Sherlock Season Four???

So I don’t think I wrote about my theories in full for Season three yet.  I've said that AGRA is a website of a company in England that does genealogy research or something.  But, when have you ever heard Sherlock agree with MYCROFT so quickly?  “I have a job I want you to decline.  I decline your generous offer. “  Curiosity killed the cat.  And Sherlock Holmes.  He told John he wouldn't look at that thumb drive.  If he was in Appledore He could see everything.  Mycroft was being blackmailed by CAM.  If Appledore went away Mycroft was free.  I see two possibilities.  One, Sherlock wanted to go to on the mission.  Two, Mycroft set Sherlock up because he was the only one who could do it.  I believe that CAM is not dead.  Also Moriarity but I discussed that previously.  As to why Mycroft was upset when Sherlock fired, in one theory he didn't know Sherlock was faking it.  If Mycroft set it up then maybe he didn't want Sherlock to go through anymore pain?  John was the only witness, really.  Why set it up?  We already know that John will believe anything Sherlock says or does.  Reliable witness?  Maybe it was all to draw Moriarity out of hiding.  That makes sense.  You know, I bet Moffat is sitting somewhere over a computer desk searching through the internet.  He pausing and going, hmmm that sounds good, a little of that, maybe that, and perhaps some of that.  D@&N YOU MOFFAAATTTTT!!!!!!!

Meaning

Click Here Someone asked about my quote.  It is a rewrite of the Einstein quote "If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, then what is an empty desk the sign of?"

Island Board Meeting March 27,2014

Calling All Burlington, NJ Concerned Citizens

TONIGHT

Meeting of THE BOARD of Island Managers

7 pm @ City Hall

Come Join the Discussion

Election is coming up

April 7 @ the Keegan Center

Feel Free to Discuss at The Advocates Page or The Board's Page

Less the .03% of the City voted in the Last Island Election

YOUR VOTE COUNTS!

No Compromise

I love you for who you are

Not who I want you to be

I learned long ago that compromise doesn’t work

If you aren’t yourself you have nothing

You should know what you are getting into

Otherwise the beginning will be the end

The shadows will draw nearer

As tomorrow’s troubles come at a price

Your freedom means more than mine

My heart will always be chained

But you could still flap your wings

Better to end with a song

Than to descend into the abyss

The Fibbie Monster

So when I was a little kid, my brother used to tell my weird stories sometimes.  One of them was the Fibbie monster.  You know that warning at the beginning of the videocassette.  He told me that if you fast forwarded through it, a monster called the Fibbie monster would come and eat you.  It was an interesting way to warn a little kid about international copyright law.  My father was an antique dealer, still is in fact.  In order to do his job, he goes to yard sales( boot sales, trunk sale, pick your local jargon) and flea markets(swap meet).  During these outings he comes across Videos, DVDS, CDS, Records, and other media, all of which might be carrying the Fibbie monsters warning.  Now sometimes, he comes across bad bootlegs or illegal copies.  These, he NEVER buys.  Those people are not paying at all for the material purchased.  It is legal to buy and resell used CD and DVD’s in the US.  But the illegal bootlegs are bad for the economy and hurt the artist and the buyer.  A few may have been thrown in bulk lots along the way.  There was one dubbed over in a foreign language.  There was one with an alien in it. (A person had snuck a HandyCam into the theater.)  I never went into a music store into I was in high school (about 14).  I only bought a few CD’s wholesale.  The ones I bought were meaningful because they were the ones that I took time to pick out.  That still applies.  The music and movies that I buy today online are things that I take time to pick out or to complete my collection.  Something that is off the beaten track maybe, or that I want so badly that I want it the day it comes out.  The stuff that everyone has I can get my hands on quite easily and doesn't seem to mean as much.  But it all goes back to that little eight year old afraid of the Fibbie monster.  I pay, or make sure that someone does anyway, for my media.  I certainly appreciate my music, my movies, and most definitely my books.  But then that, as they say, is another story.

Lightning In A Bottle

Looking into your eyes

An almost touch

Hovering above the skin

Feather light ghosting

Was there contact?

Does there need to be?

A breath moves in time

Coming faster now

Warmth in the air

Can you feel it?

Spirits are soaring

A brief touch

Lightning in a bottle

The world explodes

Only then does the loving begin

Sunset

Brazen red and orange

Clouds catching the light

Falling out of the sky

Day becoming the night

The moments seem to stop here

When all the world’s on fire

A spinning star stands still now

The eternal flame grows higher

Suddenly it’s over

Time begins anew

Magic is forgotten

Night sky blossoms blue

Numb

Bodies intertwined

Made of the same flesh

Death by pain and sacrifice

Still there nonetheless

It’s the strangest feeling

Knowing that it’s there

It’s still a part of you

It hardly seems to be fair

It takes up all your nourishment

It makes you bear its weight

But when you need its wisdom

It always comes too late

Someday it will recover

And death will be reborn

Until that day can find me 

My unfeeling flesh I'll mourn.

