Life is a phenomenon

which cannot be explained,

full of mysteries,opportunities and misfortunes,

which all arise when we don’t expect them,

for every road you’ll take, you will miss the one you didn’t.

yet in the end,

not losing hope and keep going is what we all should be doing.

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Nothing Scares An Enemy More.

Than A Person Who Keeps Smiling And Trying.

Despite His Enemies Best Efforts.

To Try And Stop Him From Succeeding.

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I just want to be happy.

See you laugh with your mouth wide open.

It gives me satisfaction.

A life worth living.

I just want to wake up proud.

See the stars shining through you.

It gives me satisfaction.

A life rich with healing.

I just want to love you.

See our days perfumed with grace.

It gives me satisfaction.

A life of understanding.

I just want nothing more.

Seeing you happy in a million frames...

It gives me satisfaction.

A life worth celebrating.

A life of healing and understanding is worth living with celebration...

Crimson red roses bloomed at night,

In that peculiar house, the only house with a light

I looked up at the sky and saw the moon shine,

And I howled and howled as if the whole world was mine.

Was I too loud? For I saw something come out,

It was from the house’s window, a woman’s silhouette

Wearing her nightgown, she walked to the balcony,

Half man and half wolf, she was surprised to see me.

Then something unusual happened, something hard to believe,

As I saw perfectly carved horns and wings come out from her body!

“I am Angel,” she said “the only one left behind.”

“I am Alpha,” said I “the last of my kind.”

The clock struck twelve and the church bells chimed,

We said nothing else, we just stood there and smiled.

So there’s someone like me, yet nice and suave,

Someone like me, someone I love.

Darkness surrounds me

The flames from my pain light my way

I hear voices that echo in my heart

I walk through crowded streets with melodies

Yet, I’m a vengeful ghost

Face to face I give you bleeding love

I bow my thoughts down to my colleague’s

When my soul cry’s it rains down pointed black tears

I reach out my hand to restore light bearing life

Only to find broken universal fears

I bathe in these fears to exhort strengthened heat

Scattered dreams running wild touch me

My thoughts are blinded by my heart

My love language is coded by the templar

My words are assassins for my creed

With every breath I take comes a lyrical chess game

Death is tatted in my eyes with a torched white flame

I am love embedded in a targeted speeding bullet

Giving looks that kill from eye’s that never wander

My change is building with a storm that’s quiet and deadly

Sekhmet breathing her unstoppable life into me

These once sweet lips now moving motions slow

I Softly kiss you only to remind the reaper

Iwear silence as my protective armor

I’ve acquired an insatiable thirst for this poison

Yet, I yearn to just watch rose’s in bloom

Written by

T.S

The only thing I know for sure is that all the philosophers were wrong. Death is not pleasant nor something to not be feared, death is cold. Dante was right by setting the 9th circle of hell in ice because torment is not burning eternally it is being gnawed by frost’s relentless bite.

The slow thawing was when I regained conciousness. Not some half-assed pediatric conciousness but Jungian conciousness, acute awareness and wisdom. The reverberations of life permeated my body as waves of sensation crawled across my frame. It was like being stabbed over every inch of my body.

As I began my slow journey outward I began to sense more and more. My eyes adjusted to light as if they had been hibernating and needed to relearn how to see. My body began to shiver from the cold as my feeling bagan to return. Torents of sound richotcheted around my brain like bullets colliding isnide of my skull.

It took a few minutes to relize I was not alone. I truly think that for a few minutes I beleived I was the only man alive, blissful minutes. The men who stood around me were tall, but I had no great claim to perception of height because when I looked across the room I saw a drinking glass stand seven feet tall.

“His irises are uneven and they keep unfocusing,” one of the doctors said. But to my untrained ears it sounded like a hoard of racoons clawing through trash,

My sight remained tinged for a few minutes but soon my senses began to dull. The heightened state of conciousness, however, did not leave me.

It was days before I could remember why I had gone into the cryochamber. Peices of the complex puzzle of life formed in my mind and slowly conected. The yound boy who would one day become Adolf Hitler. My mother who carried me a few years to early so that I would have to serve in one of the biggest blood bathes known to man. The mother of a future German soldier who would throw a hand grenade near me in such a precise location that only a few shards hit my frontal lobe leaving me wounded but not dead. The years of trying to find expieremental surgeries to remove the shards and finally my retreat to the cryochamber.

