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created on 10/21/2006  |  http://fubar.com/exhumed-by-scrying-eyes/b16416  |  3 followers

For those on here that know me, even a little, knows that I am a very charitable person. I volunteer often, I work for free to help out others, I do walks to feed the poor, and am in the process of starting a non profit organization to help the homeless and abused children, but that's a separate entry.

I'm writing today in hopes to spread the word about a local story.

A mother and daughter who have struggled mightily over the past 20 years or so, find themselves facing homelessness just 3 months after the mother had a major stroke and in the midst of the daughters fight against (multiple) forms of cancer.

Here's a link to their story:


PLEASE CLICK HERE - READ THE STORY AND DONATE IF YOU CAN. IF YOU CAN'T, THEN PLEASE SHARE THE PAGE WITH OTHERS.



All I'm asking is that whether you can contribute financially or not... that you help me spread the word. Blog it, send their story onwards to your family and friends, online and off... the more eyes that view their story, the better the odds of donations. I'm doing my part. We can't all help out financially, I understand that, but we can all help spread the word.

Stories like this break my heart, no one should have to suffer like this, life is too short.

So I humbly ask that you do as I do and share the link, talk about it with others and help me make a difference for two people more than deserving of a little charity.

Thank you and G-D Bless!

Food For the Poor!

It's that time of year when my brother Captains a team for a 5k walk or run to support Food for the poor!  I'll of course be participating again as well!  The event is going to be on Saturday November 17th! 

96% of all money raised goes directly to the families!  They are so efficient that $36 feeds a child for an entire year!

We need people to volunteer/participate in the event.  So please if possible, arrange your schedules so you can be bright eyed and bushy tailed to walk (like me) or run if you so desire on November 17th. Registration is easy and only $20 (includes T-shirt and snacks!).  Link below.

Additionally, we need people whom can not join us to sponsor the team.  It is an incredible cause and although some may not be able to do either, for those who can, any donation is useful and families will benefit from your generosity either way.

You may donate or join our team by the following link: 

http://support.foodforthepoor.org/site/TR/Events/5KWalkRun?px=2143488&pg=personal&fr_id=2310

We had a ton of fun at the event last year and we have lofty goals for this year.  Please support us in anyway you can. Anybody can join including: friends, family and children!  We are hopeful many of you will be able to encourage people to support our team and community for those in need (and sadly there are many) If you're local, walk/run with us!  :)

It's been a harrowing life, and a particularly harrowing week.

Introducing:  Inspector Noodles

Inspector Noodles

One of my two adopted pugs; He just turned 6 years old.
 
Last week he had trouble peeing. He was eating and drinking normally, but for whatever reason he just couldn’t go. At night it was a little hard to tell if he went or not because of rain or dew on the grass, but the following day (Wednesday) he was noticeably bloated. That night we took him to the emergency room at the animal hospital nearby.
 
They couldn’t do all the tests they wanted to do because you need to pay out of pocket for these things, and I only had so much. My whole family is living paycheck to paycheck and with a close member of the family suffering with a life threatening illness over the past year, we are very financially strapped.
 
That being said, I used my own money that I had set aside for my own health (needed medications) to pay for Noodles tests, as much as I could anyhow, I emptied my bank acct.
 
The vet said that he had a bladder stone (or several) and that he needed emergency surgery that cost $3,000. {Insert crying family here}. The vet first said that she would attempt to administer a catheter. That might buy us some time if she can empty his bladder, but she wasn’t able to get much out because poor Noodles was too restless. Things were very grim. {insert more crying}. She then said that she would give him a strong sedative and try again while he was relaxed… 1 hour… 2 hours… 3 hours… (Finally she said that she was able to drain him completely, emptying 600ml of urine! However, she said that the stone was blocking the path and she was unable to push the stone back into his bladder (which may have given us a week or so. In his state, she said he had less than 24 hours).
 
The vet even went as far as to say that they might have to euthanize him… a barely 6 year old pug that still thinks he's a puppy!
Loving the sour cream
That night, Noodles was too out of it to be walked, plus he was empty anyhow. The following morning, he was playful and wanted attention like he usually does, but he didn’t pee… I walked him twice in the afternoon (after he’d had a little water and food) and he tried to go, but nothing came out. Throughout the day I had contacted many organizations (Pug rescues etc…) to try and find some people that might donate to help save his life, and amazingly… News spread far and wide and people started calling from all over the country wanting to help, asking us our paypal acct info or if we had set up a chip in acct etc… even news channel 10 stepped in.
 
