This is over the top... Some of these cats look so confused, where others looked like they were actually joining in on the fun...
LOL! Wow.
December 28, 2012
December 24, 2012
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Today Is Called...
The life I lead
The strife indead
A better tomorrow
no more sorrow
two-thousand-and-thirteen
one more year of living to be seen
driving past my comfort zone
a strong beginning will set the tone
the first of January my life begins
I'm not controlled by my sins
I've had chances like a wheel on a bicycle has spokes
I no longer compare my accomplishments by the success of other folks
one day at a time with attainable goals
doing a little and expecting a lot puts people in holes
love it or leave it is what I say
today is called "Carsten's day"...
December 19, 2012
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A New Year's Around The Corner...
This year is ending and I'm going to start 2013 out strong...
The first thing on my schedule:
I've already started making moves to get a poetry/writing group going, here in Chicago, for when I get back January 8th. This is going to be a group of men and women who are interested in sharing their work, producing more work, and to participate in activities with people that have the same common denominator as them, writing. I'm very excited about this project that I've started to work on, I believe that a good, healthy, and strong writers network will, not only improve my quality of life, but, help me to become a better writer.
The second thing on my schedule:
The second thing I have on my schedule is a new business. It takes thousands of dollars in the least to open up restaurants, stores--liquor, convenience, clothing, etc--movie theaters, just go through a city/town and look at all the existing businesses--it all costs a lot. And not just to start those said businesses, to keep them open as well--inventory, taxes, power, staff, insurances--there are so many things that one has to do to start a PLACE of business.
Well folks, my "PLACE" of business is my computer, my office starts at my apartment, and it travels to everyone, everywhere. And my business won't cost anywhere close to one-thousand-dollars, never mind thousands...
For the longest time I cursed network marketing. Because of the other companies I attempted to network market for, I found a hatred for businesses that utilize this form of marketing, to introduce/sell products to the general public. I always felt that network marketing--by itself--would work well, actually, I have always felt that it was the best way to make a product known, but, the companies offering the product were deceitful and/or dishonest--they didn't disclose the full price I would have to pay, and the ungodly work I had to put in just to get one client. Not only that, but, the product wasn't as good as advertised, and I had to sell a lot of it to make money. The troubles I had when trying to sell a mediocre to half-assed product, on top of convincing others that the product was worth it, and even more worth it if they took full advantage of the opportunity aspect (the business), were overwhelming and next to impossible to overcome.
I thought I would never look at a business that involved network marketing as the tool to spread a product again. I was wrong. The business I'm getting into is not like anything I've seen before, and it involves the deregulation of the monopolies we utilize on a daily basis. It's about giving back to the citizens, not just in this country but, around the world. I know for a fact that this is a great business to get into, I know that there is money to save and be made, YES, I know that I WILL make money. The only way I won't make money is if I quit--I don't do that anymore.
The third thing on my schedule:
The third thing on my schedule is to finish off the books/short stories I've started to write; and publish at least one more book before the end of this year. I believe I can do it, my confidence has been restored a bit after writing and self-publishing a couple of books in August of this year http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=carsten+aretz...
I have other smaller goals/visions on my schedule too, but, they are not as important to me as the three I've just listed. The things in life don't come walking up to you and say, "Hey, here I am and I'm yours." You have to go find what's yours and that's what I'm doing, finally.
Picture Source: http://aspireblog.wordpress.com/2009/04/12/what-is-life-a-monopoly/
December 11, 2012
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Carnal Thoughts
I'm about to explode
I need it
to relieve my load
I'm sex craved and I can't avoid the truth
I've got an itch that can't be relieved in a booth
I want to be touched
I want it clutched
Squeeze the spirit out of it
Choke it 'til it starts to spit
I don't care if you think this is inappropriate
I need to purge 'n' shit
Can you save me from my own carnal thoughts?
I'm sick of thinking about them into tubed socks
I need help finding fortitude in being single
The courage to say no to this obnoxious tingle
I'm not a teenager but I feel like I'm going through puberty
All these hormones flying around from evil cupidry
Oh, PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! Just come over here and sex me...
