A Map Of Discretion As You Consider Being Discreet

Watch what changes your every thing!

The slightness of a nuance; A slight of hand.

It can stretch out the longevity of what seems endless,

but will have a reasonable means to do so.

To turn from what stares at you

cannot often be seen by the layman: 

But, felt by the sensitive, always.

Haunted by wrongs,

can be what confirms your rights.

Eventual evaluation of what is not said, but, can be heard,

carries a heavier term than that which a dying man utters in the moments before he passes through.

Ignoring the crimes of Humanity,

is not a criminal act.

It is an immeasurable account of what is not considered, 

but seemingly condoned by society.

Put effort into the balance of the health of Mankind,

ignore not the selfishness which shows no action.

Take note that it subtracts from the energy of thought,

and crushes the innocence of any idea's that are not their own.

Clear out the web of your chosen distraction from such things.

Better to stand alone!

To be bold!

Grow your Independence, enhance yourself as an individual.

This would be better than to fold and fall into the populous that such diabolic behavior demands.

Recklessness, Cowardness and Destruction of any and all

at the cost of life itself, is what such negativity will call.

Be what is different and you will prove to be

what most are naturally;

Unique!!

An original idea will come from only one thing.

The growth and acceptance of you.

Tomorrow is a new day and each moment in-between

is an opportunity for you to be anything you wish to be.

"Who are you meant to be?"

I believe you are meant to be, "YOU."

Just as you are.

With all that comes with you.

Good or Bad, it is for you to learn from.

With discretion as a "Rule of Thumb,"

and at a pace you set for yourself to resolve yourself.

You will discover and accomplish the purpose for which,

you were so thoughtfully made for when you first arrived.

All so that you may satisfy that inner desire,

that we seek out to know our worth.

It is in your imperfections,

that you will find your perfections.

Priceless and without measure,

and learn that it is the impossible that is the possible just waiting to happen.

For anyone.

Rest your mind upon knowing that the achievement of perfection,

is merely a state to understand how much more we need to learn.

To progress in our own lives,

or to consider the progression in another,

is simply to discover that which is staring you in the face.

Yourself

A true and faithful account of possibility,

not probability.

Look What I Found From My Vaults! Unpacking from Six Years Without A Place To Call Home....

My Thoughts

"When I was a kid, I just rode away on Freckles, my P.O.A.!!"

By Karen A. Placek

January 7th, 1999

Pain is a very real emotion. Laughter, tears and nothingness seem to carry the same definition.  My life has been a series of mistakes. Some people would call these learning experiences.   Others would say it was fate.  No matter how you explain away your time spent, the one who is left with all the emotion is yourself.

All I wanted for myself was to have a person care about me, as much as I cared about them.  I was under the impression that if you were strong, self-motivated and  truthful human being, you would attract the same.   I thought you then put complete trust and faith in that person.

In hind sight, I believe the process of trusting someone, the first glance, first date, first intimate moment, is as painful as the ending of a relationship.  The uncertainty, the fact you probably are terrified about each moment that passes.  When you think about first meeting your significant other, you think back to all the waiting.  Waiting for the phone calls, the letter's, the date's and simply waiting for the next unexpected moment to arrive.

Now, at the end, you are in the same waiting game.  Only this time, you wait for a solution.  A pain-killer of sorts. In my case, I have a pain in my guts which is not easily described.  I wait for the phone call, yet, when it arrives it carries all the disappointment of a lifetime.

In my mind, I think that talking will help, but, speaking to a person with no conviction of conscience, is like speaking to a person who would cut off his nose to spite his own face.  By responding in an insane manner, you are grasping onto the hope of the sanity found in the eve of the storm.  The only problem is you are still  in the storm and no matter which way you turn, it is disaster hitting you head on.

The question is; "What do you do with an end?"  Painful, rotten, no resolve!  My mind is in a constant swirl of pain.  It has been so easily said, "Time will heal."  All of us know this wonderful phrase, I say this with more than hatred, I say it with the rage I feel when I hear it said.  Time does not even quell the pain.  It does not disburse the lack of needing resolve, solutions and/or reason.

Church, Counselors, Shrinks?  Which of these will help?  Maybe for you, one of these things, will offer you what is needed and is most certainly worth your effort, I believe.  Sadly, for a select few of us, we cannot find refuge in an office or a chapel.  Some have to look deeper into themselves and grasp the pain in a metaphysical form.  We have to rip it out and not only kill it, but, with ceremoniousness effort try to dispose of it.

Even then, you have this gaping wound, hole or enormous void, that is seeping pain into your otherwise healthy self.  In this instance, we need to be the physician, nurse, priest, shrink, spiritual guide and the like.  Somehow, someway we have to heal.

I believe that power lies within our very selves to do such a feat.  In our own minds and hearts, the power of "Self" must overcome the destruction that another person, being or human has brought upon you.  Now, lets figure out how to do it.

I write this not for your health, but, I write it for my own.  You should read what I have written, not to feel my pain, but, to heal your own.  I know, I believe, I have the confidence to say, we will find that much needed common ground to stand upon.

That is what we shall strive for together, as a team, as human beings.  For humanity itself is failing.  It is in need of a progressive way to handle what seems to be coming down the pike so quickly, our end. It seems to be all due to the lack of concern for one another and state of being that so many people are currently in, cruelty has bound the innocent and negativity has ignited fear amongst so many people all over the World.

