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THE PEN
I sit with a pen, a poem to write
Ink flowing darkly across the page
And I realize its link to life
Each line and letter a metered day
At this sad thought I halt my pen
A vain attempt to stem its flow
But I know that ink unused runs dry
Its purpose spent with naught to show
For I am the soul to the pen I hold
And the pen must follow where I lead
As my soul in life must show the way
My life, the pen, the ink my deeds
So scribble deep and doodle large
Color outside lines, draw off the page
Ere ink runs dry and your life unlived
Your pages blank and death the wage
Matthew Moran - May 9, 2003
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[Photo Archive] May 2008
[Camera] Canon EOS30D + Canon EF-S 17-85mm f/4-5.6 IS USM
This apartment (upper right of the building) is where we lived for three years (71-73) when I was a Jr and Sr in high school and Freshman year of college. It was a grand old building with only four apartments, so they were all quite large. Unfortunately, it has been unlived in for many years and had fallen into complete disrepair. Wednesday night there was a fire (doubtful an accident) with just the outer walls still in tact. I had gone over to take picures yesterday when that storm was approaching. The stormy sky series was shot from here looking across the street.
Terrorism in any form - religious, polotical or otherwise - is the bane of a civilized soceity. What happened in Mumbai can shatter not just a city's but a nation's spirit. The heart-wrenching events of the past few days have not just hit the core of every citizen of the financial capital of India but of every Indian. Let us salute the brave officeers who laid down their lives guarding us from the demons of terrorism. May the souls who moved on during these five horrific days find peace in the arms of God.......Amen.
However, we still see the unwavering strength and the spirit of Mumbai in the faces of its citizens. Strength which can shrug of any act of injustice against them and the spirit to move on after it. This courage needs to be shared by each Indian, putting aside differences of caste, creed, gender and most imporatantly, religion.
After 61 years of gaining independence, we are again fighting for freedom. But this time it is our freedom to live. To choose our own destinies. To define the future of our nation. Let us keep the flame of freedom burning in our hearts and denounce any acts against it vehemently.
"History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again. "
- Maya Angelou
"Let us declare that the state of war does exist and shall exist so long as the Indian toiling masses and the natural resources are being exploited by a handful of parasites. They may be carrying on their insidious exploitation through mixed or even on purely Indian bureaucratic apparatus. All these things make no difference......The war neither began with us nor is it going to end with our lives."
- Bhagat Singh
Vande Mataram!!
Lest we forget, excerpted from: When Children Die: Improving Palliative and End-of-Life Care for Children and Their Families.
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Institute of Medicine (US) Committee on Palliative and End-of-Life Care for Children and Their Families; Field MJ, Behrman RE, editors.
Washington (DC): National Academies Press (US); 2003.
"Death in Childhood Is No Longer Expected
In 1900, 30 percent of all deaths in the United States occurred in children less than 5 years of age compared to just 1.4 percent in 1999 (CDC, 1999a; NCHS, 2001a). Infant mortality dropped from approximately 100 deaths per 1,000 live births in 1915 (the first year for which data to calculate an infant mortality rate were available) to 29.2 deaths per 1,000 births in 1950 and 7.1 per 1,000 in 1999 (CDC, 1999b; NCHS, 2001a).2
This decrease in mortality reflects a century's worth of advances in public health, living standards, medical science and technology, and clinical practice. Many infants who once would have died from prematurity, complications of childbirth, and congenital anomalies (birth defects) now survive. Children who previously would have perished from an array of childhood infections today live healthy and long lives thanks to sanitation improvements, vaccines, and antibiotics. In the United States, the average life expectancy at birth rose from less than 50 years in 1900 to more than 76 years in 1999, due in considerable measure to continuing reductions in infant and child mortality (NCHS, 2001c)."
guessing this will be turned into even more unlived in luxury flats for the super rich.
just what london needs.
From www.neverforgetsandyg.com/ Sandra Galas, 27, born in Japan, raised on Kauai, died amidst many unlived dreams and hopes for an exciting future.
This stunning, vibrant, young mother of two died before her time. Her murder remains unsolved, leaving family and friends wondering how and why this could have happened to someone so beautiful and promising.
Galas who was found murdered in her car, in her garage on Jan. 25, 2006 at 549 Lei Papa Place, Eleele Nani, died of strangulation with a cordlike object and blunt-force to her head, according to her death certificate.
At the time of her death, she was going through a bitter custody battle and divorce.
Sandra's ex-husband, Darren Galas, was arrested and held for 48 hours following her murder. He was released pending charges.
Police are still hoping anyone with information on her killer will come forward, either anonymously or otherwise.
Sandra's parents are offering a $10,000 reward to anyone who has information leading to an arrest and conviction.
Putting an end to violence against women might seem like a large goal, but it's something the family is hoping will be addressed, one family at a time.