Picture Source: http://graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/2012/01/vintage-clip-art-poems-of-love.html
December 10, 2012
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Our Life Is Ours...
A time to speak
A time to be quiet
A time to fight
A time to...
Stop dictating when the time is or isn't
Live one day at a time
Let the day choose it for you
Don't be afraid to pray in something
Do you and no one else
Be you and no one else
Don't rebel against everyone--you'll just hurt yourself
We were born individuals for a reason
We're here to bring something new to the table
We're not supposed to be the same
It's time to pay attention to yourself
It's time to let go of your version of normalcy for others
Thinking outside the box
Breaking free from what's familiar
No more hiding
Our life is ours...
Picture Source: http://www.amazon.com/Hasbro-4000-Game-of-Life/dp/B00000IWD7
December 5, 2012
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A Painting...
At work, the other guys were cleaning out lockers and this is one of the paintings they came across. I talk about lions all the time, I watch YouTube clips with lions, lion cubs, and anything that has a lion in it. Lions are by far my favorite animal. This ought to be obvious with the background I chose for my site, the few posts I've wrote about lions, and verses in poetry that referenced lions in them (One of my posts about my love for lions-- http://ctaretz.xanga.com/755825319/why-i-love-lions/).
This painting depicts a lion up in a tree, and from how it looks, having a catnap. It was painted in 1977 and it was signed by the artist. It is a great addition to the bare walls that have been haunting me for so long. Now I get to wake up and see a lion right here in my apartment. And because of this painting I'm encouraged to fill up my bare walls even more with more artwork. Artwork that will help me start my day out with positivity the minute I open my eyes and look around.
It's time to be proactive in putting joy back into my life. No more empty spaces for me to jump into and hide--scared that I might just have a great day, taking me out of my comfort zone.
It's time to turn that frown upside down...
December 4, 2012
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My God
Life sees it his way
There is no bargaining
No, there is no discussing
No negotiating
It's his way or no way
My higher power is why
He comes first
Consorting with him is my only hope
He takes care of things that I can't control
He doesn't give me more than I can handle
Love is forever with my higher power
Consoling, compassionate, empathetic, and uplifting
Lifting me high above the Bullshit
Making sure I don't step knee high in it
I trust my God
My God is here for me
My God will always be in my life...
MY GOD...
November 28, 2012
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The Words Of Allah
On my most recent post, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/769811712/la-plante-de-vie-fiction/, I received a long, informative, and preaching comment on Allah and his word, the way the Quran tells it....
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I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
IN THE NAME OF ALLAH THE BENEFICENT THE MERCIFUL
يا أيها الناس قولوا لا إله إلا الله تفلحوا((( O people Say There is no God But Allah, so you would find salvation )))
" Laa illaha illa lah ." (There is none worthy of worship except Allah.)
(I bear witness that there is none worthy of worship except Allah and I bear witness that Muhammad is His servant and messenger)
Didn't you asked your self one day :
What's The Purpose of life ?
Here you will get the answer :
http://www.islamtomorrow.com/purpose.htm
Jesus, Christ peace be upon him
http://jesus-christ-2012.blogspot.com/
A video clip of the very influential American preacher Yusuf Estes http://www.youtube.com/v/5J-9dn3_hpY&rel=0&autoplay=0&color1=bdbdbd&color2=bdbdbd&border=0
Allah, CREATED THE UNIVERSE FROM NOTHING
http://allah-created-the-universe.blogspot.com
THE COLLAPSE OF THE THEORY OF EVOLUTION IN 20 QUESTIONS
http://newaninvitationtothetruth.blogspot.com((( Acquainted With Islam )))
http://aslam-ahmd.blogspot.com
O Jesus, son of Mary! Is thy Lord able to send down for us a table spread with food from heaven?
http://jesussonofmary1432.blogspot.com
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At first I wasn't very happy about it but I kept an open mind. I clicked a couple of the links that spoke of Jesus and discovered that there was nothing really insulting or disrespectfully written. There wasn't any animosity written about Jesus, and the scripture and/verses spoke nothing of "infidels" or Jihad. It just spoke of the beliefs Muslims have in regards to the profits that were alive in their human forms back in the ancient of days. After reading a bit, I didn't mind what this man of God posted on my post. He posted it in a way that was educational and with love, instead of hate. In a way that seemed more like he was trying to share his love for others' spiritual well-being, attract those who see the comment he left, to the love that he has felt Allah has given him, and finally it was like he was just trying to bring people onto the right spiritual plane. I believe that's what loved ones and family members do when, or if, they see me walking on the wrong side of the line.
