tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131836972011-11-13T00:15:29.031-05:00Blogcrete Jungle Rambloggin's New York CityLeave a comment, if you please! An excellent place to ramble, create worlds, plant a seed, share a bit of my mind with you share a bit of your mind with me. I want to embark in this adventure with you, let's see what comes out...lets SEE. If you like, leave a comment at the end of a post...sorta feedback I appreciate inmensely. Sign the guestbook, the guest map, get noticed. Be well, RobRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-49489137615778709712010-12-31T19:56:00.002-05:002010-12-31T19:56:57.469-05:00Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-24688711290271726362010-12-26T16:44:00.000-05:002010-12-26T16:44:14.424-05:00Miracle of LifeMiracle of Life
And here's wherehappiness resideskiss a girl,kiss a guy.
To awaken each morninga miracle in itselfthe rest a bonusmore of its wealth.
Touching of skinssmoking of smoketomorrow for broke.
Today is the yesterdayof tomorrow,tomorrow a thought of today,and today is the nowthat is fleeting somehow.
And where does that leave us all?But we appear to bein this instant,together you and Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-22337944003699559702010-12-26T03:17:00.001-05:002010-12-26T03:35:41.741-05:00Innocencewhen i was 5 years old I lived in Connecticut ... countryside where i used to spend a lot of time by myself there was at least 1/3 mile between houses there was a stream that ran by and I used to explore up and downthere was an empty house downstream from usone day I saw that there were people moving into itand went to investigate it was a young coupleWendy and Davidshe gave me milk and Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-65794134287578639072010-12-20T19:41:00.001-05:002010-12-20T19:42:43.706-05:00HopeHope your daysare brightand your nights are never alone, lonely is a better word.
I wish that you have the health to enjoy another day, another time,another kissanother smile.
Happy daysbe ahead of you allnot too far,within your reach.
May each daybe more, much more than a holiday.May each breath bring much morethan just lifemay it bring Joyand morethe nearness/onenessof sharing.
May your Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-84984288512570912532010-12-17T01:56:00.000-05:002010-12-17T01:56:51.791-05:00LIFELIFE !
Walk in beauty,
always Be well.
On beautiful sunny days
when the spirit rejoices
with blue skies
and split decissions,
smile with the beauty
indisputable of the wind.
On dark days
with tears falling rain
heavy on the soul
rejoice that we exist
to live them.
Go to the creature nearest you
wonder in the wonders of existence
that plant is there
because you are here,Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-24705098162640425082009-08-22T17:53:00.000-04:002011-11-07T22:40:53.618-05:00Our Art ... my writings are song
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Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-18861650564315602482007-09-10T01:06:00.001-04:002009-08-22T16:30:37.265-04:00My dad's birthdayHappy birthday, Maestro.
Today you would have been 76,
still young in these days.
It's been so long
since that day at the pier
you saw me off
to the land of my birth,
when you left
as soon as I boarded
the ship to today.
I turned around
so you wouldn't see the sadness
you turned away
so I wouldn't see yours.
