Xena Carpenter

Version 2 of Poem: A Belly of Content

This is another version of the poem someone sent to me. Version one is here. Version two is:

A Belly of Content [v.2]
By Little Echo

Depression rode the waves
Of one so lonely and depressed
When a knight in shining armor
Came to this damsel in distress

Smitten by his attentiveness
She was rapidly swept away
By the swiftness of his charm
And a passion .... 'til today

But the gathering of his motives
Will eventually come to light
For his true intent's been hidden
Like the armor on a knight

But another day would pass
Before she finally met her fate
She was charmed by his spell
But now it's way too late

Here she lies without a care
Like the one who's laid before
Never knowing she'd been 'taken'
By the man whom she adored

She'd handed over the reigns
To such a man of guile
If only she could have seen
His evil ways and not his smile

Blinded by his brilliance
It's now too late to see
His control had quickly started
Down the road to her finality.

Now lies a lost and precious soul
Never to see his real intent
Will he find another in distress
..... To fill his belly of content

Poem: A Belly of Content

Someone sent me this poem. It was written with Anna Nicole Smith's death in mind from what I am told:

A Belly of Content
By Little Echo

Depression rode the waves
Of one so lovely and forlorn
When a knight in shining armor
Came to this damsel in distress

Smitten by his attentiveness
She was rapidly swept away
By the sweetness of his charm
And a soft and gentle smile

But the gathering of his motives
Would eventually come to light
For his true intent's been hidden
Behind that golden mask

She was truly under his spell
This lady in distress
But another day would pass
Before she finally met her fate

Now she lays without a care
As the 'one' who lies before
Never knowing she'd been 'taken'
By the man of whom she cared

She'd handed over the reigns
To such a man as he
If only she could have seen
The evilness of his ways

Blinded by his brilliance
It's too late now to see
His control had already started
Down the road to her finality.

Now lies a lost and precious soul
Never to see his real intentions
Will he find another in distress
..... To fill his belly of content

If you love, set it free

You may have heard the phrase to the effect of “If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.” Or "If you love someone, let them go, If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don't, their love was never yours to begin with."

The original phrase really is "If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were." It was derived from Richard Bach's work. His quotes are inspirational and motivational for those who believe that love is forever.

I found a poem that was written by someone who was inspired by the quote:

from: http://www.dcrpoems.org.uk/lovesomeone.htm

If you love someone,
Let them go,
If you love someone,
Set them free,
Close your eyes,
Wave farewell,
Tell them,
That you love them,
But they must be free,
That you care for them,
But it is time for them to leave,
To find their own way,
Their own path.
Having said your piece turn away,
And walk home.

If someone loves you,
They won't let go,
If someone loves you,
They won't want to be free,
Open your eyes,
If they return to you,
It is meant to be.

If someone does not return,
It was not meant to be,
If someone does not come back,
The love was never there,
And their love was never yours to begin with.

Possessive and controlling friendships and relationships are harmful. You can't force someone to love you. That person has to be with you because they want to be. Not because you want them to be. Most people walk in and out of our lives. Only friends leave footprints on our hearts. True love stories never have endings.

Leave a message after the mouse click

If you are wondering what that box thing is that you see [on the left, after the psycho kitty picture] with the red record button and the green play button, it's a flash based widget. I have heard that some people use EvocaMic to podcast with. But that is not why I had put it on my blog. I had put it up so that anyone can leave a voice comment about any posting on my blog. Or you can think of it as voice mail.

To use EvocaMic, you need a microphone. Either an attached microphone to your usb, firewire, whatever drive, or an internal microphone that most computers come with these days. The internal microphone hole should be on the computer monitor. You also need to be sure that the volume on your computer is on and not off.

When you click on the record button, a message pops up with two choices. Either Allow or Deny. Even if you press the deny button, you can still record, but it won't let you send the recorded message. It will make you do it all over again. So you have to click on allow. You have to click fast because the recording starts the minute the message box pops up, asking you for the choice of allow or deny. I am telling you this because I have already toyed around with it and know how it works.

After you are finished speaking your mind to the box, you then press stop. You can press the play button to hear how your voice sounds before clicking on the send button to send it. If for some reason you don't like the way your message sounds, you can do it over again. To clear your message and start over, all you need to do is press the record button and straight away record again. You can act like a little narcissist to get your voice message right before pressing on the send button. You don't have to type your email address or text in the message box, as you can press send without typing anything in the boxes.

What are you waiting for? Get clicking.

New Commentary Policy Rules

Old Policy:

I don't know why I should call it a policy when I'm not setting rules and regulations for those who want to comment on my blog. The internet has become the last place where free speech still dwells.

I don't have the authenticate comment feature enabled on my blog like a lot of typepad users do. You don't have to put your email address in the comment box, like a lot of bloggers require in order to post your comments. You are free to speak your mind within common reason.

New Policy:

In the beginning, I had no rules or regulations for those who wanted to leave a comment on my blog. Now there are boundaries because of a certain group of individuals who keep leaving rude comments on my blog to the point of making public attempts of bullying people into not coming back to read my blog.