If even one of those peices had been altered slightly, it would have changed my future and subsiquently made a blemish in the overall history of mankind.

I was under constant surveilance, as if I were in the Soviet Union and not the United States of America, in the facility.

I was given a small room, which resembled a hotel with plad curtains and a TV. The TV I was given was like I remmebered: small, boxy and black and white. They told me a lot had changed but if the TV were a symbol for how much things have changed then not much seemed to have shifted. This beleif was soon destroyed as I eyed the mini fridge (that is what I was told it was called.) The shelves were decked with food that I did not recognize.

As I was inspecting my room for clues of what the future meant for me, a doctor entered my room.

“I assume that knocking is a foreign concept in 2019,” I said sarcastically to the doctor. His only response was a shameless chuckle which infuriated me.

“I do apologize for that, but I am very eager to be talking to you. There are only a handful of people who have been frozen for as long as you have and survived.”

“Please get to the point of why you are here I wish to sleep,” I said with a hint of distaste.

“Yes of course. We have given you scheduled times that you may leave with an assistant so that you may begin to familiarze yourself with the world,” the doctor said.

“If this TV is any indication of what this world has become then I will not have to familiarize myself with much,” I responded.

“Oh. That is not what televisions look like now. We have tried to decorate your room in a manner which fit your time period. Televisions are very large now.” My superiority wavered at this. Up until this point I hadn’t thought much about the advancments of human technology because I had beleived it hadn’t advanced too much.

“Well I guess we will see how I can handle it,” I say incredulously, “Now please leave.”

The doctor swiftly got up and drifted out the door.

The first thing I noticed, when I left the facility, was that cars had advanced so that they looked like sharp wasps instead of fluid worms. They moved faster and vibrant colors splashed across each one. Even the dull greys and browns were glossy and colorful.

The second thing I noticed, as we drove into the suburbs of New Jeresey, was the ammount of people. I was told that we were still leagues away from any actual city, but swarms of people choked the streets. They were all different colors, mixing together like choclate powder in milk. Like ants, they all flowed from there dwellings and recreation centers clogging the world.

We eneded at a park in New Jeresy outside of all city limits. The grass had seemed to dull in the years since I had seen it. The clouds were darker as if they had been pumped with gasoline (I later figured out that was the case).

I envisioned my world, my life in the fold of this gargantuan monster of planet. I was enveloped in the claustrophobic feelings which were created from the sheer ammount of people I had seen.

The park itself seemed so uncomfortably unsanitary that I retreated back to the car. The trees were the only thing which hadn’t changed all too much. They stood like sentinals of time unhindered by its flow.

It reminded of a story I had been told when I was young. It went a little like this, “One day a strong storm swept across a forrest leveling many trees. As one of the trees fell, it landed next to a little fern which had not fallen. The tree, while laying there, asked the fern ‘how is it that I have fallen and you have not?’ The fern responded, ’Dear friend, the wind is proud, for this reason we ferns bow to it whereas you trees stand steadfast. You would not have fallen if you had shown humility.”

I found myself seeing the planet in the same way. The advancments made by human kind were just the steadfast stubborness of the tree and one day soon, I am convicned, we will follow that fate.

We have cross paths on many occasions

Yet, I never noticed you like this until tonight

I’ve seen you before but you’re normally laughing

At times it felt like the joke was on me

Tonight you winked at me in a way that only you can

For the first time I feel that you’re truly looking at me and me only

Tonight I’m the prettiest girl in the world

As we begin this marathon of visual seduction, I smile

Feeling a warming sensation come over me, it’s your words

You began your siren song

Only to have me as a willing captive

When you shine your light on me I talk to god

When your eyes caress my frame

I’m escorted to worlds unknown to me

The aroma, the moving views and the breeze help me take flight

Everything about you is hypnotizing

Your voice is deeply rooted in me, your touch is golden

I Know you being here is always temporary, I still dive deep in these moments

I always feel loved, confident, beautiful and sexy when I’m in your sight

When you kiss me I find heaven on earth

I sacrificed my energy to you, knowing there are others

In hopes that you won’t leave me, but you always do, you have too

All the while I’m slowly dying for you

Cause in the morning I know you have to return to her

Clean Your Refrigerator Day

America Recycles Day

National Philanthropy Day

National Spicy Hermit Cookie Day

National Bundt (Pan) Day

National Raisin Bran Cereal Day

Now I know why this is clean your refrigerator day. You can even say you are doing your part to recycle. After all, you have to make room for all the fun stuff to eat to go in there.