One of the people we spoke with is a former veterinarian and owner of a holistic pet food store close by. He told us to switch his food to raw food. (Raw meat and veggies etc…) processed of course but with no added preservatives or garbage that they put in dog food.   We figured, what can it hurt? And bought him 2 weeks’ worth and started him on it immediately.
 
Unfortunately, he didn’t pee that night, nor did he the next day… That night… we were on our way to take him back to the ER to have the surgery, on the way to the car, Miraculously… he peed… and again, and again… he completely emptied himself, never crying, no whimpering… and he was so pleased, you could tell.
Inspector Noodles
This bought us another day.
 
He did pee the following morning, but were going to take him to a different vet that was contacted by the pug rescue to help us.
 
He scoffed at the report from the other animal hospital, shocked that they wanted to euthanize him instead of help him.
 
Personally I see life as invaluable; it’s nauseating to hear someone else say to you that your dog’s life is worth $3,000. Are you a vet because you love animals or for the paycheck?
 
An x-ray was taken which showed no bladder stones, no blockage or any problem in the bladder at all. Did he pass the stone? No one knows. He never cried or whimpered. Was it the food? Could it be that effective, that quickly? Even the gentleman who sold it to us said that it would take some time and that Inspector Noodles would likely need another catheter or two. (Thinking that the raw food diet would break up the stone(s) regardless of their chemical makeup). This current vet even told us that he thinks the former vet may not have known how to properly administer a catheter, and that maybe that was why she struggled to get it through.  That's disturbing in itself.

Two very conflicting reports certainly doesn't ease up on our stress.
 
A defined anomaly did however show up on the x ray, but it was by the ureter.   There was also blood in his urine, but the cause is still unknown. Whatever happens, whatever the problem is… hopefully we’ll have enough through charitable donations to pay for whatever he needs. The raw food diet is an additional $60 / month expense but it’s so much healthier for him and after being educated on what the true meaning of the ingredients are on dog food labels… that’s one thing we are definitely going to stick with. Dogs used to live much longer when they were fed a raw food diet, the average dog lifespan is about 10 years shorter now than before the cereal companies invented kibble.

UPDATE:  The vet, Dr. Zwilling just called me.  He found crystals in his urine, but no stones (not yet anyhow) however we need to take him back there to have an ultrasound done to determine what the spot on the x-ray is.  This may be on Saturday, just fyi.  Thank you to those offering their help and support.  I'm a giver by nature, my whole family is that way, so it's not easy for me to receive anything, but knowing that Inspector Noodles will have a fighting chance means more to me (to us) than you'll ever know.
 
It’s been a very difficult and emotional week, not just for us, but for his older brother of one year as well.  "Sir Puddlesworth" knows that something is wrong and refuses to leave Noodles side when he's home.
Inspector Noodles and Sir Puddlesworth
 I’ve had dogs and cats (other pets) my whole life, but I’ve never had a dog as lovable, well mannered, patient and deserving as my little Inspector Noodles.
Fantasy Fest
Noodles is a Stevie Wonder fan
Halloween last year
He always greets you at the door with a toy in his mouth.
Inspector Noodles looking past his big brother Sir Puddlesworth.
Please say a prayer for my little guy, my pugs are the best parts of me.

