photo Fab 3

While looking at the people around me all i see is the faces of nothing. Where has the world of friendly people, loving faces, and a helpful hands in the darkness of days? For the world seems to keep getting worse and worse even though its seems it already has hit rock bottom. For the thought provoking world seems to be shutting out the under developed, under achieved and under minded people of the world. For what makes sense now is what you know, never changing the world around you is the name of the game. No one wants to give up what they have so others can get their feet back on the ground. When the world turns back around no one will know what to do with it any more. The whole concept of friendship will be lost on society for ever and the only face you'll see is mine. Hope for the new world hope for the world that has been lost and hope for the unknown.

Who Is There?

who is there for you when

you heart brakes cuz of ken

for he is the only person in your life

who is there?

what happens in life

when there is always a knife,

in the hands of your friends

who is there?

where does life happen

does it past by while your nappen

for no one woke you

who is there?

when life's not fair
and nobody cares,

who is there?

why is life just another decision

for everything is seen as a provision

when the people are gone

who is there?

How is life for the ones

who aren't close to nuns

and He isn't the one

who is there?

Man Hunter

The test of skill, knowlage and bush waking are all put to the test in this show Man Tracker. This Alberta cowboy is the tracker and people are his pray. The pray have a compass and a map so they know where they are going, while all the traker has is somone who is fimlair with the train.

The only prize you win is that you beat the man tracker. For more then half his pray is captured befor they reach the finish, well for the other half have seemed to out witt the tracker.

Blog # 2

Aduince: 14 -41

Purpose: giving enlightenment threw the few of a new born


what is with the space around myself, what is the purpose for me to be here? all that is around me are people making funny faces as if that would amuse me. For they think that I'm incapable of being something other then a doe doe bird. What do you think I am just something for your amusement, something that you just dress is ugly clothes and take around as if I'm a piece of fashion that goes with them everywhere.

Its just so annoy for me to get carried everywhere while getting pinched every time a thing enters my space. what is wrong with these people can't they see why i go away from them, or even why I start to cry. Seriously what is up with this intense society where all i see are people and this big faces?

AM I really CRAZY!

Audience: 13-22

Purpose: The creation on a thought between the connection of the clouds and this man.

As looking down with the world beneath my feet I seem to forget how the time passes. My life is there all i can see is nothing, not even my house. Its all there i have built my dream but that dream has failed not only me but my family.

What is keeping me here? Why don't just take the final step give my wife the money that will get the bills out of the way. Why don't' i just man up and do it? Can't I finally be the man for once. or does my brother always have to be the hero in the story?

Can't I just fix this with a little nudge to the back of him? What would my family think of me if they ever found out... but you know how would they there is only just the two of us on this tiny little cliff?

WAIT! what am I talking about... this is crazy right? its crazy, great now I'm talking to myself I have defiantly lost my marbles. Well I guess that is how life is when you think of something crazy you become crazy.

well i got the decent to bring me down to earth not only littery but in my head I cant' think that for anyone. Has this really become ME?

Local Teen, Works Over Load

Purpose: To stress the point of taking to much on in life, when at this point the teen needs to step back and focus on work.

Dena Norton suffers from an acute case of work over load. Her systems seem to be shutting down when all the work that has been put off catersup with her. At this point all she can seem to do is just duck her head and keep working on the most impotent assiments.

"She has always done fine in school, so when she said she was taking more shifts I didn't event think that it would effect her school work like this" says Lauren Norton mother of Dena. As to watch this teen run around like a chicken with her head cut off. Its plain to see she is a simple "procrastinator" says local physiologist Lisa Lovegood.

" Its plain to see if Dena just put the time in she wouldn't be so cought up in trying to get everything done. And I don't blame working to much on her failures, just she has to plan her time and learn how to say no to a shift when she can" says Lovegood.

The work load seems to be getting a lot heaver day by day but the fact is as Dena puts of this work her grades and social life will suffer for her to catch back up with the rest of the class.

The .........

Looking in all you see is peace

but all you need is a piece,

of my real life to see me

To roll up my sleeves

kick around the leaves

in this place I call home

The steal is my only hope

it's the only way I cope

in this place

I cut inside me its very deep

the only way to keep

going in this place

The blood dribbles down

I almost start to frown

because I left this place.

