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The day begins (a brief poem by Sheri)

The day begins The day begins in an elegy, a symphony, a slow dance to a song leftover in the mind.  It begins as any other constant reminder we can't reverse or deny. I've been going on too long without one day to myself without one day correcting the life and making it perfect. The day begins in a crawl, a creeping, a casual feeling of making the waking easy as apple pie. I've been going on too long in a brain fog around the valleys of my heart too lush to take back. The day begins in a deep freeze of unpacked hours and throws itself against surfaces of backhanded exposure. I've been going on too long in the outskirts of longing and waiting and existing just for nothing but having it.

We wanted to do Channel Cat on the river last summer, and waited in line, and the guy right in front of us had a party of 6, so it was full, and we couldn't get on. OK, why do you goWe wanted to do Channel Cat on the river last summer, and waited in line, and the guy right in front of us had a party of 6, so it was full, and we couldn't get on. OK, why do you gotta have so many kids and why do they get special preference to events like this?tta have so many kids and why do they get special preference to events like this?

Shut up Phil that you've seen it before, just say something.

You didn't read it did you, Phil. My MLK day anniversary. "No I didn't." 2 Comments Like Comment Share Comments Sheri Grutz Sheri Grutz he says he's got more important things to be thinking about. When does the industry meet the audience? When does the affect mean more than common? When does the grip over someone you love mean you must make amends? Edit or delete this Like · Reply · 10m Sheri Grutz Sheri Grutz When does tragedy register? When does another take it upon themselves.

Names of Hurricanes (a brief poem)

Names of Hurricanes I bet no Mother Earth would give birth to you ripping and roaring through what was a standstill I bet the girl or boy would be hell bent from the beginning reeking havoc and not taking a tit I bet each one wants to be known for one notch against wood laying water down as a last resort to any getting close I bet you never want to be their name and find yourself nameless better than being helpless or hopeless or wanting any less of life I bet the name is signed all over the land in it's learned art calligraphy or electronically in blue I bet you measure who's name is more strong and powering going down in history like a story you can't forget I bet each name is chosen to be without personality just a faceless and merciless entity driving home destruction.

The poor

  I've worked years with the homeless or near homeless, and when I lived in low income housing, I did everything for those kids. My SSDI doesn't last long, and I survive on 113 dollar a week payment from my kids dad. That has to pay for gas, the dog, food, beer and smokes. I know Phil works hard, but I sympathize with anyone struggling. All the Right Wingers say is, Well get a job! ah huh. the old standby line.

My kids and me after a water show in Waterloo.

My life story that I'd never write

started with a year older brother who wanted to be the only one throwing shoes and boots at me in my crib to being forced to wear braces for a club foot, refused to walk to my parents giving away all of my dog's puppies, Not Sugar, Mom, no! to playing alone with my big wheel and my dog outside to going barefoot, and constantly stubbing my toe to teaching myself to ride a bike after many fails to walking to school thru the back alley with all the teenagers there smoking and harassing to my parents going out and Sherry Heinz had a big party at our house and a guy locked me in the closet to eating a whole bottle of baby aspirin like candy, and my mom taking me in to throw up to living in Texas in a nice house and being introduced to favorite black girl in the neighborhood and the Baptist faith to coming back home and living on the farm with my mom's mother, on the bus, Where do you live?  grandma McGarry's house to moving into a shack with mice and very...

Today is my anniversary of torture

MLK day is the anniversary date of my first experience of electronic torture. It was 15 years ago today. I took the day off of work, and emailed anyone I could find. Ken Adachi from educateyourself.com emailing me back, Are you experiencing electronic torture? I had never heard this before, but within 20 minutes I was being bathed in electromagnetic energy through my computer screen, the pain was excruciating. I walked away and within an hour the direct energy hold over my head was like fighting through a force field, the pain and attacks continued for over a week everywhere I went. The strangest feeling was standing in line at the store, and being tortured while no one around me felt it. This was only the beginning, because what they started to do was electronic torture and extreme sexual arousal out of the blue. There have been times I thought they were going to kill me, and it's continued on all these years.

Phiil Army jacket, fight the good fight.

Targeting issues

the military industrial complex, in collusion with university researchers, and various security centers, along with the spy agencies, corporations, mafia and all of mass media are involved in Suspect Targeting Mind Control. The pavlov dog programming, the insertions of thoughts and emotions, and the use of weapons on humans means that truly nothing is sacred anymore. Direct energy attacks of baking the head, body, and all internal organs has got to be the most oppressive thing you can do to a person. It's done at will, at any time, and the surveillance takes the person's whole life on top of that. I have fought so long and hard to get out of this, so many have, and it should be once again taken up by the BioEthics Committee, the ACLU, or any lawyer acting in good faith. However, it's not being done. Nothing is being done.

