tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30331515392889396642011-11-27T16:57:00.665-08:00Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-28060490381765395512008-11-10T09:54:00.000-08:002008-11-21T22:50:31.404-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SRh65xEeuKI/AAAAAAAABSw/VE_3aDHCrWw/s1600-h/bandwhite.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SRh65xEeuKI/AAAAAAAABSw/VE_3aDHCrWw/s400/bandwhite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267094897053055138" /></a><br />suddenly<br />you see yourself<br />while you listen to the<br />dogs and cats <br />and<br />muffled voices<br />of neighbors<br /><br />the mirror<br />has been there<br />all night<br /><br />you stare at it<br />for hours<br />and <br />picture <br />when you were<br />young<br /><br />once a ladies man<br />and now<br />only memories<br /><br />lots <br />of<br />them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-2806049038176539551?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-69899795037780184012008-09-25T09:32:00.000-07:002008-09-25T09:45:55.984-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SNu_8daYesI/AAAAAAAABQA/uxrhNkYfbBk/s1600-h/handshakingguy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SNu_8daYesI/AAAAAAAABQA/uxrhNkYfbBk/s400/handshakingguy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250000836038785730" /></a><br />the nicest man in the world<br />is the man that will<br />not<br />look around to see who else is around<br />looking at him<br /><br />the nicest man in the world<br />is the man who wakes up on the<br />wrong side of the bed<br />but<br />will not criticize you<br /><br />the nicest man in the world<br />is the man who doesn't question why<br />he's here in the world<br />but<br />embrace it like he's going to die tomorrow<br /><br />the nicest man in the world<br />does not work<br />for money<br /><br />the nicest man in the world<br />is in a different world than<br />you<br /><br />the nicest man in the world <br />does not live in Manhatten, LA, or London<br />but in an alley that gives him shelter<br /><br />the nicest man in the world<br />eats well every day in<br />restaurants<br />we<br />would<br />never<br />call<br />posh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-6989979503778018401?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-24556367890814133522008-09-21T10:34:00.000-07:002008-09-21T11:17:27.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SNaPiGHw-BI/AAAAAAAABP4/Tfewqm_JAos/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SNaPiGHw-BI/AAAAAAAABP4/Tfewqm_JAos/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248540231668398098" /></a><br />Wasn't that a dream? or was it<br />something<br />substantial enough<br />to hang on to<br />and grasp that<br />perhaps the one that<br />awaits<br />not only desires but<br />extremely <br />needs <br />you<br /><br />your sarcasm<br />your call at midnight<br />your lack of need<br />your teen spirit<br />your unknowable knowledge<br />your hand at the moment<br /><br />your<br />solution to it all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-2455636789081413352?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-88398418800960777392008-09-05T05:28:00.000-07:002008-09-06T05:38:40.512-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SMEtjcocAUI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-nr60bthyBQ/s1600-h/DSCN4913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SMEtjcocAUI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-nr60bthyBQ/s400/DSCN4913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242521528240439618" /></a><br />waiting patiently<br />already decided that maybe<br />this one<br />could be one worth fighting<br />for<br /><br />the desire <br />the want<br />the scent<br />the fascination<br />the intensity<br />the sound of a piano suddenly<br />losing its tune<br />and now<br />karma needs to be settled<br /><br />my backs on the rope<br />ready to dodge another<br />blow<br />frustrated but willing to<br />go forward<br /><br />sweat dripping down<br />into my eyes<br />clogging my vision<br />but I can see she is<br />feeling the same<br />way<br /><br />the foolish<br />gefecht<br />is<br />over<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-8839841880096077739?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-63367611500995931262008-09-01T04:36:00.000-07:002008-09-01T04:47:15.538-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SLvV1TVzUjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/01Ml-PmxZmc/s1600-h/DSCN4888.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SLvV1TVzUjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/01Ml-PmxZmc/s400/DSCN4888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241017703077204530" /></a><br />if there were a time and a place<br />for everything<br />when would be a good time <br />to say goodbye<br />to the one you love <br />and where would be a good place to do it?<br /><br />this is something to contemplate <br />too many times and for too many women<br />the stress<br />the dubious feeling inside as another<br />one <br />holds me and says once again<br />I love you, you are so handsome.<br /><br />great, another one.<br />hopefully this one will get the hint<br />sooner than the last one<br />and return to a better bloke<br />at least<br />better than me<br /><br />if she only knew that this<br />is the the roller coaster of heartbreak<br />and her ride is just<br />beginning<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-6336761150099593126?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-19139392666116313222008-08-26T09:31:00.000-07:002008-08-26T09:38:29.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SLQwSaIhBjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KEbmrCZ2VUY/s1600-h/DSCN4906.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SLQwSaIhBjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KEbmrCZ2VUY/s400/DSCN4906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865359349548594" /></a><br /><br />rapidly breathing<br />what are you doing?