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You know the routine ignore the rant, it is about therapeutics.
The hackers have let me have a moment of reflection, I will never know how much they destroyed and how much pain they inflicted as abusive hackers stalking with daily data rapes. And the sad thing is Microsoft and our government are power less that there is no control over those that invade a person's privacy to do physical harm in deleting and torturing people as bullies whose faces can come from anywhere in the world.
I would ask the FBI to help, but I am a blue collars not a Madoff, and with Microsoft, I am no Bill Gates.
Anyway I thought this turned out pretty well. considering.
I am now divorcing Microsoft to go to something that works and everyone does not have a intrusive key into my fingers. I wonder how much data has been destroyed and how much data has been stolen to be used after someone is dead that they can then claim the data as theirs.
Hopscotch Skipping PatchWord Quilt
Let us skip the beat that dances poetry alive among the Uni-Verse,
Sailing inside unique minds that flow within its vibrations of the rhyme,
Spreading the quill of a poet inside the inner space of cerebral time,
Blossoming within the poet this gift that is blessed in tranquil verse.
This is a world like no other of makeup works in role model word play,
Stages of the inner soul of creativity building the characters of poetry,
Where the fairy tales sail in the gray area matter of a writer's playground,
Among furrowed roads cultivated in unique patterns of stepping stone poems.
HopScotch the line back and forth until it is a fine tuned work of a HeArt
That pride that lives in the wealth that lives deep inside poverty's smile.
A feeling like no other, when received by another, in adoration of the art.
This appreciative bond between readers and the writer's walking that mile.
Blossom among the wild flowers, swaying soft pastel's tranquility, under cyan blues,
Where nature sings alive its songbird stanzas with butterfly note pieces,
Where the dawns are filled with the fawns darting among the sunrise hues.
That medicinal Warmth healing the insanity of political reality that destroys peace.
A trespass sign says, "No Politician Morticians", they can go downstairs to party.
This domain can be a see shore one day and tomorrow's Autumn rush into mountain beauty.
In a faith that must arise within compassion that can then have a passion so hearty
That every Gospel of good, must triumph over evil here, to leave a poet's shangri la-
that is so beautiful.
Can you see the tears sparkle
In a poet's eyes
Right into your heart's
David Lester Young 02/08/10 ©