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My reflection is a windswept wash of gray hues With all light emanating from the ground, imbued in reddish browns. My eyes water on days like this; I'm glad it's raining I coalesce well within penumbras since I live in pockets of open space My voice, a whisper... my moves subtle; when I shift, I do it slow like a flesh covered tectonic plate. The only radiating sound is the whimper my heart makes But that merely attracts a mosquito or three I bleed for them, and they steal from me. It's the story of all my relationships passed. Everything is hardened and dour; It’s that time of year; When the outside temperatures match the cold I feel inside Warmth cannot exist in such a necropolis Every few months, a new scar… somewhere… a condemned heart; Its gaping wounds never mending. I’ve washed several times, but cannot rid the blood from my hair and hands; These pants… I should have worn black. My mind is befogged, riddled with nightmares and despair. Cello’s war, with violins to score the cessation of sensation As my emaciated hands have a grip on nothing but my own throat. So I trudge through sublunary twilight; While Rod Serling looks upon this noir with a tight-lipped grin. Never before seen on a monochromatic screen The true demise and bloodletting accompanied by gur..g.l.ed… s.cr.ea.ms A fingertip graces the red-stained silk lining of heaven Before I’m dragged away kicking and screaming Unknowingly signing convention With the blood that I have callously ejected The Devil, now… will torture & rape me of sin Because even in death… I simply can’t win. By: Jaye Eryk Copyright ©2008

Behind The Shadows

Icy winds frost the lining of my lungs sending chills throughout my spine. My hands tremble, and fingers ache with arthritic pain; numb everywhere I'm not in malaise. Shapes maneuver in translucence defined in eerie hues. Watching... or stalking more like, as I brave the world under the guise of night. A graveyard of decay gives birth to winter. It's flesh, under foot and in crowded gutters; while what's living coughs up its crystals and slaves over its refuse. What an undeniably unbalanced exchange! Scars mark my body like dotted lines on a treasure map. They cross my heart as I hope to find that elusive jewel never before seen in light. If love were a rope, it'd be 100 years old and tied around my throat asphyxiating what little air I can extract from the cold. I am alone, and all hope lies in two disfigured claws half frozen into fists. So I go home and bathe in bloodied soil Fading all that makes me flesh and pale (Longing to wake... when day... is always) Armed with the ability to view the night From home; safe against the lashings of This annual pharaoh, who lives... Behind the shadows. By: Jaye Eryk Copyright ©2008

Suspended in Dusk

Slumbering, like being suspended in dusk You dream in sensuality Awake to senses, despite Your unknowing behavior. My gruesome delight! I can see you inside & taste of your lust Come to me now, you simply must. Tonight we dine, among necro-life Drink of me, receive, and be mine Ignore the symphonies of your company For they can not please you, such... bourgeoisie. Fondled in white, blowing so light My heart, cold as blackest night Flutters near her beauty in sight We ache eternal for thee and beating life. Alas, she comes succumbed by me Her warmth approaching, but can we be? I’ve longed for this, since life dismissed Waiting through ages, for our first kiss Leaning in to caress your flesh A fingernail upon sullen cheek Sunken in seconds, the skin recedes Unbearable to think I bring her disease I fall to my knees, and while at her feet A promise my release. Incapable, incurable My selfishness I kill Not you, my love That wish of mine I can’t fulfill. And I won’t make you trek so lightly dressed The miles from which you just transgressed So in my arms you go, breast to breast I cock my head to the curvature of your neck I desire - (your everything) but more importantly For you to escape all suffering I could’ve taken it from you (Forever and a day) But the pang I would’ve caused others by taking you away Is one of many reasons I can’t let you stay. Love for me is buried deep With lascivious nightmares In cavernous keep. As I keep you.. my would be lover locked within immortal vacuity Your fallen angel watching, protecting... ... thee Forever and ever. . Slumber... like being suspended in dusk And live on, unaware my mistress vamp For everywhere you go, I’ll be in tow And in every shadow we’ll hold hands. . . . . . . Chivalry... is dead, after all. By: Jaye Eryk Copyright ©2007
A rose without thorns… Blinded…your body – my Braille . A letter with no stamp… Deaf…your words – my Novocain . A promise taken back… Obtuse …I am – for opening Pandora ’s Pithos . The Spear of Destiny Is a fallacy of the heart As told by a love’s secret deceit. . The heart… Is my cup of kings With a thorn-splintered rim The deceit Is our lives intertwined Because of your lies on vellum . And your “Goodbye” is a ploy With a two-way hinge. By: Jay Bird Copyright ©2007