Audience: 14 +

Purpose: Desperation to get away from life. For what normal teens feel on a daily bases.

The touch ...

Feeling his body beneath my fingers,

the touch of his skin to mine

sends a chill down my spine.

Our bodies move without sound

the sweet love we share

tells me that he cares.

Finally pulled apart by time

there is something missing

the other half of kissing

We grow tougher with time

as the touch is divine

it is still all mine

Audience 18+

Purpose: Create a sense of longing threw touch, not only just a innocent touch but one that is deep and passionate.

Falls bring us...

Falls bring new life

in regeneration power

to the people around

Falls bring new hope

for those who have lost

to the people around

Falls bring new love

to the world

to the people around

Falls bring new happiness

to the sad

to the people around

Falls bring new courage

to the weak spirted

to the people around

This is indented 30 to 50

Purpose: To give the new way of life threw this wonder water fall that brings out the best in people even though they have none.

Dreams

Dreams can't be taught

Dreams can't be fought

Dreams can't be bought

Dreams can't be caught

Dreams make us wander

Dreams make us ponder

Dreams make us react

Dreams make us fact

Dreams can scare

Dreams can fare

Dreams can tear

Dreams can wear

This is written for a younger generation of elementary school students, or what i would like to call Dr. Suese generation.

The women on his finger

The weather beaten face of a grumpy old man seems to fall upon the unknown users of the bare garden. As he digs the holes to which new life will form all he can do is be the caretaker of life. As he works the expression seems to change, the love and passion that is put into the work is almost as if this work was his life. This man, lets call him Tom, seems to not notice the sutler parts of the life around him. The boys and girls walking around trying to find a spot to be alone, or even the old Lady's acting like love struck teenagers in front of him.



Tom wears his work cloths with a sense of pride for he knows that these cloths make him belong. which is this life like high school for the elderly, they seem to be acting just like me. The way he Stuarts by the already swooning Lady's tells me he is a very macho man. The former collage football star seems to be what all the girls can talk about and its not just his full head of salt and pepper hair.



Even though Tom seems to only be interested in the person on his finger this person is no where to be found. He is very much still in love with her, and can't be turned other wise no matter how hard these ladies try.

Her name was Anna

The desperation in the search for money in her purse as she stands in line for a caffeine fix. The look in this women's eyes don't say desperation they look sad for she has had one of the worst days of her life. Her name is Anna she works at this big legal firm making minimum wage,the job isn't really her but money is money. Anna seems like she is one of the preppy girls in life that you would hate when you look at her clothes, car and even her friends but, when you really look at her life you see a maxed out credit card and friends who don't even care about her.

As Anna sits and stirs her coffee all the men's eyes seem to be looking at her as if she would disappear if they took their eyes off of her. She doesn't even seem to notice that attention of the opposite gender, but then again when living her life you get pretty use to the attention. Anna seems to snap out of the day dream when her planner goes off, it seems as if she forgot a date. When only she just turns her phone off as to reject the outside world. When living is this fantasy world is better then being out in the real world. Anna is a women who is full of power but no where to use it. Anna finally gives up on her pretend world and get on with the life she has made for herself. After to what seems like hours she leaves the coffee shop with that little extra umph in her step. As if the coffee house had brought her back to life again, bringing hope for a better life. Anna is a special girl who shouldn't be judged by her cover no matter what seems to be said behind her back. Anna is strong and powerful for what she wants in life.

Diary of a backpack

February 16, 2009

Dear Diary,

I don't' get it, its Monday and we haven't left yet! I can't believe her if she got a new backpack I will be pissed especially after all that we've been threw. She has the nerve to leave me sitting here for days apron end. Barred under endless amounts of clothes forgotten till probably her new backpack breaks.When will she finally find me again? What will become of me? A checkered backpack with no purpose but to take up space in this already clutter filled room. After getting tossed around while looking for something better she was my only hope of becoming free. I don't know what will happen now, will i ever be used or will the scarp pieces of paper that i contain will become nothing by meaningless garage to her mother. Will the contents of me be gone before i can be a year old or will she finally come to her senses. My life is not impossible I'm not broken or damage I just don't get what she wants form me? I just don't get her, why does this relationship have to be so complicated can't she get over the whatever she thinks is wrong with me. Wait Diary do you think its over that small thing that happened a few weeks ago? It couldn't be or could it. No she shouldn't still be mad, its defiantly over something else she probably didn't have school or something like that, I know her she wouldn't replace me. Right Diary, she would never do that to me, we have been threw a lot togeather. It will work itself out, I shouldn't be worrying about this, she will come back. I know that she couldn't walk away from me and everything we've been threw.


