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(Had to share this, such a wonderful way to see stress)

my brain and
heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become

eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other

now my head and heart
share custody of me

I stay with my brain
during the week

and my heart
gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week

and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:

"This is all your fault"

on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past

and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future

they blame each
other for the
state of my life

there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying

so,

lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut

who serves as my
unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me

~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up

last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head

I nodded

I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore

"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"

I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away

"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."

this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves

and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs

I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs

before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said

"what took you so long?"

~ John Roedel.(love his word's )

Outside the Miami Federal courthouse a crowd of Trump supporters are chanting We Love Trump. Donald J. Trump arrived ahead of his 3pm scheduled arraignment date and CNN is reporting he is now under arrest.
Walt Nauta, Trump's valet and alleged co-conspirator, will appear alongside him.

I'm back and forth from my office to the TV in the living room as the Internet news feed is frozen... apparently so many people are watching live it's overloaded the internet.

It's a dark day... afternoon showers are on us, as usual.

Who, I wonder, in this world,
Could ever say and unfold,
Why you created me,
Or how I found you to be.

When I'm with you, it's true,
You make me feel brand new,
You saw within me,
What no one else could see.

Now I know that generosity,
Can put an end to hostility,
And I would chain eternity,
To keep my kindness faithfully.

In the service of good, I'd engage,
If I were to work in your presence,
And anything I would ever ask,
I would give to you with love and my life.

Perhaps many people don't know,
But without you, I'm hollow,
I'm like a dry desert,
Lifeless and thirsty, I revert.

And when I've been at my hardest,
I always found you, regardless,
You were wherever I've been,
You didn't discard me like waste within.

That's why I want to proclaim,
That you are my God, in name,
Not only in times of bliss,
But also in times of abyss.

I dislike deleting comments to my blogs. It's usually only the off-topic or batshit crazy bloggers who get the honors. In this case, it's someone who doesn't listen to me and continues posting mindless irrelevant comments, ignoring my requests to refrain.
In the rare chance he actually says something relevant, I'll leave the comment.
I decided to move his unrelated comments here.

Yes, I'm a nice guy!

I had a GREAT blog this past weekend. People from all over the world came to read and comment on my blog. It may have been the greatest blog CS has seen since the days of the Nixon administration. Wait... Quite frankly it WAS the greatest blog and then, while I was out working today, someone took my blog down.
I ask why? Why would you remove a blog so awesome it showed the world the only ex-president in the history of America as the subject of a federal indictment.

Was it you Grand... you posted a blog with my name in the title that got my great blog deleted? That's what I'm thinking... you weaponized them to do it. It's a dark day in blog-land, truly a dark day.

here in Germany is Nato-airfighters-exercises-meeting

Love this, because it´s very reassuring to know that brave soldiers from different nations, especially the Americans, work with us together and defend in the event of war.

Thanks you for your commitments and risk
be safe and care in all your flights and fights

In May, CNN televised a Town Hall meeting and invited Donald. J. Trump who stated he was allowed to take classified documents when leaving the White House.
A few days later, his lawyer Tim Parlatore, announced he was leaving the team.

Yesterday, Donald J. Trump was indicted on 7 criminal counts in the case involving his possession of classified documents.
Today, two lawyers Jim Trusty and John Rowley defending Donald Trump on federal charges quit the case.

Is there a lawyer in the house?
We've got a guy who badly needs one. Or is that needs one badly?

Maybe it's time to contact 1-800-LAW-YERS it's a toll free call!
Have your credit card ready.

I remember even now, after many years of life, how it all began. How my story started with a dark journey that was meant to frighten me, even though I would be safe. I don't know exactly where I came from, but I remember following a path, guided by the angel who was meant to bring me into this world. I followed with confidence, impatience, and curiosity about what my life would be like.

Shortly after our journey on the road, we arrived near a well, where I followed my angel who opened a door on one of the walls, at the foot of a bridge. We entered together through that door, which magically transported us to a kind of purgatory. It was a dark place where the angel began to shine brightly and create visibility around us. I couldn't take more than five steps before I looked around and noticed that the place was inhabited by strange creatures with heads like large turtles and bodies like a mix between tigers and some long-extinct dinosaur. The creatures had dark blue skin and large spines on their backs, pointing forward as if they were meant to protect their heads and harm anyone who came into contact with them. Their paws were like those of lizards with big, black claws. The creatures were sent there due to their wickedness and dreadful deeds, their banishment serving as a punishment from God upon them. They were destined to spend an eternity in the pitch-black void of that dark place.

The creatures seemed to be in a state of hibernation, but shortly after we arrived, while the angel walked ahead of me and I tried to keep up with him, the creatures seemed to come back to life, emitting strange sounds that gradually filled me with fear. There were more of them than I could ever count, and the angel told me not to be afraid because as long as I was with him, the creatures wouldn't touch me. We moved among them, and they slightly moved aside, as if trying to create a path for us to pass, but as soon as we passed, they closed in behind us, erasing the path they had created.

I saw them watching us, and the angel continued to encourage me and tell me not to be afraid, but my soul couldn't help but grow more and more afraid. Then, sensing the fear that overwhelmed me, the angel made my legs feel heavier. The angel began to move away slowly, taking big steps while I felt how my fear reduced my steps and made them heavier. As the angel moved away, he took with him the light created by his presence, leaving me at the mercy of the darkness that slowly began to surround me, just like those creatures.