Douse the Luminosity

There are leaves playing with debris out in the streets (and it’s home to me). Tears fill my head to the point of sea sickness, causing me to stagger along; like a drunken pirate. I’m on a road to ruin where life slows to a crawl. Figuratively on my hands and knees, filthy & begrimed most of the time, and I must lie down. Oh please let me rest; I beg for the ground to bare my hindrances, and help me quicken my pace toward extinction. There are no crossroads, no signs, and no sunlight, just the midnight blue and a few stars which accompany the moon. Slovenly I meander through the thickening shadows gaining strength until they are shoulder to shoulder. Insects crawl upon my flesh, looking to burrow themselves a new home. I smack my neck upon their touch, but to the flies, I am only muck. I’m too exhausted to fight this war and swathe a path through the swarm. Let them fly, let ‘em creep and crawl and multiply...at least my body will not completely go to waste. Everything I touch is covered in winter’s gown. I’m so out of breath, when I collapse there is no sound. Face down, my mouth to the ground, I inhale deep. This is it, finally...the punctuation to my life. …and it’s disappointing at best. . I look though watery eyes…at hands blistered, bleeding and sore, raw from clawing the earthen floor. Fingernails bending back from rocks and roots in their path. I am numb to the severity of abuse I put myself through. A grave so shallow, birds will perch upon my wings; their new home on rigor mortised limbs. My eyes close to the sound of buzzards crooning over dinner, like silverware scraping across a plate; and I’ve just one fear left... That death just ended, and the rotting, and chewing, and burrowing of my flesh will be felt by the deadened heart within my chest. S.C.R.E.A.M..I..N.G in cadaverous spasms... ...my life is unchanged. By: Jay Bird Copyright ©2007

The Seer of the Passed

A game they say You play…on a dark and stormy night. But the rain can’t keep away The dead…who are looking for the light. It was a night such as this many years ago. I brought my Ouija board to a cabin in Cape Cod. My best friend and I willing to give it a try; I knew it wasn’t a game; this metaphysical tool, so I came prepared, and read from a book… We closed our eyes And let go of all negativity. We laxed our minds So they may communicate with me We opened the board, and rested our fingers gingerly atop the planchette. I studied his fingers, making sure he was not in control. He studied mine as well, and then movement! We laughed thinking of movies past and how stupid we felt. Lightning danced outside the glass And we jumped when something fell To the window to see what had smashed. Just a branch, not the opening of Hell. Alas we returned to the table and the planchette on the board. Was this mere coincidence, or was there a driving force? I look at my friend…more serious than before, once again we rested our fingers, hoping this doesn’t end in a room full of gore. We asked for a name G – O – B – E – Z Is what he gave. So we paused and we thought “You ask the question” I said. Of the answer I’ll know not. My friend asked GOBEZ, the spirit in tow…”When is my sister’s birthday?” The answer, I did not know. To the numbers the planchette went…9…1…7…7…8. “Is that it?” I hushed to my friend. “Shhh!” He silenced me, waiting for it to end. To “No!” the curser flew To “7” it remained. 9-17-78 was not her birthday 9-17-77 was the date. The room grew cold; goosebumps on exposed flesh. I could tell he wasn’t moving it, and so this game was just getting started. My friend and I had plans to go to Rocky Point. To party at a theme park at the end of the week, and so we asked this kindly spirit… “Gobez, how will our trip to Rocky Point fair?” D - A - N - G - E - R Was spelled, and read loud and clear. We laughed and we smirked But Gobez added more… D – O – N – T - D – R – I – V – E . . . We thanked him for communicating with us, and just to be safe, we walked outside and inspected the car which appeared in ship shape. A week had passed and my friend calls me up. “We have a problem…” he said “I don’t know how, but my break lines were cut.” I was shocked of course So we set up the board. To thank Gobez For his last minute warn. But just then when we said unto him that we were still planning to go, again he was vigil and wrote us a note… D – A – N – G – E – R Was spelled just like before We laughed and we smirked But again, he added more… T – H – E - F – L – U – M – E Our eyes widened... ...is our favorite thing to do. 8:00pm Gobez said…do not go on The Flume or we might end up dead. The day finally came, and we’re at the park, having fun well into the dark. We look at The Flume, it’s working just fine, when two girls look at us, and invite us on the ride. We look at each other But what the hell? You only live once And stepped over the rail. My heart was racing And had almost stopped When the ride did cease As we neared the top. I looked down at my watch… …and it was eight o’clock…. By: Jay Bird Copyright © 2007
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