far fetched imagination you might say, for me, its research and history. I'm not sure if I had any pirate ancestors or how I would feel about them if I did. Not really a respectable career, however, very intriguing and interesting never the less. I feel guilty saying this but I get a rush from the current pirate attacks. Not excited of them harming a human being, but from the history and the past of pirate life, with the exception of prostitution, pirating may be one of the oldest professions...
...back to the story, headed out onto the open water, a night of camping, exploring, fishing, bullshitting, rum drinking, making up stories, and living one night on a deserted island, an island filled with lost treasure and mystery. Upon offloading the mothership (Surrender the Booty) into the water, anxiety filled my veins, felt like the first time all over again, as Captain Jarrett started the engine we knew it was only minutes before the adventure began. I could picture Blackbeard's deckhands loading Queen Annes Revenge with ammunition, rum, food, and raising the sails, ready to embark on their next path to Hell...
The water was rough, always alittle harsh on the nerves, but adds to the excitement of being upon unsettled waters, mother-nature in control, just a tiny speck surrounded by Salt Life. A 10 minute trip that lasted two hours now...
Land Ahoy!!! Find the perfect camp spot, "tide is going to be high tonight", Gather twigs, palmettos, and palms. Look for wildlife, and hunt for food, wait, wait, wait... Priorities, Priorities mate, Pass the RUM! Now, take the new cutlass that i have been fantasizing about using for weeks now, and start cutting palmettos for a gear pad and the dead ones for the fire. Start the fire, wait... wait... the vessel is washing ashore... push, lift... back to the fire..
there we go we have smoke and there it is... Captain Jarrett has always had a nak for starting cod roasters. OK we are right on track. "Wait.. wait... wait..., hurry come quick the rough current has again washed the mothership ashore, this time, its dark, the RUM is working its magic and mother-earth has done a number on the boat, lift, push, lift, push, twist, lift, push, almost there. OH MY GOD!!! MOTHER OF ALL LOST PIRATE SHIPS!!!!!!! MY LIP!!! THE BOAT HIT ME IN THE FACE AND I BIT THE DAMN THING OFF!!! Blood is gushing like I have been razorsliced in the face, hurt like hell it did, "Yo Bro, probably could use a few stitches, the ship is wrecked ashore, have to wait till morning comes before we can leave. "Pirate First Aid" time, pass the RUM, 5 big gulps and sanitize the wound, awwwwwwwww!!! that's a nice feeling, feels similar to sticking your head in the fire pit. A little ice now, more Rum, and forget about it. A few more moments and gone, not asleep, drunk from rum and adrenaline, things become foggy and wow morning time, damn my head is pounding, I swore i wasn't going to get plastered, Tylenol please!, DAMN, Pirates had to be some tough mothers! Feeling weak and wimpy this morning. Get the boat in the water, coffee, load the boat, coffee, more coffee, more Tylenol, homeward bound! A night in dreamer's eyes, lived to the fullest, and unforgettable adventure. A little adventure + a huge imagination = Complete Satisfaction. Never give up an opportunity to make a good-time a life experience by adding your own little twist.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Step III - The Big Question?
February 07, 2009
Today is the big day.
8:00 a.m. -Wake-up
8:10 a.m. - Feed the Pups
8:15 a.m. - Coffee
9:00 a.m. - Breakfast & Tylenol
9:45 a.m. - More coffee
10:30 a.m. - Shower
10:45 a.m. - Dress
Noon - Sarah, unaware of what the day holds - Wakes up
1:30 p.m. - Ready to go and the Brown family shows up, what is this??? Sarah is going to want to go with them, this is messing up the plans, what is going to happen, is this really happening to me?
2:00 p.m - Finally on the way, you know to the coast, its a beautiful weekend in February and I am craving the smell and feel of the ocean's therapy.
3:30 p.m. - Pick up lunch to-go from Arby's and find parking ( I can't believe that I really just paid 5 bucks for parking and I can park at the Hotel for free.)
4:00 p.m. - The wind is whipping through the cool air and across the top of the loose sand, I am freezing. So much for the planned picnic with champagne and cuddling on a blanket on the beach, it is freakin cold!
4:15 p.m. - Finished eating Arby's (The new toasted subs are awesome). Sarah fed the birds and we are now being attacked. She is ready to go, wait the moment is not right yet, I have to get my mind right, I take a hike to the closest trash can to toss the leftovers and our garbage... This will give me that moment with my thoughts. As I return and sit, Sarah is insisting, "Lets go, it is so cold." Ok this is it! As I pack away our things in my survival pack, I explain to her that sometimes you plan things and have this perfect mental picture of how everything will fall in place and then it turns out freezing and your plans change. As I am explaining, I fondle around my bag until that little black box falls into my palm. This is it!!! As I stand, turn, and fall to my knees. She is continuesouly asking, "Are you serious, are you serious, tears roll down our faces as I ask. She says YES! The ring is huge, but gorgeous on her hand. Chapter II of 'US' begins now. What a beautiful day!
Today is the big day.
8:00 a.m. -Wake-up
8:10 a.m. - Feed the Pups
8:15 a.m. - Coffee
9:00 a.m. - Breakfast & Tylenol
9:45 a.m. - More coffee
10:30 a.m. - Shower
10:45 a.m. - Dress
Noon - Sarah, unaware of what the day holds - Wakes up
1:30 p.m. - Ready to go and the Brown family shows up, what is this??? Sarah is going to want to go with them, this is messing up the plans, what is going to happen, is this really happening to me?
2:00 p.m - Finally on the way, you know to the coast, its a beautiful weekend in February and I am craving the smell and feel of the ocean's therapy.
3:30 p.m. - Pick up lunch to-go from Arby's and find parking ( I can't believe that I really just paid 5 bucks for parking and I can park at the Hotel for free.)
4:00 p.m. - The wind is whipping through the cool air and across the top of the loose sand, I am freezing. So much for the planned picnic with champagne and cuddling on a blanket on the beach, it is freakin cold!
4:15 p.m. - Finished eating Arby's (The new toasted subs are awesome). Sarah fed the birds and we are now being attacked. She is ready to go, wait the moment is not right yet, I have to get my mind right, I take a hike to the closest trash can to toss the leftovers and our garbage... This will give me that moment with my thoughts. As I return and sit, Sarah is insisting, "Lets go, it is so cold." Ok this is it! As I pack away our things in my survival pack, I explain to her that sometimes you plan things and have this perfect mental picture of how everything will fall in place and then it turns out freezing and your plans change. As I am explaining, I fondle around my bag until that little black box falls into my palm. This is it!!! As I stand, turn, and fall to my knees. She is continuesouly asking, "Are you serious, are you serious, tears roll down our faces as I ask. She says YES! The ring is huge, but gorgeous on her hand. Chapter II of 'US' begins now. What a beautiful day!
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