This doesn't mean I will convert to the beliefs of Islam, but, I will show respect to those who believe in their Gods, and if I share my belief I will do it the way ahmd14 did--with love.
Picture Source: http://www.allah.org/
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FRETT
The devil in me hates the world, saw
how people are and hurled fire at them
with his anger and hate! People are
always testing the good in me until
even that mustard seed of faith for goodness
is irate. To not be planted for goodnes to grow,
I have episodes of insanity where my mind wants
to blow; when? READY SET GO!
Maybe I listen to too many haters,
they see success in me before I do,
so these haters become ego deflaters.
Trying to take my steam, being mean!
Telling me I'm nothing 'til I no longer think
I'm something! My soul yells;
Snap out of it boy!!! Snap out of it!!!
I can't believe you listen to haters shit!!!
Snap out of it! No more of this! Don't let these
haters effect you even a little bit!
Who said I can't be someone more than a number?
Who said I can't find love, love that brings me to a period of
slumber?
Who said I can't live in that period of slumber with that loved one?
MY BEST FRIEND AND ME ARE THE ONLY ONES IN MOVEMENT!
That slumber, our time, doesn't need any improvement.
IT'S PERFECT!
The good in me gives hugs,
the good in me makes me happy,
the good in me is always real even when sappy,
the good in me is my only proof of being human,
the good in me is the best part of me,
the good in me is what I hope to make everyone around
me see.
I am not my father but I am a reflection of him,
I am not the man he is but he is proud of me,
one day I will be a father as good as him, you'll see.
I will always bombard my father with questions like when
I was a child; he will always answer me and smile like he smiled.
I'm his son and he's my father, he will never be disappointed in me,
I'm his first and when it comes to firsts there is only one.
My mom also sees the winner in me,
when everyone wrote me off... Not She!
When I was a bastard to her she loved me,
my mom saw the success in me before I could ever.
Hate for me? Mom? Never!
I work to be a success for her, so when she needs me
I can be there the way she was when I needed her
so very desperately. I call her mom today but to me deep
down she will always be mommy; and I will be her "boobahlee".
So I guess I shouldn't frett about the bad inside my head,
as long as I forever combat it with good the bad will stay in bed,
I will have bad days and fail but success over failure
will never be dead as long as I want to be a winner!
People say the good in me eats the bad for breakfast, lunch, and
dinner. Maybe I should listen to them; after all I wouldn't have
friends if I was some evil skid row sinner.
I will love me and if you're a hater I don't care
what you do; oh and when I make it and you
still haven't I will pray that you will too.
THE END
November 24, 2012
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La Plante De Vie (Fiction)
Life used to be easy, life was fun, things were simpler, everything made sense before I took that first bite of immortality. No, I'm not a vampire or a werewolf--and I'm not a zombie...
Two hundred years ago I was hiking through the Congo, a team of scientists and myself were out in the jungle looking for a plant, a plant that was said to be seen but, never proven. This plant was called La Plante De Vie, "The Plant Of Life"--three leaves to a thick black stem, medium sized, shiny green with purple stripes--a myth, we were attempting to prove to the world that it existed--it grew a foot off the ground and it was said to be gorgeous. It was said that the Pygmies used this plant in a ritual that celebrated longevity. To live forever is to be one with the spirits. We were told that the plant was on the southern most point of the Congo, it was a long trek, a couple of us became ill with malaria and heat exhaustion by the time we got to the said destination. We had two Pygmy guides taking the six of us on our quest. The guides thought we were funny, they laughed openly at us and how out of shape we all were. Growing up in this climate helps with adapting to such extreme weather conditions, and they are used to the dense and damp, bug, serpent, wildlife and tree filled ecosystem. They were a part of this ecosystem--we were just visitors and it was bound to kill us eventually.