We knew it was time
for a new destination
what we didn't know
was that we'd never see Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1164685568762981392006-11-27T22:44:00.000-05:002006-11-27T22:46:08.763-05:00Reflections on DescartesCall it God if you willcall it everything,nothingonly chancethat we know ofthis world, heretodayno matterwhat you doyou can’t denythe beautyof a rose.Natural beautyhas no priceit is real.The restis man madeartificial... all your moneynot anotherminute buy...we are dustin the windand thiswill also pass9/06all I can sayis that I sharethis instanceof the reality we believe Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1164685053363339682006-11-27T22:30:00.000-05:002006-11-27T22:38:24.300-05:00The SuspectEverything I learnedis suspectI knowall I feelis true !RobNovember 20, 2006Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1162964883486940632006-11-07T23:37:00.000-05:002006-11-08T00:48:03.560-05:00Frustrating Automated ResponseI think we have all had our frustrating moments trying to contact a living person of a company with which we have had business of any kind. It may have been their automated phone service or e-mail.Welcome to XXuXX's Automated service. We are very pleased that you are trying to contact us. Please listen carefully to our menu options, some may have changed since the last time you tried (snicker) toRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1162536171035333262006-11-03T01:41:00.000-05:002006-11-03T01:42:51.050-05:00ONEOne courseone worldmankindmust grow upfacing the realityof lifeonce and for all.Me must beresponsiblefor and toour future.It’s the only waywe can reachthe next levelof our evolutiongo to the other side...One worldno more reasonfor kingdomsand dynastiesrulersand followersof havesand have-nots.The next stepin evolutiondiscard all senseof propertynothing belongsnothing is lostto anyoneno one Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1161146851102851532006-10-18T00:47:00.000-04:002006-10-18T00:56:12.520-04:00N. Korea apparently preparing nuke test - Yahoo! NewsN. Korea apparently preparing nuke test - Yahoo! NewsTalk about corraling a crazed animal. While everyone goes bla-bla-bla, he might go bla-bla-BOOM! Getting worse before it gets better. Unfortunately diplomacy is next to non-existent.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1161146352603822492006-10-18T00:39:00.000-04:002006-10-18T01:23:22.396-04:00Video ChannelVideo Channel interview of George Galloway Esta entrevista a George Galloway, miembro del parlamento britanico se puede ver con sub-titulos en espanol en you-tube aqui.This is an interview of George Galloway for Sky News.George Galloway has spoken out in support of Lebanon, saying he believes Hizbollah is justified in attacking Israel. The Respect MP also lambasted media coverage of the war and Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1160973148599953082006-10-16T00:32:00.000-04:002006-10-16T00:32:31.916-04:00Welcome to MichaelMoore.comWelcome to MichaelMoore.comI thought I was worried about the overall world situation. Well, here is Michael Moore's page. Sure he's on more than one fat-guy's black-list. You've gotta love this guy ... or really hate his guts.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1160368226256871412006-10-09T00:30:00.000-04:002006-10-09T00:39:03.246-04:00USATODAY.com - Report: North Korea launches 7th missileUSATODAY.com - U.S.: N. Korea nuclear test 'unacceptable threat'USATODAY.com - U.S. issues tougher warning to N. Korea on nuclear testUSATODAY.com - Chinese analyst: North Korea likely to carry out nuclear test near China borderUSATODAY.com - North Korea urged to cancel nuclear testUSATODAY.com - North Korea's Kim rallies hundreds of top brass as UN prepares censureUSATODAY.com - Report: North Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1160106205956384622006-10-05T23:43:00.000-04:002006-10-06T00:20:42.123-04:00USATODAY.com - Thousands nationwide protest BushUSATODAY.com - Thousands nationwide protest BushHow much clearer must a People speak? If you want to read the whole article click the link above. Yet, I need to go over parts of it, let's see..."WASHINGTON (AP) — Hundreds of people called the Bush administration's policies a crime and held up yellow police tape along a three-block stretch in front of the White House on Thursday as part of a Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1160019393523930982006-10-04T23:36:00.000-04:002006-10-06T00:26:12.840-04:00New York Daily News - Home - Radioactive 'hot spots' threat to city, study sezNew York Daily News - Home - Radioactive 'hot spots' threat to city, study sezYou can read the whole article through the link above... I don't know, but to me this news is cause for concern..."WASHINGTON - A helicopter survey revealed 80 radioactive "hot spots" in New York City, including a Staten Island park with dangerously high levels of radium, a congressional report disclosed yesterday." Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1159638124915225732006-09-30T13:28:00.000-04:002006-09-30T13:42:04.930-04:00Something's not rightSomething's not rightsometimesit's somethingthat grabs the attentionnot letting gountil expressed.A beautiful worldno matter what messwe make of it.The world is beautifulby principle.On a basic levelthen,life iswhat we give to itgood, bad,or un-flavored.Fact isI inhabita shred ofa realityI share with you..We livein one of the possibilitiesthat history's allowedthe realitywe now share.And there Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1154147738485399732006-07-29T00:25:00.000-04:002006-09-30T13:52:27.616-04:00Hope and RealityIt makes youstopand wonderwhat this "slice"of life means.How life changesto its own rhythmits own chordscreating a symphonyof death.Yet that is life'till there is lifeno more.And that, friendsis the nextbig chapter.Life is thatslicing throughan oceanof possibilitiesalternativesbecomethe near futureNow.It is all therefor us to fillwith meaningthe more meaningthe most.Each slice(Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1153117704509984942006-07-17T02:24:00.000-04:002006-07-17T02:28:24.510-04:00The Gift The Blessing Blessed or giftedwith unexpected presents. Gifts from abovethat we hardly worked for,appearing suddenlyas if by magic. Not that we are or notworthy of these presents.Our use, misuse, or abusedetermine their own worth.Appreciation determineshow we valueThe Gift.All of a suddenyou have a weird,krazy day,a sudden turn bringsa trip into the nothingness,from which all that IS Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1153117265719389602006-07-17T02:08:00.000-04:002006-07-17T19:14:37.253-04:00Mennonites(or one of those gifts of life)FridayJune 2, 20065:00 pmRain,buckets of rain,floods of rain.Leaving work 9 to 5greeted by deluge,wait for an interludeget to the stationbefore you get drenched.Pass through toll,not though Go®nor collect $200oo,No. 1 train waiting on platformFranklin street stationin New York City.Minutes pass,train still on platform...Whazzup?Floods,problem for the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1148012957573183602006-05-19T00:25:00.000-04:002006-05-19T00:29:17.586-04:00T H E B O T T O M L I N EHere We AreWe are so advancedon our way to freedomas a speciesand as responsibleof our future.The time for the gameof Survival of the Fittestand strongestis long gone,no longer needed.Reason of Lifeis to be Lifenot Who Can Grab More,but Who Has Enough.No reason but theBOTTOM LINEpeople die of starvationof not having enough.People die for No Reasonbecause no doctorsare Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1148009838150897782006-05-18T23:33:00.000-04:002006-05-18T23:44:10.506-04:00The Differencebetween you and meis that you are youwhile I am me.Richer vs. poorereducated vs. un-better or worse?better than whatworse than who?More than nothingfor that is whatwe are,Nothing.And love and lifemay be other nothingsbut are what really count.(c) rob 2006Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1146802880767702842006-05-05T00:18:00.000-04:002006-05-05T00:21:20.780-04:00The Sad Fate of Ferriesold, rusting, crumblingthose which faithfullytook us from shore to shore.Now out of servicenow dying out.From a long-gone erathat valued morethe well crafted jobthan the $$bottom line$$.Replaced by newer,slicker, more problematic,less comfortable,more ... stylish,less of a personality,newer, sleekermore user friendly,more impersonal."All ashowah, all ashowah,all Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1145858996445482792006-04-24T01:58:00.000-04:002006-04-24T02:09:56.490-04:00Stage of lifeStage of LifeIn the great stage of Lifeyou'll get the best placebecause Youwill be there.Critical massof Naturemere extensionsarms and legs.We can fill and suppresswith rock and concretewherever we may happen to be,build houses galoremalls 'till the horizonsthey meet.Yet a few hours agowe pushed Nature asideand keep her at bayjust for awhile.And yeathe landscape we changeeven if for a short Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1145339664329352452006-04-18T01:34:00.000-04:002006-10-07T00:01:49.130-04:00I am with you I would laughIf I were with youWhen you read thisYears, eons hence.If I am with youWhen you read thisThat will be greatAnd if I’m not,It doesn’t matter,I am with you now. It doesn’t matterWhat happens from here on,I will be in these wordsWhen you read them or notAnd matter because I am in hereAs much as when these words left the hand that spoke them. I’ll exist when you come to wakeRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1142072671156261152006-03-11T03:47:00.000-05:002006-03-23T01:42:34.090-05:00Died for oilWARThere is no excuse Died for GodMARTYDOMThere is no excuseDied of hungerSTARVATIONThere is no excuseDied of the beatingsABUSEThere is no excuseBe it man, woman, child, old, black, white, brown, yellow, pink, purple, straight, crooked.Died of the violencePOLITICSThere is no excuse.