February 17, 2009

Dear Diary,

She didn't' leave me, it was just one of those dreadful long weekends where i don't get touched for quite a few days. I can't believe how idiotic I was that I didn't think of a long weekend. Don't worry Diary I didn't miss a beat, when she swung me over her shoulder it felt like i was never out of commission. Even though the books are getting to be pretty heavy now a days but I can handle the weight no matter how much it seems to hurt me. I carried the weight with grace and joy but, I can't believe how much we did today, with going from class to class be thrown here and there. I am always being used no matter how much she seems to be tossing me away. I will always there for her, threw the rain, sun, and even snow. You know Diary it hasn't always been like this, there once was a time where she treated me like gold. This isn't a joke I was the center of her world, she would bring me everywhere. It seems now I'm just another ordinary backpack, no longer the center of her world. I wonder if its because I've gotten older of if its because she saw someone else in the hallway with the same backpack. It baffles me to see other packs that are now the center of their owners world, why can't that be us again Diary? What ever happened to forgive and forget? I know she isn't over what I did but you understand that I had to do it. Please Diary tell that you understand why I had to do that? She is using me again so that's a good sign right? I'm so lost Diary, I just really need her come back to me full heartily not the way its been because at this rate she'll really get a new backpack.


February 18, 2009

Dear Dairy,

Today I felt useless and useful at the same time, is that really possible even though that is how i felt. I know she is trying to punish me for what I have done but not taking the car to school on a day like today was punishment enough. I can't believe how bad the weather was for her not to keep me safe and dry but i guess I did deserve it in a way. When we did finally made it to school it was like i was gold again I didn't spend one moment on the floor unlike every other day. I wasn't tossed, wasn't squished , and even wasn't thrown in the halls. It was one of best worst days I've ever had. No matter how bad the weather got on the way home I was used rightfully today. I'll explain Diary, the good part of the day started when she placed me on desks and chairs instead of the dirty carpet and floor. It was almost as if she cared about me getting dirty again. It was truly a break through for are relationship, even if it was just for today. The next big event in the day happened at lunch when she took me to watch volleyball , It was truly the high point of the day even though we were separated for the longest time. I sat proudly beside some great people who seemed to know who i belonged to and made sure I was well taken care of. With the action of the volley ball games it was a perfect lunch time, when the bell finally rang i knew it was back to work. Even in the afternoon classes I was treated like gold, and others seemed to take notice to the attention. This felt like the beginning again when all the other packs would look at me in envy when she carried me around. I felt like I was truly me again and i haven 't felt like that since before the you know what. Even though the walk home was worse then before I realized that she can't control the weather and walking in it isn't a punishment, its just how she gets to school from time to time. All in all Diary it was a pretty alright day, I just wish that you could have been there to see the turn around.

February 19, 2009

Dear Diary,

Today started out the same as yesterday, just this time i had no friends to walk with. It was just me and her except the bimbo of an Ipod who always keeps moving around on her. I haven't seen her for weeks and all of a sudden she is the main focus of Sarah's day, it is totally unfair. I'm the one that's there every day, I'm the one that is more useful, and I'm the one that helps her threw every part of her day. It just doesn't seem fair that the only alone time that I get with Sarah that Ipod took it all. Well I'm over it you know i can't hold a grudge, well at lest not against Sarah. Anyways first period felt like never ending especially when all she seemed to be doing was pointless work. When the period finally ended we went to her second class and you know what that teacher did to me?! She took me off the desk and threw me on the floor like I was a piece of trash or something. I can't believe it but you know what Sarah was the to pick me up and dust me off. This made me feel better about are relationship, she made me feel like gold again. That is what makes me believe that we are okay and will have a long happy relationship even if we do make mistakes I know now that she will always forgive me in time. Diary you know that I'm seeming selfish but you know that with out Sarah there would be no Diary.