Time Changes EVERYTHING, Laced with Fire,A Four Letter Word,The Curse The Definition of Love

Sweet 16

Virtue and Innocence

Astounds all but a few

Sweet sixteen and not yet kissed

To all experiences new

A Lover never known

To which most are amazed

A kiss sweeter then wine

Never used to fade

A child yet in knowledge

A woman in body true

Yet information is known

Having experienced love so true

Feelings of surrender

Growing with each passing year

Holding on but wanting not

Loss with pain and fear

One day a prince will come

To take all away

Mercy in his heart

And forever there TO STAY

Time Changes EVERYTHING

Oh to be older!

To Know ALL

And want not!

When Lovers can do as they please

And Adults have Power over such as I!

Oh to be Young!

To not Know the secrets of this cruel world,

To still desire life, love and passion!

Innocence astounds me and Treachery surrounds me!

Laced with Fire

Each night I lie and dream of one

Who kissed and awakened my desire

And for this day and each none forth

My nights are laced with fire.

The steady blue and orange glow

Changes to bright red and green

The fire is steadily burning

Alive within the dream

I hope that I shall never wake

Without you by my side

Come sweet love and answer me

Shall I be your bride?

A Four Letter Word

I know a four letter word that means a lot.

It’s taught me everything I know.

Its meaning can’t fill the largest pot.

It’s as if you reap as you sew.

It’s a part of you all your life.

But you hardly know it’s there.

Through all your sorrow and your strife

It teaches you to care.

It comes from the highest heaven

From far, far up above

If you haven’t guessed by now

That four letter word is love.

THE CURSE

Eternity stretches on

With no end in sight

Life without you

Is a terrible plight

I’d pay dearly

To have you die

More would I pay

If your savior was I

I’d live a life

Of sorrow and pain

If I could hold

You once again

But all hope is gone

I’ll never admit

I, not you, up and quit

And the CURSE

Lives on

The Definition of Love

Love is a complete lack of self

The ultimate sacrifice

In love there is no break up

No substitute would suffice

Love counts no hours

No days, No nights

Love is only all eternity

A million blessed sights.

A pain that will not ease,

Until a chapel beckons,

A proposal on the knees,

Yet still it does not lesson,

It never condescends.

An eternity is waiting

For love that never ends.

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                           #desire,#innocence,#treachery,#cruel,#world,#lovers,#adults,#youth,#age,

                           #loss,#pain,#fear,#prince,#surrender,#truelove,#mercy,#Virtue,#Innocence

                   

#Pain,            #Savior,#Breakup,#Eternity,#Blessed,#Love,#Death,#Strife,#Plight

                    #Self, #chapel, #Sacrifice, #proposal, #condescend, #sorrow, #curse,

                  

          

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Dreams

Every waking hour...
Life is around you
Bustling, hustling and
Moving all about you
The times in between...
Are they our true life?
Or are they just a puppeteers
Words reaching through our
Suitcases where we sleep?
And is our life we life
A play for someone's amusement?
Maybe we are destined
To live until we become
The perfection we for long for.
What happens when we die?
Do we cease to be?
Or do we go to another place
Where we are embraced by light?
All these questions and
No answers are coming;
I guess we will never know
The answers to Our Dreams.

N.B.  This was dated 1995 so that makes me about a VERY mature 14!  I believe it was a creative writing assignment about dreams.  I think I reused it a dozen times because although it didn't answer any questions it is a universal quandary.

Poems ***

For many years I hid my heart

And sheltered it from ache

If only I had waited more

I would still have one to break

You dropped in unexpectedly

Like a whirlwind in a storm

My life began to open up

A meaning began to form

Possibilities seemed endless

The world began to flame

Suddenly reality

And no one else to blame

Can a tree grow in a desert?

Or man survive without clothing in the cold?

We need nourishment to feed us

We need love to help us grow

Without the right environment

It is no good to plant a tree

Without the right equipment

We are as good as dead

But give us the proper stuff

And humans thrive on challenge

We fight to live

We grasps at straws

We live

We are

Poetry- 3 Poems- Flowers, Would You?, Tomorrow, Yesterday, and Today

Flowers

Although I’d love for you to bring me flowers

I’d rather talk of books and music

And walk along the beach holding hands

And watch the sun sink in the water

There’s time enough for flowers when we’re older

Would You?

Would you love me if I called you darling?