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1141449463280974412006-03-04T00:11:00.000-05:002006-03-04T00:17:43.296-05:00CobblestonesCobblestonesOn the cobblestones of memory we leave our tracesin time never mind History.On the cobblestones of memory we leave our tracesin History never mind time.On the cobblestones of time we leave our tracesin memory never mind History.On the cobblestones of time we leave our tracesin History never mind time.On the cobblestones of History we leave our tracesin time never mind Memory.On the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1141104189053118942006-02-28T00:21:00.000-05:002006-02-28T00:23:09.053-05:00Who caresWho cares?El misteriode los sentidosmoving through tracksmoving throughtunnelof the seven truthslive be feel lovecry smileall togetherprairie of bridgesand all.bad companyleft its graffitin' allwhole roof of a warehousen' pyramids of Egyptn' thoughtsin n' secondswho cares?we live onuntil whenevertwo simplistic of a view?so what?That! That's whatnot exactly, but...who cares?it's what we Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1141103129021510322006-02-27T23:54:00.000-05:002006-02-28T00:05:29.036-05:00ConteplacionConteplacionde un atardecerviendo sol unicodesvaneciendodesvanecerray by rayour lives swirlinsideburning the retinathe green after-imagejust another picturenow orangenow redof sinking sundrinking NY harborlady Lib. on the look out!Battery Parkon our tailsseagull trailingin our wakeas a back-groundEllis Islandthe eclipseof a lifebetween meand the lightsun lightingliberty's torchthe wind in the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1138953895883674802006-02-03T02:54:00.000-05:002006-02-09T01:27:53.340-05:00El pasado es bonitoEl pasado es bonito(forrado de futuro)Hugo Plazasuuuufffffff,tiempos immemorablestiempos justos,compartidos,gozosos,gozados."A naidele gustaque lo jodan",y punto...punto?Sonrisas compartidas,sorpresas del cada dia.En memorias, paquetes del tiempo,habitamoshasta que puff*!Ya no estamosy los paquetes quedanindelebles del tiempo.Lo que existioen ese tiemponi el mas machopuede borrar.El pasado es Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1134026201242229732005-12-08T02:15:00.000-05:002006-02-09T01:48:25.270-05:00abueloDecember 8, 2005 three days from your birthdayin such a faraway land,so far away in time.I miss all of you,abueloso much that I could cry. Not here, not anymore,I don't want to believe it!I wouldn't want to.But it is so,and life goes on.Still I miss you so,that tonightyou share againa moment of your timeour timethis pause of spacethat is our existencewithin this realmabuelo, fuiste amigo,mentor, Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1133756354606312652005-12-04T23:06:00.000-05:002005-12-04T23:29:46.680-05:00Distancia How I'd love to beso close to those I loveand who by distanceI can't be sharingwhat I'd love to be sharingtonight.Como quisiera estar tan cerca de aquellos que amoy quienes por distanciano puedo compartirlo que quisiera compartiresta noche.Como quisieraque vivieramosmas cercapara que "nos vieramospor la tarde"fuera mas que un deciry menos que la distancianos separa.How I'd wish to liveso closetoRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1131610403379732732005-11-10T03:03:00.000-05:002005-11-10T03:13:23.393-05:00ReflectionsReflectionsWaiting for footstepsto announce the arrivalof another thought,another arriver.The world is a reflectionof itself,a reflectionof moon over waters,reflection of selveson other surfaces,self of other selves,myself,other selves.Waiting for the trainto arrive,waiting for ourown selvesto abide.But it’s hereand now,and waiting is action.We are so mucha part of each otheras we are a partof Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1130216651183038722005-10-25T01:04:00.000-04:002005-10-25T01:10:10.356-04:00 Child of the setting sun Child of the setting sun(c) Roberto IsazaOur Children, Our obsessionOur first child is bornit is then we start to understandthe meaning of fear.We fear for our present,of not being ableto be there for them,we fear for their future.Enjoying the few