I will touch on two of these topics.

National Raisin Bran Cereal Day

Since 1925, a variety of companies have been producing raisin bran cereal. Those companies include Kellogg’s Raisin Bran, General Mills, Total Raisin Bran, U.S. Mills, and Ralcorp’s Post Raisin Bran. However, the first was U.S. Mills. In 1925, Skinner’s Manufacturing Company based out of Omaha, Nebraska introduced the United States to Skinner’s Raisin Bran. Other bran cereals existed. However, Skinner’s debuted the first with raisins included.

For several years, Skinner’s held the exclusive right to the name “raisin bran” but that didn’t stop others from making their own. Skinner’s Manufacturing Co. had been in business since 1918. And as the country’s largest producer of macaroni, they weren’t going to let that go without a fight. They took their trademark to court. Despite being first and trademarking the name, Skinner’s lost on the grounds that the words “raisin bran” are merely ingredients.

Here is a weird factoid for you:

During his incarceration, former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein preferred Raisin Bran cereal for breakfast given by his American prison guards.

National Bundt (Pan) Day

A Bundt cake can be any cake baked in a Bundt pan, forming it into a distinctive ring shape. The mold of the Bundt pan was initially inspired by the traditional European fruit cake known as Gugelhupf. It was in the 1950s and 1960s that cookware Nordic Ware popularized the style for the mold design and trademarked the name Bundt. Nordic Ware started producing Bundt pans made from cast aluminum. Similar pans are sold as “fluted tube pans” or other similar names.

Due to the difficulty of frosting a ring-shaped cake, Bundt cakes are typically served undecorated, glazed, or dusted with powdered sugar.

In the beginning, the Bundt pan did not sell well, and Nordic Ware considered discontinuing the product. Then in the 1963 New Good Housekeeping Cookbook, the Bundt pan was mentioned, and sales increased. In 1966, sales increased dramatically when a Bundt cake called the “Tunnel of Fudge,” baked by Ella Helfrich, took second place at the annual Pillsbury Bake-Off and winning a $5,000.00 prize. The publicity from the Bake-Off resulted in more than 200,000 Bundt pan requests.

Nordic Ware has sold more than 60 million Bundt pans across North America.

To mark the 60th anniversary of the Bundt pan, Nordic Ware designated November 15 as National Bundt Day.

Recipe for a Bundt Cake:

Cooking spray, for pan

1 1/2 c. (3 sticks) butter, softened - 2 c. granulated sugar

4 large eggs - 1 tbsp. vanilla extract

1/2 tsp. almond extract (optional)

3 c. all-purpose flour

6 tbsp. cornstarch - 2 tsp. baking powder

1 1/2 tsp. kosher salt - 1 c. whole milk

Directions:

Make cake: Preheat oven to 350°. Grease a 12-cup Bundt pan with cooking spray. In a large bowl using a hand mixer (or in the bowl of a stand mixer), beat together butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add vanilla and almond extracts and mix until combined.

In another large bowl, whisk together flour, cornstarch, baking powder, and salt. Add half of the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients, beating until just combined. Pour in milk and mix until fully incorporated, then add remaining dry ingredients and stir until just combined.

Pour batter into greased Bundt pan and smooth top with a rubber spatula. Bake until a toothpick inserted into the middle of the cake comes out clean, about 55 minutes. Let cool in pan 10 minutes, then invert onto a cooling rack to cool completely.

Make glaze: Whisk together powdered sugar, milk, vanilla, and salt. Pour over cake and serve.

When it is all said and done, it should look like the picture above!

More strange holidays are coming!

My dad was a pilot, or rather, is one. A great one. He no longer collects a regular paycheck for the profession, but it’s a creed that never quite leaves the winged disciple of the skies, like the aroma of jet fuel that still clings to his wardrobe. I smell it in the midst of every fatherly embrace, and I’m whisked away to grease-floored hangars, surrounded on all sides by miraculous flying machines. The world seemed limitless back then, unguarded by the folly of Icarus. Time weighs everything down, but my dad is still my hero, and also my reminder that lofty things are not impossible things.