To help put an end to violence against women, make a donation to:
YWCA Kauai
3094 Elua Street
Lihue. Hawaii 96766
E-mail ywcakauai@ywcakauai.com
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Don't be afraid of death n
Be afraid of an unlived life.
You don't have to live forever,
You just have to LIVE.
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don't be afraid of living; be afraid of an unlived life.
you don't have to live forever, you just have to live.
with waking every morning comes memory-
lifetimes unlived, fragments of what was and hints of what may be.
i pass quietly through daily monotony and rituals, routines while the machine in my head sorts through markers and images, images... sound clips and smells and tries to untangle the synesthesia.
and during the day a smell taste glimpse fragment of a conversation ten feet away somehow links to one of those things.
and at night after tidying and dishes the hand moves and i ask questions and try to gather answers make connections or illustrations.
sometimes it works out.
others it still doesn't make sense and i curse lazily and throw implements down.
i lose time staring at the patterns in the old linoleum kitchen floor.
and breathing deep i wander off for more dreams...
163/365 ― night light
“But then, life is a constant withering of possibilities. Some are stolen with the lives of people you love. Others are let go, with regret and reluctance and deep, deep sorrow. But there is compensation for lives unlived in the intoxicating joy of knowing that the life you have - right here, right now - if the one you have chosen. There is power in that, and hope.” ―Emily Maguire, Taming the Beast
American Army chaplain offers a smoke to a young German prisoner-of-war.
Towards the end of the war, as both side ran out of 'cannon fodder', they began to enlist younger and younger men. Some were barley 14 years old. They were given old rifles, filled up with rum, and sent to face the machine-guns.
90 years ago on Tuesday the guns fell silent. Take a moment to think about all those lives that went unlived.
guessing this will be turned into even more unlived in luxury flats for the super rich.
just what london needs.
14.5 acres nestled in the boundaries of the Nesbitt Forest, surrounded by forest and farmland.
It sat in unlived for 8 months, and abused for ten years previous. It had some issues.
Sometimes I wonder what we were thinking.
No running water, a basement full of seized up pumps sitting in inches of water.. A furnace we were unsure of it's ability to even run.
My aunt and uncle used to live here, but now it's vacant. It's amazing how much a house that's unlived in will deteriorate in a short period of time.
Photo of a decay, unlived in rundown house, in Germano, Ohio along state route 9 in Harrison County.
Photo of a decay, unlived in rundown house, in Germano, Ohio along state route 9 in Harrison County.
Back futher, I am having luch with a friend and her two sons. Eldest, "If you could go back in time, would you kill Hitler?" Mom is kind of shocked by the question but younger son and I agree that we've thought about this. Maybe it's a guy thing.
Less far back, I am riding a bus with people I will meet later on. I've been listening in on their conversations so I know this. That will be in that moment's future and has already happened.
I'm thinking about a time machine, killing Hitler. I realize that one can go back in the past and change things. It wouldn't make any difference to what is going on right now. Only to the person who went back in time. His/her future changed, not everyone else's. Go back, kill Hitler, go forward and play cards with Morlocks, go back, meet yourself and don't kill Hitler, go way back and stop yourself from being born, talk to yourself in the past, kill and eat a dinosaur. At some point, his/her/my/your story ends. All the branches where you do this instead of that, drink tea instead of water, go to Italy and fall in a fountain, that's just your story. All the unlived lives have their own story with a beginning and an end. They are all, just a life.
I look out the window and there's a sunbow in the clouds. This is a pretty good life.
Unlived in opportunities -- when I moved to Geneva in 1999 I looked at an apartment in left half (the right half of the duplex was single-family -- the owner). I REALLY liked the curving glass windows in the sun rooms (I was looking at the 2nd floor apartment). I think I didn't get the apartment because when I called back I pronounced the woman's name all'Italiano rather than in Upstate New York Italian. Fun house! 184/186 North Main Street.
One year ago, I left a stage of my life with the hopes of pursuing a course of life that resembles my current one. I loved the touring and seeing the world and I miss it, but doing the same show for three years, not being able to enrich myself through workshops and auditions and having very limited extracurricular pickings all were killing me with stagnancy. To add insult to injury my heart had been dropped from orbit then run through a blender and I was going mental from it all.
I have my own place and more than enough to keep me busy. The unlived life is not worth examining but I believe moreso that the unexamined life is not worth living.
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
Photo of a decay, unlived in rundown house, in Germano, Ohio along state route 9 in Harrison County.
Unlived in opportunities -- when I moved to Geneva in 1999 I looked at an apartment in left half (the right half of the duplex was single-family -- the owner). I think I didn't get the apartment because when I called back I pronounced the woman's name all'Italiano rather than in Upstate New York Italian. Fun house! 184/186 North Main Street.