intervalsof plain delight,their very smile,their first steps,proto-wordsthat become an “I love you”mommy , daddy.We pain for theheartbreaksthey soon Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1128295659253579542005-10-02T19:24:00.000-04:002005-10-02T19:27:39.263-04:00New StageBeen afk for awhile. Right now I´m in South American Caribbean. BBLrobRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1126336627276735022005-09-10T03:13:00.000-04:002005-09-10T03:17:07.276-04:00 W T C MemorialTwinshiningtowersof light,shine forthlike phantomspiercingthe night.For thosewho are gone,for thosewho just might.For thingsundonejust rightout of sight.Two symbolsof all that’s gonewrong,the hate in theworldTrade Centerof hopes,of dreamsnow bygone.Hate begetshateuntil allis consumed.Don’t kidyourselfthat things willget betterbefore they getworse,they won’t.Fornow,Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1126336972885178602005-09-10T03:06:00.001-04:002005-09-10T03:22:52.886-04:00Grim Times, Courageous Times, Reflexive Times, Mourning Times,The New York TimesSeptember eleven,year 2001,New York City.World Trade Centeris no more.Worst terrorist attackof the new millennium.so far…Slaughter of thousandsof innocent victims.Guilty onlyof living and workingin New York.Ground Zerototal devastation!Tears for thosewhose lives were lost,and tears for thosewhose heart was Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1126336190931320192005-09-10T03:06:00.000-04:002005-09-10T03:09:50.936-04:00Mourning 911I heard the songof the jetas it soaredover New York harbortoward the buildingsand livesthat are thereno more.No morehate or loveno more sunsetsor risesno more for us.Politics aside,those who wentinside thereto rescue othersput their liveson the line,the line that wore throughfor many,others weren’tso lucky.The coreof existenceis not what we produce,it is whatwe invest our lives in.I Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1126335976419573352005-09-10T02:42:00.000-04:002005-11-20T00:37:53.633-05:00This was their willWorld Trade CenterNew York September 11, 2001 This was ours Afghanistan Iraq without taking sides,is any of this right? This was our will Slavery Racism This was theirsTianamen Square 5 20 1989 / 6 03 1989and theirsAushvitz and Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1125459358121045592005-08-30T23:35:00.000-04:002005-08-30T23:43:17.996-04:00(c) Roberto IsazaTransientWe are all transient beingson our way to the future.Journeying between two pointsof this material dimension.We are all made of stardustand the divine bondthat gave us this trip.No matter the circumstancesthat brought us here,nor the ones under which we depart,the only important footprintsare the ones we have made,are making, and will makein the snowwithout timejust Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1124691983960719272005-08-22T02:26:00.000-04:002005-08-22T02:29:36.506-04:00The Real HeroesHeroesthis is what heroesare made ofyou!You are what heroesare made ofyour strengthto follow throughwith your own sacrificeto accomplishwhat you set forthto attainreal heroes are made of loveand patienceunderstandingunwaveringunfalteringunshakableheroes are madeof honestyand perseveranceof a genuine urgeto help othersheroes are made of boneas fragile as the onesthey strive to Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1123560362485381492005-08-09T00:06:00.000-04:002005-08-09T00:17:58.970-04:00The Kingdom below(c) Roberto Isaza LoveMy Most Important ValueJournal Entry # 1September 26, 1999 This is an essay on my most important value. A value is generally seen as a guide to action, as something intrinsically valuable or desirable. We learn that values are generally classified as either Theoretical or Practical. A Practical value is one that concerns a person’s beliefs, ideas, orRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1123398582966780242005-08-07T03:09:00.000-04:002005-08-09T00:20:29.570-04:00 Willowbrook, what is left(c) Steven C. JohnsenI found this essay so compelling that I had to publish it "as is". I had been looking for web information on Willowbrook and came up emptyhanded. It is long, I know but what Steven has to say is totally relevant and showing of how authorities take it into their hands to make decisions about other people's lives. I think it is very revealing in tandemRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1123396752544193072005-08-07T02:39:00.000-04:002005-08-07T03:00:50.543-04:00 Nagasaki 1945(c) Roberto IsazaHiroshima sixty years have gone bya quarter million peoplejust gone in an instantdecisions of a few over oh so many.How to justify it,how to livewith the tragedyof it all?Why don’t other countrieslike us?Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1122007485603722002005-07-22T00:44:00.000-04:002005-07-22T00:53:04.673-04:00Out of the Darkness(c) Roberto IsazaThis piece was posted byRJ Rush in Dreamangels, a writers group that has become more like family to me...Date: Mon Jul 18, 2005 11:25 amSubject: The Depths Within the_master_jusSometimes when we do Poetry, do we ever think to read it as a whisper;try this one on as nothing more than just a Whisper, for it will talk to you that way at times.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1121924469433156312005-07-21T01:41:00.000-04:002005-07-21T01:57:21.950-04:00 Liberty Through a Child's Eyes(c) Roberto IsazaPlato’s Republic, Socrates’ City.by Roberto Isaza September 16, 1999Professor Emory CraigIn Plato’s “Republic”, we are told of Socrates arguing about the goodness of Justice and the importance of well-being and happiness. He also clearly demonstrates how the accumulation of wealth serves no one, not even he who accumulates it.As part of his Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1121751835204344402005-07-19T01:43:00.000-04:002005-07-19T01:47:50.276-04:00 Another place another time(c) Roberto Isaza Drinking With a FriendWe are uniquely differentas much as we are the same,same miracle of lifebrought us to this town.Different circumstancesand happeningsalong our way.Our paths are so differentyet they brought us heretogetherfor some obscure reasonwe may never fathom.Enjoy my presenceas much as I enjoy yours.Share what you can,take what you Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1121750477358072882005-07-19T01:19:00.000-04:002005-07-19T01:21:17.360-04:00Thanks HenryRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120793811216929622005-07-07T23:36:00.000-04:002005-07-07T23:38:48.683-04:00My home(c) Roberto IsazaI can almost feelthe grains of sandrub against, betweenmy toes.I can almost smellthe brackish tangof Caribbeanwaft in the breeze.I could almost abandon myselfin the enveloping, liquid embraceof the warm sea.I would have neverwanted to leave,I knew I’d found my placeamong existencewhere I could belong.Where I could be onewith the ocean,where I could communewith the breeze,Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120713778458984702005-07-07T01:22:00.000-04:002005-07-07T01:33:12.186-04:00
Captured by all around
(c) Roberto Isaza
A huge thank you to Pamelj,
who coached this out of me.
Captured by the Song
(Forever and a Day)
The soft whisper
of the Caribbean in your ear
waves gently playing
a warm symphony
as they caressingly
brush your feet.
The whispering swooshhh
of water
curiously probing
every single seashell,
pebble, and toe,
reverberates in your ears.
As gentle the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120713233495054512005-07-07T01:13:00.000-04:002005-07-07T01:19:30.216-04:00 Rocky Cay(c) Roberto IsazaRocky CayMajor theftNestled in the gentleCaribbean waves1/3 of a mileaway from the beachlies Rocky Cay.A fifteen square footpiece of coral reefsurrounded byshallow, warm waterwaiting for you.You start your trekwith little trepidation,will it get too deep?Sea urchins, crabs,strong currents?But Rocky Cay callswith a warm breezedvoice,its breatha mild brackish smellof Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120405028128300062005-07-03T11:37:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:37:08.133-04:00A litle blurry family thing.(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120404816130953622005-07-03T11:33:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:33:36.133-04:00Shadows of the day(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120404676698714492005-07-03T11:31:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:31:16.700-04:00Weird sky(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120404228775120332005-07-03T11:23:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:28:09.083-04:00Golgotha(c) Roberto Isaza Today (sat, july 2) I was stopped by a team of undercover cops ... I was taking pics of pigeon nests, shadows, and light posts at the New Dorp train station in Staten Is. Of course the terrorism thing (after 911 anything/everything goes as a reason to stop and harass you). They asked me what I was taking pics of, and I said, of course, shadows, light posts and pigeons ..Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120403374952190872005-07-03T11:09:00.000-04:002005-07-05T01:14:45.503-04:00Ana Ruiz Castillo(c) Roberto IsazaAna's exceptional art gives volume to the intangible. This piece is part of an exhibit in Queen's Town Hall. I called it Ana conda, you might diasagree.