Everyone else is..why not. First off, I will be running as an Independent. That way I can wish wash to Dem or Repub as needed. As far as fund raising, I will start a go fund me account that people can contribute to. I promise that everyone who sends more than $25 will receive a coupon good for one chicken because everyone deserves a chicken in every pot. No debates. No need. I know exactly what everyone wants and needs and I will post my agenda promising it all. Trust me.
I wont be doing rallies either. But, will show up anytime and anywhere someone offers me a free lunch.
To appeal to the soccer moms, I wont be paying for posters. Instead I invite all children to draw some for my campaign and put them up around their towns. I personally will view snap shots of them and pick one as my vice president. We need youth in Washington. I offer the wisdom of age and my VP will offer Oreos.
My foreign policy will be the Monroe Doctrine. As other nations have done, I will nationalize all foreign held businesses and corporations and appoint good American citizens to run them.
To ease the burden on the middle class and poor, I will eliminate all property and income taxes on anyone under $50,000 a year. I fully expect all landlords to reflect that gain in lowered rent fees.
The White House and Capital have a ton of rooms. Too much of them are wasted space. Therefore I will turn those rooms into bed and breakfasts and office space to rent. Those congressmen don't need private offices. They can gather in one of the large rooms in cubicles like normal office workers. I will order congress to return to the way legislatures were in the 1700s. Go get a job cause there will not be a salary for you anymore. It is a duty to serve the people and an honor. It is not a life time career eating off the cash cow of the working poor.You will work one month in summer and one in winter. Sitting around all the time on your butts just has you writing stupid bills to prove your working for your pay. The free cafeteria will be replaced by a Burger King. Pay for your meals like the working class has to. And you do not get a pension paid for by the workers. You go on Social Security and Medicare like everyone else. Lets see how you feel about them then.
I will slash welfare for everyone unless elderly or disabled. Baby mommies, you dump those 6 brats on granny to take care of now so you can go to the casino. Might as well go to a job instead. Or figure out who takes in those kids as their job so you all can go do others. As far as the baby daddies, that same system will work for you. Either work and pay or babysit those kids.
I am sure I will be a show in for President. I will promise and promise and promise. Don't mind the fact that I wear mittens in summer. That is so you can't see me cross my fingers.
Of course I am open to suggestions from my fans..I mean voters...Remember..free chickens.

This story continues from part 9B. Live or Die.
Flight To Venice.
Music: All of me/ Some kind of wonderful.........................Michael Buble
Crown and Lana looked out of the window of the ascending cargo plane and observed the arrival of military personnel who had become miniaturised figures in the distance. They looked at each other. That was a live or die situation, said Crown.
Lana smiled. Well, at least we escaped from India with love.
The pilot, Captain Gerard, suggested they should get some rest at the rear of the plane, as it would be a long journey. They took his advice and managed to find a comfortable area to relax and discuss their situation.
Were you born in India? asked Crown.
Yes. My father was English and my mother Italian. He was in the military and was temporarily posted to a base here where he instructed service personnel with modern defence technology. He then met his future wife, my mother, and produced me. I managed to achieve a degree in languages, and my father suggested I respond to a vacancy advertised by the commercial section of the British embassy in Delhi. I was successful.
One day whilst travelling to Delhi by train, I was approached by a Russian man who began a conversation, which ended with him offering me a considerable amount of money to work part time at the Russian embassy. In return, I would be expected to supply him with any data connected with western defence policy. I didn't refuse his offer, but saw this as an opportunity to reverse the situation and obtain anything useful to our intelligence services. I raised the matter with the appropriate people at our end, and it was agreed to reduce my hours of employment in order to make myself available for work at the Russian embassy. I would be fed info that was not sensitive, to make it appear I was helping the Russian intelligence, but at the same time, I would be aware of any developments on their side and feed it back.
Yes, That sounds perfectly fine. Good thinking by you. You became a double agent. Were they suspicious of your previous background?
At first yes, but I managed to develop a reliable working arrangement and tried to impress with any data I was furnished with. They got used to me. Then I discovered the installation of their new cypher equipment. I knew this was like striking gold. You know the rest of the story.
Crown was impressed. You acted brilliantly, and with courage. What about your parents? They would now be at risk.
Fortunately they decided long ago to live in the UK. So now I have no attachments here. But I know these Russians, they will have discovered the destination of this plane, and no doubt will arrange some confrontation, somewhere.
We'll have to face that challenge when and if it arises. We should try and get some sleep now. Crown found some material and placed it on a section of seating that hugged the side of the aircraft. You can lie there and I'll lie on the floor below you.
Do you remember that day on the beach? said Lana.
Yes I do.
And the evening together?
Yes. Of course.
I hope we can be together like that soon.
We will. Now get some rest.
Lana reached out a hand which was taken by Crown. Sleep overcame them both.
Some hours later, the aircraft made a change in direction which woke the sleeping pair. Venice was now in sight and touch down at Marco Polo airport was a few minutes away. Captain Gerard instructed Crown and Teen to put on their safety belts. He pointed out that Crown should leave his gun with him, together with the valuable bag. He would have special clearance through customs due to his military status. Both items to be returned, once outside. After landing and formalities completed, the three were reunited. Gerard suggested that they accompany him to a pre booked hotel to freshen up. A taxi was called, loaded up and departed.
In a phone booth nearby, a figure with reddish hair and large build, watched.