You have two choices. You can leave a voice recorded comment about any posting on my blog. To leave a recording, click here. Or you can comment the old fashioned way by typing your comment in the comment box and hitting the submit button. Please note that after you press the submit button, your comment will not appear on the page until I have read it first. You don't have to put your email address in the comment box, like a lot of bloggers require in order to submit your comments.

As for contacting me directly, you can send an email to xenacarpenter at yahoo dot com

They call me Sherlock. I am out to find the truth.

Have you ever woken up one morning and you knew exactly what you would be doing for the rest of your life and the only person that was standing in the way is the devil himself? I woke up one morning and realized what the lord was telling me a few months ago. A few months ago, he told me that he already had given me a key. A key that can determine who is telling the truth, who is sleeping in ignorance and who is being dishonest and working for a hidden agenda. I had written about the key on my blog a few months back. Or the key to the first door I should say, as the key has unlocked other doors. Doors that I will be talking about soon. It's not the show that you see in front of your face. It's what is being sneaked by without many questions.

Over the past few weeks in my research, I have uncovered a lot of lies. I am still uncovering lies. I have said so many times that the freaks are foolish every time they open their mouths. It doesn't matter if they even try to stay quiet now because I already have a list of names, motives and agendas. The most high told me over two weeks ago that a lot of the freaks will end up being whacked by the new world order this year for not keeping their cover good enough. Frankly it serves them right. You can't think that you are going to sit there, be greedy and lie and think that it won't come back to bit you in your butt in one form or another.

A new year. A new book. New chapter in life. 2007 is the year of brutality. More and more people are waking up to the fact that the government is not the only unsolvable problem. More and more people are noticing things. Things that are raising questions and yet there are no answers. Or so that is what they are led to believe.

I am out hunting for the truth. Any freak who is feeling froggy can go leap.

The W in Christmas

Someone emailed this to me. Amusing how changing one little letter tells an entirely different message:

The W in Christmas

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.

I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."

I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment -- songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row-center stage -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W."

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W." Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:

"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"

And, I believe, He still is.
Amazed in His presence...
Humbled by His love.

Love Floats by Unnoticed

Sometimes we sit here and realize that there are no words to describe how we feel on many levels. Too much love is wasted in this world from both man and woman. It's not noted or taken into consideration. It just passes by like the wind that doesn't know if it's blowing across the trees or rocks. It just keeps floating by unnoticed.

Tell the people in your life how much you love them. Tell them everyday. Because one day, they may walk away or disappear without a reason. Don't throw around accusations unless you have ironclad evidence. A single accusation can destroy many friendships/relationships.

Hate destroys all. Love conquers all. See the forest for the trees.

Mulling guns for all

I've been hearing more and more about how they [the government] want to make it mandatory for all to have guns. I find it fishy because the new world order cannot stand for anyone to have a weapon of any kind to defend themselves against tyranny and enslavement.

I am not sure what their hidden agenda is for everyone to have a gun. Unless they are hoping that people will shoot each other to depopulate the earth faster without any more effort on their part to kill people.

One story from Reuters on the "excuse" the law gives as to why they *want* people to have guns:

Pennsylvania town mulls recommending guns for all

Wed Dec 6, 2006 6:32 PM ET

By Jon Hurdle

PHILADELPHIA (Reuters) - A tiny town in western Pennsylvania could ask all of its residents to own guns, if a proposal under consideration on Wednesday wins approval from local officials.

Under the proposed law, residents of Cherry Tree, Pennsylvania, would be asked to own guns and know how to use them. Cherry Tree, some 70 miles northeast of Pittsburgh, has about 400 residents.

The town council was scheduled to vote on the proposed "Civil Protection Ordinance" on Wednesday evening.

Introduced last month by resident Henry Statkowski, the measure recommends that "all heads of households maintain a firearm along with ammunition."

In written comments, Statkowski said homeowners have a right and a responsibility to defend against intruders rather than calling police and waiting for help to arrive.

The measure would send a message to "burglars, ne'er-do-wells and other criminal elements," Statkowski wrote.

The male head of the household has the responsibility to defend the family from intruders, he also wrote.

"I don't believe your wife would appreciate it very much if you said, 'Honey, I'll wait until the police arrive and have them defend your life,'" he wrote.

Statkowski could not be reached for comment.

Chad Ramsey, a spokesman for the national gun-control group the Brady Campaign, dismissed the proposal as "ridiculously silly."

The measure was unlikely to pass because state law prevents municipalities from making their own gun laws, Ramsey said. He said about 40 percent of Pennsylvania households own guns.

Aaron Fry, owner of the Cherry Tree Cafe, said he did not understand why the measure was necessary because guns are common. "Every house has a couple of guns," he said.

Contemplation of Flying Solo

Going at it alone is not best, but it's something I will do for now until I see some things change. Or if opportunities present themselves. Whichever comes first.

There are individuals that I had doubts about from the beginning. There are some that I now no longer trust because of their responses to me and the actions they are showing.

There are some that I don't want to throw the hammer at yet, because I know deep down they have a heart inside. But dealing with them is like trying to pull teeth from a donkey sometimes.

And there are some that have tried my patience beyond the boundary and busted my nerves to the point that they are better off burning in hell with the devil than to have their butt smeared all over the net for everyone to see.

Justice is long overdue. Eye for an eye. Time for scumbags to permanently die.