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1120019819410761442005-06-29T00:36:00.000-04:002005-06-29T00:48:03.746-04:00 A Jewel for my Love(c) Roberto IsazaThis Could Be GodThis random electricitycoursing through my braincreating thoughtsand livesand moments to be lived.What should it be called?Random spurtsof creative, creationalserendipity?...or direct purposeof something morethan a dream,illusion.We communicatewith something much morethan a languageor shared dreams.We share always forwardsharing the pastand Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119850191219788832005-06-27T01:29:00.000-04:002005-06-27T01:29:51.223-04:00What's left of our picnic lunches(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119850053069980142005-06-27T01:27:00.000-04:002005-06-27T01:32:17.070-04:00Reflections...it takes one to know one(c) Roberto IsazaThe Passion of an ImageThe passion of an imagethat life burned into your mindwith the longingof keeping it forever,of sharing itwith the worldas the only formof retribution.It is not the hopeof fame or name,but the sheer ecstasyof touching otherswith thatwhich has touched you,with creating an experienceof your experience.The warmth of the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119507125354053262005-06-23T02:12:00.000-04:002005-06-23T02:33:05.286-04:00Welcome all who browse through my files.This is the nth time I pile thoughtsin a placethat at any moment will disappear.It can stay in your mindsif any of these thoughtsstruck you as coherent,making sense,give you a laugh,a rush, arousal,hunger ...Or whatever.I tend to go ondifferent pathsso my blogsare varied in theme.Anyway, you know,I do this for meas much as for you.Have fun, come often,drop Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119334231348846172005-06-21T02:10:00.000-04:002005-06-21T02:10:31.350-04:00Frm top counter-clockwise, Jordan and Gabriel (sons) Maria Paula (sis's niece). Kelly (older sis) and me at NY Aquarium, under the waterfall. Great father's day.(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119333886384566052005-06-21T02:04:00.000-04:002005-06-21T02:04:46.416-04:00Profile of a wonder(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119256561651957962005-06-20T04:36:00.000-04:002005-06-20T04:41:09.403-04:00The best of the best to you...(c) Roberto IsazaHappy Father’s DayThank you, dadfor bringing me hereto experience,to live, to love.So much is your loveso much is mine,so grateful for allyou’ve given me,so wantfulfor all you didn’t.May this day be yoursforever,may it tenfold reflectyour effort invested.It’s so muchthat we love you,so much you loved,that missing youis all the deeperthe wound always Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1119158232123943842005-06-19T01:17:00.000-04:002005-06-19T01:29:56.333-04:00I Don’t Want To LeaveSunset of an era(c) Roberto Isaza I Don’t Want To LeaveLook at this sunsetit is only for you.Look at the splattersof raindropson the sills of heaven,on sills from the heavens.Look very carefullymay be the last thingyou see.No guaranteeto live ‘ till tomorrow,only an ever-present now.Look very closelyat all {that} you see,watch the cluesof creation.Filling us nowalways at nowas fragile as Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118725976427341422005-06-14T01:12:00.000-04:002005-06-14T01:21:22.390-04:00Pit stopLife Is For EveryoneL I F EGrab what you canwith your mouthand your handsseize with your eyeswhat you canand cannot touchhog what you maywith your mindand your brain.Embrace all the restwith your heartand your soul.(c)Roberto Isaza 1999 the dreamof this lifethat we have lettake overthis stageof evolutioncannotshould notbe a nightmarelife is no trapratherliberation,it must not beany other Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118724715428491522005-06-14T00:51:00.000-04:002005-06-14T01:18:54.563-04:00One Liberty for everyone. Grant of freedom from oppression, speculation, repression, racism, machism, feminism, exorcism, persecution, encarceration, high taxes, low morals, corrupt leaders, sheepish followers.Amen(c) Roberto IsazaRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118723705771754872005-06-14T00:35:00.000-04:002005-06-14T00:45:14.790-04:00Reflections on the Staten Island Ferry, New York(c) Roberto Isaza I see youeven when you don't seemto see mewhile travelingwith your life.I am reflectedlike you arein the clear mirrorthat is God's mind,we may ignore itor not.Maybe we'll meetmaybe we won'tonly Life knows,but you already got here,so speak to melet me knowhow you arewhere you go.YES!!Thank you, thank you,Elvira for giving me Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118723017841061372005-06-14T00:01:00.000-04:002005-06-14T00:23:37.843-04:00Only through timeIt is