If we never met at all?

If our eyes laid waste to time and space

And universes stilled in our presence?

Would our lives be the same

If time stood still at this very moment

And our paths never crossed?

What if we could go back

And start fresh with no “I love you”s?

Would the sun fall from the sky?

Would we cease to be?

Tomorrow Yesterday and Today

Tomorrow does not exist for those who love

Yesterday has no meaning

Only Now and Forever

When you love with your whole heart

Your hearts beat together

Your breaths come as one

Your minds are in accord

There is nothing else

But the one you love

Burlington Board Of Island Manager Elections April 7, 2014 3-9 pm

So… It’s that time of year.  It’s Island Board Elections.  I know everyone is tired of hearing the same old stuff time and time again.  Everyone always says that nothing will ever happen with the Island.  Let me try to change your mind.  First, I was only on a manager on the Board for one year.  I voted against the web designer.  I recommended retaining a Pro bono Lawyer.  There is now a program through BCC that would enable the Board to utilize retired professionals at no cost.  I see no reason why the Board cannot take advantage of this program to its fullest degree.  I also see a need to reach out to the public and utilize social media.  The Board has a Facebook page and a non functioning website.  I have skills in computers that could be useful.  I know how to maximize the potential of the social media outlets.  There are multiple sites that the Board could be using to get word out about Events, Fundraisers, or Meetings.  There is always information to share.  Burlington Island is a geographical oddity.  It is the only lake within an island within a river in the Continental United States.  I know people who think they know a lot about Burlington that did not know that fact.  Wouldn’t it be a great idea to have a program in the school to learn about our local history?  I believe the students study New Jersey history in Fourth Grade, maybe they could have a guest lecture from an Island Manger?  The Board has one stated goal in its charter and that is to use the Island to raise funds to further the education of the youth in Burlington.  This is not a Board out to make money for profit or to save for bridges or construction.  The Board is only a benefit to you.  When you come out and vote on April 7, 2014 you aren’t voting for a friend or relative you are voting for your children and your future.  The Board has given scholarships, built schools, and donated the land to build the schools on.  Come out and Vote @ the Keegan Center from 3-9pm for Jamie Zalot and Mike Zalot for Manager

If You Need an Absentee Ballot or a Ride Please Call

(609)-386-1778 or email

michaelzalot@comcast.net

The Perfect First Date

I think the perfect first date would be at least four days snowed in at a snow chalet with some good books, a deck of cards, an instrument, some wine and no sex.  Hear me out.  You would either love each other madly or want to kill each other.  The scientific community has conducted experiments that have shown three days is the amount of time the brain requires to adapt.  The no sex is because sex is irrelevant to a good relationship.  The books and cards I think are self explanatory.  The wine, well, in vino veritas.  The guitar is because I believe music makes the world go round.  If your taste in music does not mesh you can not live together.  I picked a snow chalet because if you don't have the option of leaving you have to stay and work it out.  Also even if you don't have sex, you can still cuddle to stay warm.  However, my form of romance and patience are outmoded.  Valor and Honor have gone the way of rotary phones and the VHS.  Still someone has to have hope and it makes my writing have a little more oomph behind it.  Look at Emily Dickinson.

Poetry 3 Poems- Clocks, Zen, Scars

Clocks

Two souls wander broken

Slowly shredding to pieces

Life falls to the wayside

Pressure builds as time runs out

Clocks chiming

Tick Tock

Tick
Tock

Not Yet

A distant cry

Soft and innocent

Beckoning

A future possibility

Tick

Tock

More pressure mounts

Familial obligations

Where and When and Soon

Tick

Tock

Crash

A million Pieces on the Floor

ZEN
Moving Forward

Standing Still

The deception of gravity

Time forces motion

To keep on going

While the rest of us

Keep Standing

Scars

Connected by scars

Tissues can heal

Heart wounds and fissures

Aren’t quite so easy

Time ebbs and flows

Moving faster than expected

Circling life

Pain comes and goes

What we do

Makes us

Who we are

2 Poems- Ethereal and Second Look

Ethereal
The wind is like
An angered Whore
Who wails and beats
Her airy arm against
The window pane

Sticking tape will seal her fate
As air is sucked to form a gate
Her useless cries
Now peal the skies
And battle worn she dies


Second Look
On second look
I must have mistook
Your eyes were not as blue

On second look
I must have mistook
The hair that was turning grey

On second look
I must have mistook
The wrinkle in your eye

On second look
I must have mistook
The way you said goodbye

Between Heartbeats

Loving each other
In the space between heartbeats
Existing fully
In the small time we have
No other time
Matters when we
Can only share
The small space of time
That exists
Between heartbeats