February 2010

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  • Who the Hell Wants Bronze?

    (This comes from my Sports Blog, Butterfield on Sports) “Chris.” “Hey, Dad.” “You okay? Man what a crash.” He sat down on the bench next to his son. They were alone in the white tent next to the skicross course. “I was going for it,” said Chris. “Just hit wrong.” He was crying. Blood dripped […] More

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  • "Mr. Woods…We’re Not Finished"

    (This is from my Sports Blog)“Hey, Mark, ‘sup?” said Tiger. “What’s going on. Thought we were having lunch.” Mark opened the door. Four men in suits sat at a large conference table. Tiger stood there. “This can’t be good. Talk to me Mark.” “It’s time, Tiger.” “What?” His shoulders dropped. “Who are these people?” They […] More

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  • The Devil and Mark McGwire

    (This is my latest form my Sports Blog) Jupiter, FL – Mark McGwire, the new batting coach for the St Louis Cardinals, reported to spring training today, arriving in an SUV. He wasn’t alone. He sat next to a man in a red tuxedo. The man radiated heat, and had room in his pants for […] More

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  • life’s street

      Image is by flydime   On February 18, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved   existing barely in the street of life looking at you looking at me wings plucked and broken scattered in the wind.   life is just a journey it is what you make of it ephemeral fleeting swiftly passing by […] More

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  • Gold

    *This poem is for One Single Impression Poetry Prompt – Gold* This prejudice for Gold Its not reveling in Gold’s beauty that is wrong Its the incapability of earning it Its the incapability of controlling the greed Its the reality of not being a saint, that is wrong Shraddha @ The Self Love Project More

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  • love lost

    Image is by Zitaaa On February 16, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved another time, another place the same way down through the ages yin and yang conjoined inseparable sailing soul to soul. rhyme and reason to my existence my buffer there to hold me when sometimes i fall weak-kneed by the vagaries of life. […] More

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  • Mirror, mirror on the wall

    If I am beautiful to the core, will my indiscipline be forgiven? If I am thoroughly intelligent, will my ugly looking braces and balloonish body not come in my way up the success ladder? The other day I was traveling in a B.E.S.T bus, back from a day’s work and I happened to overhear a […] More

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  • Garfield Comics In her Hand

    The sweet smile,Sparkled in her lips.Marvelously, she walked away.With the Garfield comics in her hand. Beautiful, she was.As I looked at her, for those five minutes.I wonder, where she is now?I wonder, what she is she doing? I wonder,If she is smiling, even now. Those few minutes,Lasted for a lifetime.That everlasting smile,Lasted forever. I wonder, […] More

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  • Al Davis…You’re Fired!

    Al Davis…You’re Fired! “Next question…Anybody.” I was standing in the crowd, in the back by the door. There was silence, so I raised my hand. He pointed. “You, way in the back. Go ahead.” I pointed to myself. He said, “Yeah you, with the funny hat.” I cleared my throat. “Mr Davis, please don’t take […] More

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  • The Fine Line…

    Sex is a slave to pleasure, Intimacy a freedom to desire. Lately when someone asked me what is the difference between no flings attached sex popularly know as a one night stand and Intimacy between two lovers I was quite shocked to realize that the two might seem the same but are actually quite different […] More

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  • Nostalgia

    Image is by antitude. On February 07, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved days and nights go by flashes of misspent youth assailed with hopelessness relentlessly befuddled in a constant state of stupor. look at the one who had it all lost in a maze of confusion jumbled thoughts, mashed up collages fighting for space […] More

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  • awaken

    Image is by antitude.   On February 02, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved   sailing on cloud cuckoo thinking about all they have sold us in the past the lies, the heartbreaks.   come to me all who are weary! repressed, terrorized, left shaken sold an idea that has left us behind, drifting away […] More

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