50 miles for a coffee!

It was about six-thirty in the morning at Timmy's when a man came in who was blocking two of the pumps at the gas station. This posed a problem with the management who proceeded to ask him to move his car. This is when it got interesting, this man didn't want to move his car even though the parking lot was less then five feet away. This doesn't seem like an unreasonable request to myself but to this man it was as if you took away all of his rights by asking him to move his car.

This in turn resulting in a yelling match between the management and this man in where the man said "I drove 50 miles for a coffee", "I'll get my lawyer", "I'm Canadian", and my personal favorite "I'm Irish American... you know". I should at this point mention this man had the thickest accent that I've herd in a while.

This man just took everything way to seriously, especially for that early in the morning. It seems as if people are getting more hostel every day, it could only be what I'm seeing in the world around me but i remember when you would say hello to everyone on the sidewalk. By the way people are just getting angry at simple requests or by the way you look at them its getting to be a tough world out there.

Dougeball!

This was a conversation that i overherd during my lunch while i was sitting with my friends. When a guy that we all know came up and started talking to the guy that i was sitting next too. These two boys started talking about dougeball that they were playing in gym today. They of course didn't play togher so they needed to compair thier games. The boy who was sitting besided me didn't have a good game they people they were playing weren't very good and seem to not get anyone out on his team. While the first guy seemed to have an amaizing game the way he got into discribing the hits that his team made and how they seem to have excellent douging skills.

The way these two boys were describing their games it seemed as if they took gym class dougeball more seriously than any game they play. To many boys it seems dougeball is away of passion how, they love to be throwing balls at eachother as a way to inflict pain. Its almost that this game is like war you get hit your out, you got to be fast, and got to have great aim. It seems as if these boys are getting sort of a tie to ancient times when it was war.

Rude remark!

This is another work story but, from a different day at a different place. This was just us sitting in the guard office on a break that me and this other guy had. Another man in the building wanted to leave early so he was going to get man #1 to work for him after the main guarding shift was finshed.

(Man #1 was the guy in the office with me and Man #2 is the guy form upstairs)

Man#2: can i get a favour out of you?

Man#1: Agian, wasn't last night enough?

Man#2: I know your getting a two dollar pay cut but?

Man#1: Well its better then what you paid me last night

Man#2: Sorry, but you know that i'm good for it!

Man#1: well as long as you don't go in my face agian!

This was just a little comedy between them because they have known each other since they were in grade school. Even though Man#2 was asking for a shift coverd that Man#1 couldn't do in the end because i was teaching syncro and he had to be there. Even though i know these two guys were kidding around it was not sutiable for the work place. If a patrent over heard this conversation or even said in context to another guard they would have gotten in trouble.

While on the other hand i thought that it was completly hailarious. That would be veiws of most of the people that work there but you have to consider the public and everyones feelings when making a joke. It seems idotic but it takes one person to mess everything up for everyone.

Over parenting!

Back round story, it was early saturday morning and I was teaching a guardin class. For those of you who dont' know what a guardin class is, its when the a child who is between the ages of six months and 5 years of age who get in the water with their parents/ guardin. This was a small class only four parents and tot combo's, they really wanted to do thier own thing while I want to run the class as i always do. By songs, games, and a little bit of swimming skills. This one father was trying to hard to make his little two-yearold swim.

Father: we had a deal remember

Girl: But i don't let go

Father: yes just do it we had a deal

Girl: i'm scared daddy

Father: your good, Just do as your sister is doing

This went on for the whole thirty minute lesson, in which time they didn't want to have anything to do with me and the rest of the class. What i saw in the father was that he wanted his daughter to be able to swim right now as if she did he wouldn't have to be there anymore or even be in the water. The way he kept saying " we had a deal" when his daughter was freaking out, showed that he was just desperst and had know idea how to take a step back and let this little girl be A LITTLE GIRL! It really just astounds me how he acted because when the little girl started crying he coverd her mouth. It seem like he was emberrised by what she was doing but, too occupied with her to noticed what his actions were saying about his character.