Lovewins

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Glut of gold Saturday sets Canada up for dramatic finish at 2010 Olympics
Team Canada ruins McKeever’s dream
California Weighs State Registry For Animal Abusers; Michael Vick and Glynn Johnson should be on the list forever!
How the Hidden Brain Controls Our Lives
Discovering The Michael Jordan Of Curling
Behind The Spangles, Weir Is A Man In Full
Snow 'Hurricane' Spreads: New York, New England Buried in Snow With Heavy Winds
5 facebook nono for divorcing couples, who would think that things that get this complicated on facebook?
In Britain, a Gift Registry for Divorces
10 Job Sectors in Decline
Asia Leads the Way Out of Recession
From Contracts to Cupcakes: A Wall Street Career Change
Evidence That Little Touches Do Mean So Much
Sarah Palin, finally a fallen star
t?Ovaries have not adjusted to many women's decision to delay having children

Friday, February 26, 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Free Free Free

free addmission Portland Art Museum this Friday night, (2.26), 5P - 8P
Free admission to Portland Japamese Gardem this Saturday (2.27), 10A -4P

Go CANADA! Woot Woot!!! Go Canada!

Russia's hockey empire crumbles in front of the world

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Void, canceled, simply annulled.
Endlessly aching, unconsoled.
Life without you, cause without reason.
Touch without sense, time without season.
I face life now facing a cancerous sore,
A sordid parasite that eats at my core.
All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within,
Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin'.

A shallow face, anguished and marred.
An empty space, scaled and scarred.
Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade.
Secretly hiding 'hind a fictitious facade.
Still, lost within this heart of glass,
This fragile and yet unfeeling mass.
Lies the remains of a love that glowed,
The gift to you I once bestowed.

But honor and pride now bereaved-
By your love for me so misconceived,
Ripped from my inner depths, impeding-
Mind and body and spirit, bleeding;
Now's crushed to sand from thy ruthless hand,
A cold stare I just can't understand.
I feel that somehow, somehow I'm dying,
At least my soul and all that's underlying.

A simple void, is that what I've become?
The hollowed sphere on a pendulum.
Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion,
Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion.
No reason, no answer, no justification.
The creation of a sterile imagination.
Just passing through time as time passes me.
Merely a nothing- nothing, merely, left to be.
Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard.
Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd.
All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed,
I live my life dying, unembraced, a void.