<br /><br />rapidly dancing<br />what are you listening to?<br /><br />rapidly walking<br />where are you going?<br /><br />rapidly working<br />what do you want?<br /><br />rapidly drinking<br />what do you want to avoid?<br /><br />we are all selfish<br />aren't<br />we?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-1913939266611631322?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-89439020592581154032008-08-21T08:19:00.000-07:002008-08-21T08:23:17.970-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SK2IQ1Us3jI/AAAAAAAAA44/YKwC8kPkRh4/s1600-h/DSCN4596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SK2IQ1Us3jI/AAAAAAAAA44/YKwC8kPkRh4/s400/DSCN4596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991764474945074" /></a><br />giving your time to<br />other people<br />although it may seem like<br />it is a waste<br />is truly not<br />but rather a very precious gesture<br /><br />sharing your anger with<br />other people<br />although it may seem like<br />it is very malicious<br />can convey the proper message<br />to someone dear to you<br /><br />revealing your secrets to <br />other people<br />although at the time it may seem like<br />it is ludicrous<br />can link you to something<br />special you never imagined<br /><br />sharing your love to<br />another person<br />although it may seem like<br />it is the beginning of heartbreak<br />may lead to the most magnificent<br />partnership<br />take the chance.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-8943902059258115403?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-63913844078033396122008-08-18T09:19:00.000-07:002008-08-17T11:20:10.312-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SJsgy6SmfjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nqXDHNEYcY0/s1600-h/31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SJsgy6SmfjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nqXDHNEYcY0/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231811451133787698" /></a><br /><br />most of the time<br />people see what they want to see<br />and just ignore the truth<br />thinking “this is the way I see it”<br />and without considering that<br />maybe<br />there lies something else more <br />evil or deceiving or maybe even extraordinary<br />underneath<br /><br />if you really need to know, all you<br />really have to do is<br />ask the question<br />or <br />ask many of them despite the fact it could make you<br />feel so uncomfortable<br />but<br />it’s so much better to get it all out of the way<br />to prevent a fiasco<br /><br />don’t guess<br />don’t lie<br />don’t think something that isn’t<br />don’t think you are somebody you aren’t <br />and<br />don’t be stupid<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-6391384407803339612?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-12679926107907688682008-07-30T07:27:00.000-07:002008-12-11T03:47:07.498-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SJB_gaJXcOI/AAAAAAAAA24/trGdWMOo-uc/s1600-h/ChinaskiBLOG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SJB_gaJXcOI/AAAAAAAAA24/trGdWMOo-uc/s400/ChinaskiBLOG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228819362128294114" /></a><br /><br />I got in the place and<br />when I first got one<br />it’s not what I expected<br />but yes<br />it was purple<br /><br />where the jesus came from?<br />not sure yet<br />to this day<br />but the one thing I can <br />remember<br />is that gorgeous chick who knew she was all that<br /><br />she was a real blond<br />beautiful<br />big breasts<br />but most important<br />knew what she wanted…..<br />a <br />purple<br />jesus<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-1267992610790768868?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-74089412789304748182008-07-11T07:07:00.000-07:002008-12-11T03:47:07.707-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SHdqYGzRmvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pTKWmC7eBKQ/s1600-h/DSCN4147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SHdqYGzRmvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pTKWmC7eBKQ/s400/DSCN4147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221759255334460146" /></a><br /><br /><br />the thing that gets me is<br />people that never clean out their nostrils<br />grass that looks crabby<br />white carpet<br /><br />the thing that gets me is<br />people that mock a smile<br />sell expired milk<br />reduce a price on something already overpriced<br /><br />the thing that gets me is<br />old people walking slowly<br />old people driving slowly<br />young people who don’t help old people<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-7408941278930474818?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033151539288939664.post-45147517643878015282008-07-05T08:55:00.000-07:002008-12-11T03:47:07.876-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SG-zD_-o7YI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kq49ciDCkck/s1600-h/church1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F26si0ARZJo/SG-zD_-o7YI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kq49ciDCkck/s400/church1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219587374440836482" /></a><br />he looked upset<br />not sure why<br />but the expression<br />on his face<br />was wholly wry<br />the man in the red car<br /><br />the church with the gravetones<br />and the many polished rocks with names<br />he sat nearby<br />thinking<br />about the past maybe<br />his wife<br />the man in the red car<br /><br />many stories <br />many lies<br />many fights<br />many drinks<br />only he knows<br />the man in the red car<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033151539288939664-4514751764387801528?l=danjema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dave Anjemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13248806301804927077noreply@blogger.com0