It is the fright of the unknown becoming known that has societies running scared, and, in so many different directions.  It is horrifying and shocking simultaneously.  I believe that this is the recipe for nothing more than the act of war and/or terrorism.  It will prove to be the outlet for such ill-regard.  All towards the inaction of how many human beings that are suffering the pain and agony of having no answer or resolution that can be found or even readily sought out.

I believe in me, I believe in you, or, at least I try, but, I believe that the loss of my best friend to suicide was a beginning to an end, which I am sure, will only prove to be an end that proves to be my beginning.

Dangerously Close To The Truth! And It Is Not Uncouth

To speak of what you know,

the casual will show,

a gentle wave good night,

to wake up what is right.

A play for those in places,

of cities and the like,

will only ration likelihood,

of ventures in the night.

A treasure that's not hidden,

in plain site for all to see.

Will cause the point that's driven,

for just the you in me.

Perplexed? It could be our ringer,

 the phone is always near.

To call the sexual stinger,

that delivers more than lear .

For in the moment of the thought,

I must not find you running.

Simply 'cause you say a lot,

can be your loss, "Oh dear!"

I wonder in the future,

if time will tell the truth.

Do Men of desire come wanting,

to watch or see the Due?

Some of us are viewers:

Voyeur's in disguise.

Some  will speak in words,

that make Men never lie.

Receive the education,

A diploma!  It does work!

A Decree of what's not writ,

can often lead to what is lit.

An appetite is filling,

with dungeons and the lairs.

Do you have what's telling,

to bank us 'round in there?

It does not matter what it costs,

for luxury is best.

When beauty of the mind,

expenses what is fine.

 Interest is not lacking,

for I will always stay.

It is the curiosity,

that fills my everyday. 

"With mischief! Did I say?"

To keep our selves free from sin,

to never argue from within.

Our deepest, darkest wish to be,

is with ourselves again.

So, on I march and think of tarts,

to see myself once more.

I only know what you will show,

an interest in what's been.

To a star,

as you should be,

a heavy drink won't do.

It only takes more life from you.

I only know that which I read,
and reading, I don't do,

'cause it's all so blue.

Tonight I feel like it's surreal,

to imagine a note in tune.

For sexual pleasure comes with measure,

should I wait for you?

The answer will evolve,

at the rate the questions asked.

For just like what is so simple,

it is the complex inside of us,
that I seem to trust.

It stops you from and makes the stakes,

that need to be driven in.
Not with force,
but with the grace of knowing where you've been.

The time is now, the War is here,

and nobody seems to tear.


It seems that when you do come in from Over Sea's
where you've been, that no one cares for thee.

So, if you know what to do,

then bless your needs with this.

You're not broken, you need an ear,

and blessed I am with Nature's hand, her plan for me to be.

To listen to all your own and personal feelings of,

 "God Damn!"


I didn't know about the show.
  Look at what happened to me.


I went to War and then came home
to find I'm wanted no more.


My mind, my thoughts,
they are so sore,
it's time to shut the door.

For even Death knows of this Lore,
a tale that has been told before.

STOP P.T.S.D. BEFORE IT STOPS YOU!!

My Theory

POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER CAN BE PREVENTED IF:

IF YOU CAN TELL YOUR STORY.  

WITH THE TRUTH AND HONESTY THAT YOU FEEL, NOT ANY ONE TELLING YOU WHAT TO FEEL OR DO,

 AND, AT THE SAME TIME, RELATE IN DETAIL THE REALITIES OF WHAT YOU ENDURED.

I BELIEVE YOU MUST GO THROUGH THIS EXPERIENCE, AGAIN (sadly).

BY TELLING YOUR STORY OUT-LOUD, TO WHOM WILL UNDERSTAND, 

THEN EXPRESSING THE REALITY OF THE MOMENT YOU SUFFERED BECOMES REAL, NOT SURREAL.  

BY DOING THIS, YOU WOULD FIND THAT IT ADD'S THE CREDENCE OF PURPOSE TO YOUR LIFE

THAT I BELIEVE MIGHT BE MISSING. 

IS IMPORTANT TO COMMUNICATE WITH PRECISION,

 NO MATTER THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THE ACTUAL OCCURRENCE.

IT IS IN THIS THOUGHT OR ACTION THAT YOU WILL FIND MY TRUTH IS ACCURATE.

 DO THIS TO A PERSON WHO WILL LISTEN AND NOT JUDGE YOU,

IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FASHION. 

OR, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.

SUGGEST TO YOU ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT THEY SHOULD,

SHOCK & HORROR IN EXPRESSION,

NOT, TELL YOU TO, 

"GET OVER IT" 

&

 "NEVER SPEAK ON THOSE ACCOUNTS AGAIN, THEY'RE OVER."

WITH SADNESS AND DESPAIR,

I SAY, AT LEAST FOR MYSELF,

THEY ARE NEVER OVER, UNTIL NEVER.

I WOULD LISTEN,

I HAVE SUFFERED SEVERE P.T.S.D. SINCE CHILDHOOD.

I KNOW, I UNDERSTAND, MY HEAD HURTS TOO.

JUST BECAUSE PEOPLE CANNOT SEE THE INSIDE OF YOU,

DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU ARE NOT ALL TORN UP, SHOT-DOWN OR IN A PERMANENT HELL

CALLED, "PAIN & AGONY."

The Steadfast Foundation

(It's me.)