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• The Renegade March 11, 2007 9:57 am

  

  AR-who is being curt now? Is your ego hurt? Perhaps the only requirements to this blog are to have a thick skin
  In my blog experience here–I have had to take most everything I’ve dished out (many times being addressed as my adversaries–that’s a hard rap to beat)
  Integrity
  Never surrender
  the integrity of your energy.
  Link it to source;
  align it with truth and beauty,
  as close as it can be.
  Nobility is being
  better than you used to be.
  Harmonize with love,
  giving it away,
  surrounding yourself in expanding power,
  imagining forgiveness for others;
  that you may instill calmness,
  peace, for thee.

• AR Stein March 10, 2007 10:15 pm

  

  Gordon-I was referring to “myself” being new to the blog-Also-had to get a new keyboard since some of my letters were sticking-I had to make it work-blogging is not usually english class-Would be nice to see you respond peacefully-didn’t know their were requirements here on Mark’s blog as far as communication-maybe mark needs an IQ test for all of us to see if we make the cut!

• Bearded Warlock March 9, 2007 11:17 am

  

  AR Stein–I have been here longer than you might think–communication is sometimes aided by proper spelling in lieu of cutesy symbols–either which way–meaning transcends formats
  In the Tween
  In the ‘tween of night and light
  witches and warlocks wake
  to rekindle their magic
  for the new dawn,
  Stoic monks wait
  for the spirit to move them
  to heights
  of higher awareness,
  Chiseled moon wanes
  in the darkened sky,
  pilgrims pray
  and wonder why
  the secrets of life have passed them by,
  while wisdom floats
  all around them.

• AR Stein March 8, 2007 3:16 pm

  

  new 2 the blog Gordon-hard 2 communicat w/ u but nice 2 finally know you real name!Take care friend-

• Gordon Neumann c/o www,gordonneumann.com March 8, 2007 9:29 am

  

  AR Stein–GOOD–the cyclical nature of your lesson does not escape you–but I am disappointed that you can’t derive who I am–everyone else seems to know
  The Grateful Mutant
  Perhaps I’m a mutant,
  man and part poet, too,
  a creature co-creating
  sensory message as solemn
  of even a preacher’s due
  and wild as the screaming jackal
  laughing at the moon
  in response to nature’s cue.
  If there is meaning
  to this mischievous madness,
  I?m certainly the last to know,
  for feedback comes in soggy loaves
  floating on salty sea,
  defining my identity
  to a me
  that no longer cares,
  Because reward is that feeling
  already flowing through and through,
  that leaves one spent and gleaming
  in the club of the far and few.
  Gordon Neumann
  12/31/2005