What I looked like when I was 16!

Phil on his way to his brother's burial. Doesn't he look nice. Godspeed. RIP Mike.

The List (a brief poem)

The List The check mark in the sky is a bird when I've made a list of what I want to get to today, seeming far away, a few more birds, and that's all it takes. Winter has got its lines of wire on this list paper thin, the sky is laid out where the trees are written with fine tips.  Maybe I'll do it all, and have something to say for the day, what I need to pick up, pick out, picking at the ice on my shoes.  The day will not escape thru the back door, but it sits with me after wandering through loose thoughts on the open road.  My list is long and all I can do is take my time, keep coming back to it, like any old lover would do.

Silly jokes by Sheri

What did the boy with a new pogo stick say? I can’t wait for spring. How many teachers does it take to teach math? Too many to count. What did the pilot say upon proposing to his girlfriend? I can go the distance. Teenage girl likes her mom’s brownies, says, this is even sweeter than my mix tape. Older man wants to take up jogging, says, It would be quite a feet. 20-something man with Down syndrome likes to swing, says, This is my only high.

Researchers

If any hospital, agency, or gov study wants to conduct research on another human being, it must include a stipend to the participant and come with legality of their work in which such conclusions are released. There should be no human test subject in the world that feels they were treated like a guinea pig under extreme measure. We have ethics. We have laws.

Here's something not static or boring or dead brain.

in 2010, Obama sent home 10 Russian spies in exchange for 4 there, the thought was that they wanted to infiltrate the gov, and were much more dangerous, and they were sent home because the FBI didn't want to reveal surveillance issues. Remember, when they asked me, Who are you? Where do you come from? It was meant under FISA that I was considered not even a natural born citizen here.

Skills for employment

Typing: expert 10 key: intermediate computer skills: intermediate telephone skills: expert customer service: expert Leadership: expert driving skills: expert communication and English skills: expert self starter: expert
Young girl likes to play hookie from school, her mom says, You don’t have to be so absent minded. Older man wants to play in a band, says to his woman, You make my heart sing. 20 something woman wears skinny jeans, says, I’ve always been a tight wad. Single dad plays football with his young son, says, I bet you won’t throw a fit. Mother likes to dye her hair, child says, Mom, you like to color?
Johnny was a low income worker who qualified for housing, took the day to the limit with changing the tires, putting batteries in, he had 4 kids, and it really wasn't enough.  The wife had been unfaithful to him, and he never forgave her, said if it happens again, your'e gone. The housing complex had drugs, and domestic violence, had people throwing mattresses out their 3rd floor window when they were evicted.  He wanted to come to peace.  He wanted to come home to love. His daughter said, "Daddy, let's make a fort."  And the space was prime for that, so he did it.  His daughter said, "Dad, I want to be a cave woman."  He said,  "You've got to see the horizon." She didn't get it, and spent the next 10 years locked up in her bedroom. Johnny was a pro bowler, and wanted to get his sons into it, but they were timid and couldn't hit a thing.  He pushed them though, making them think they had it in them.  His one son ...

Food for thought (a brief poem)

Food for thought Likely the moon isn't cheese but I keep enough of it in my fridge to know it's still pretty cold up there when nothing is going to expire so likely the sun isn't butter but it spreads across the sky when the air tastes like salt like kissing my CF baby and likely the stars aren't white chocolate chips but I know my mother used to keep them in the freezer so it's even colder to ride on a star and likely the trees aren't pillars of truth or any kind of leafy vegetable but I know in winter this white sky is poured over them and likely I'm just a speck that fell onto the ground of earth waiting to be swept away.

Tell us again how you raised a CF'er, Sheri

She was diagnosed at 7 and half months of age mad that it wasn't found at birth destroyed the breast feeding came home did percussions on her chest twice a day sprinkled enzymes in applesauce talking and walking at age 1 into Handi care child care center age 3, Beth, do you think you can swallow these pills? yeah, mom, did it successfully into school, surgery, polyps, adnoids, and tubes put in we got the Flutter device, we did huff coughs no psudamonas, great doctor visits, needed meds for liver age 9, she started running races all other kinds of activities started her on Ibuprofen anti inflammatory treatment cooked her rich, homemade meals with fresh fruit cups for dessert pushed the calories, didn't gain a pound we got the vest, so thankful, it was covered still no psudamonas did a study through the clinic to figure out why she got paid for it into jr. high, she was into all kinds of sports, including running high school, doing the ...