surely oddthat a personhas to reacha certain ageto understandthat those thingsthey strove for the mostwere the least important.We arrive with nothingbut a vesselto traverse the space of lifeand we leave it with about the same.Nothing left to history,no history left to humanity,no humanity left on a planet,that also must continue its course.We are here for just a brief Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118636414755861892005-06-13T00:04:00.000-04:002005-06-13T00:20:14.766-04:00TransientTransientWe are all transient beings on our way to the future. Journeying between two pointsof this material dimension.We are all made of stardustand the divine bondthat gave us this trip.No matter the circumstancesthat brought us here,nor the ones under which we depart,the only important footprintsare the ones we have made,are making, and will makein the snowwithout timejust before we leave.© Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118562796440332902005-06-12T03:29:00.000-04:002005-06-12T03:53:16.443-04:00Laughing with GodLove is that strange creaturestalking us in the night, attacking by surprise.Like a virus it comes many timeswithout us knowing that we have already succumbedto its clutches.Even ifwe don't know why,there is a reasonfor meeting who we meet.In the endall becomes revealed, meantime,we have to act a lot in faith.The world is magic, and thereforethe whole of existence.Life is the Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118464417480940352005-06-11T00:30:00.000-04:002005-06-11T00:33:37.483-04:00We areWe are We are constantly validatingcreation in every stepwe interact with the worldand its circundating existence.We validate each otherwith the knowingof our being,our crossing paths,the acceptanceof our livinghow unavoidableis our demise.We are thoughtof the purest kind,fruit of theeternal mind.We are the soundof forever snow,we are lightfrom the primeval time,we are, then we aren’Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118376314780974132005-06-10T00:03:00.000-04:002011-11-10T00:22:01.960-05:00Just Say Something
Just Say Something
If you let me off
I’ll let you on.
The next ride (ferry)
is the one
that’s gonna take me home,
the next train
is mine !
Whenever
it comes along.
No rushing to catch
no running to get,
the next ride is mine
lest I forget.
I write it down
on this flimsy piece
of cyber-time.
Or on a piece
of paper
time within
time
worlds with
worlds
standin’ within
spaces
of the different
Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1118130466646399372005-06-07T03:30:00.000-04:002011-11-08T13:05:24.139-05:00Sims in writers group
Of
a SIMS in a writers group, in it all of the members of the group
finally meet in a meadow, this is my part which I can share with you.
Ok,
as I said, this is my little trip that now is yours also, btw, I have
enjoyed this trip we are sharing, maybe I haven’t said much to
praise or comment, but I have you very present in my thoughts, thank
you kindly, so here’s sim # n...
...suddenly,
Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1117862463801097832005-06-04T01:13:00.000-04:002005-06-04T01:22:22.716-04:00Disconnection This connectionthat I have throughthis magic cyber-spacehas transcended beyondthe point of mere diversion,and of investigation.To become a mediumof creation, a white pagein your virtual typewriter,a needto be connectedwith friends and family.I stopped using Amonline,Msgivings,and went overto free internetfrom BlueKy-mart,and Netzorro,with tons of adds insteadof space to create.Then came Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1117347687773636272005-05-28T05:21:00.000-04:002005-05-29T03:50:57.300-04:00ForeverInspiration. I can’t tell you how much it inspires meto know someone, a friend like you.This following was inspiredby my interactionwith a group of writerswho became instantlymy family.Darlene, angel of mercy,mommy who through cyber-linkswith God brought us togetheras a family,wherever and whenever may God Bless you,in my mind, heart and soul.Mike, firm supporter of life,Uncle Culann of Celtic Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183697.post-1117087066177118162005-05-26T01:51:00.000-04:002005-05-26T01:57:46.196-04:00It’s all about people.It’s all about people. The bottom line is worth mentioning. People, individuals who share this our reality, the real bottom line. I share your commute, your rides, your roads, your steps, your goals. And yet after 10 years we know not more of each other than what we did when we met. If I had started talking to you when we met, it would have sounded like a pick-up line. You’d’ve lookedRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00302306161756866587noreply@blogger.com2