We trolled through this sea of jungle and we didn't find any sign of this treasured plant. We looked for hours and we all became sick and tired. I felt faint and dizzy, I knew I was doomed. Eventually I was the only one out of three still conscious. It took us days to get to where we wanted to be and we were there--there to die, so it seemed. Our guides deemed us doomed and I guess they felt they couldn't do anything else to help, so they abandoned us. I was lost and dying. The other remaining scientists collapsed like the others before them and never woke up again. I was wandering around the Congo and after a while of aimless stumbling, I collapsed. I fell into a bushy patch of plants, pain--as if I was scratched by an angry cat with long, sharp nails--went from every inch of my body, flowed to my brain, my brain read that pain and triggered a reaction--I winced, my mouth opened automatically and I made a shallow sounding yelp. But, something else happened. I felt warmth around the places where my shirt was ripped from those dagger-like scratches, I no longer felt pain, I felt a tingling, then my dizziness went away and I felt strangely refreshed. I slowly got up to my knees to observe what I fell into. It was the plant. I fell into "The Plant Of Life". A big patch surrounded me, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was true, they were beautiful.
even though I felt better, I felt weak and I wouldn't have been able to find my way back to civilization, I would have died not even halfway back. So I did what any smart man would do. I was hungry, I ate at least thirty leaves before I started to get full. They didn't taste bad at all and they went down easy. After I was finished eating I felt a warm feeling come over me and then I was up on my feet, with energy I haven't felt since I was eighteen. It was time for me to make my trek back to civilization, but, not without taking a couple of leaves as samples.
I followed the old map we had along with the guides, we brought it just in case the guides decided to ditch us (they did). I walked all the way out of this jungle and back into the world I knew, I took a boat back to America, and that feeling of restored youth didn't leave me once. I didn't even get tired, nor did I break a sweat, no anxiety, no obstacle could hold me back. I was a new man, I was immortal. There was a lot of responsibility to being immortal though. Two hundred years ago up until present time I found and find myself moving a lot. I would have definitely been branded witch, demon, or whatever else one would label someone who doesn't age, back in the era I was supposed to live out my days in--good or bad it wouldn't matter, the attention needed to be avoided. The only people that stayed with me were my wife and kids. They new the story about the plant and they believed me after a while, it was hard not too when you grow old and you witness your husband or father not aging in the least. And when they died, I grieved more than any other husband and father could; they were gone forever and I will live forever thinking about them. I did try to introduce this plant to the other scientists, I tried to bring the plant into the rest of the world but, the phenomenon was voted to be better off a secret. I understood. The gift of living forever contained in roughage: the violence, the crimes, the ruckus this plant would bring if it were introduced to the public--even the feuds among scientists across the world--was just not worth it.
So I'm the only one with this blessing/curse, well, from what I know, I get to live a longer life than everyone else and their generations to come, I get to witness people I've grown to know die, I have to keep my secret, this secret eating at me--I just want to talk about it, I want people to know, I want a mate again, I want friends again, I want people to live forever with me. It won't happen. I'll be alive until the world ends. I think about how painful it might be burning in the flames earth will be engulfed in when it catches on fire and dies. Will it be a tidal wave? What does it feel like to drown, or will I die instantly? I survived the Civil War, I survived World War 1, I survived World War 2, I survived Korea, and I survived Vietnam--I've seen so much horror in my life, I've seen so much death but, I don't get tired, I don't get sick, I live strong and long. Drugs and alcohol did nothing but make my mind hurt, I stayed as healthy as I was before the drugs, when I did them. I've had so many different names and last names--needing to change them so I can't be tracked, and when I was tracked and my identity was in question I ran. I ran far and stayed there. I've been everywhere around the world. There's nothing you can tell me that I haven't seen, heard or learned.
I could go on and on with what it's like to live forever but, I don't want you to be as bored as I am, and chances are you won't survive long enough to hear all the tales, experiences, and feelings I have had through out my life anyway.
The plant that gave me immortality didn't taste bad, but, I still haven't been able to shake its aftertaste....
Picture Source: http://www.mediafreedominternational.org/2011/04/04/dangerous-plans-to-exploit-the-congo-river-surface-outside-of-africa/
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