THE DISEASE

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She cleaned for others but not for me
Never sat upon her knee
We all know what mothers are
Not this one, she’s gone too far

Rage and wine aren’t enemies
They lived in her and then in me
Pain was her friend, there were no others
Passed on to me I have not brothers

Endless supply is what she’s after
To find a way to end all laughter
Reason tried to help, to please
But nothing stopped her dread disease

They marched all over the weaker one
I watched in shame, I was his son
The paradox began to bloom
Like hideous flowers in my room

The gardener came to cut to prune
And entered in my private tomb
I tossed him out flee spirit flee
Please don’t ruin my insanity

Up was down confusion reined
But everything remained the same
Lap and lick and pour and drain
Something’s has to kill the pain

Alter landscape change the roof
From this disease remain aloof
Silly me the same old song
Slipping up brought me along

Age old torture which to use
Masters seem to be confused
Climb razor cliffs oh so steep
Better yet don’t let him sleep

He’s all broken all is lost
Death is paid for at what cost
What has happened what sealed my vault
The disease screamed loudly “it’s not my fault”

Hate plus rage lives on inside
Spirit comes to turn the tide
Who asked for you why I’m just fine
Perhaps you’d have a bit of wine

Spirit replies don’t you see
The wine becomes the malady
I’ll accept that simple phrase
Been the doctor too many days

Sunshine pulses within my veins
Higher power holds the reins
Flood gates open release the sea
New beginnings flow into me

Climb the steps one at a time
Drink your water with twist of lime
See the others on the floor
Be the spirit then look for more

I clean for others but not for me
I always stand on bended knee
And when I weaken and stray too far
I often remember what mothers are

BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST

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BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST OF .177 LEAD “EXACT DIABOLO 8.44 GR. AND “RWS HYPER-VELOCITY 5.2 GR. SABOT

TWO GUNS WERE USED: #1) GAMO HUNTER WITH 3X9 BUSHNELL
#2) CROSMAN 357 CO2

PARAMETERS: DISTANCE                   25 YDS.
WEATHER                                              NO WIND
PENETRATION RESISTANT
TARGET MATERIAL 2 X 10 TREATED PINE

USING A LINEAR FORTH PROPORTION EQUATION WITH THE FOLLOWING PARAMETERS:

KV= KNOWN VELOCITY IN FPS
XV= UNKNOWN VELOCITY
DPD= DIABOLO PENETRATION DEPTH (IN CENTIMETERS)
SPD= SABOT PENETRATION DEPTH
APD= ADDITIONAL PENETRATION DEPTH: SPD – LPD
DELTA V= CHANGE IN VELOCITY

KNOWN VALUES: GUN #1) KV = 1000 FPS

GUN #2) KV = 445 FPS

CALIBER                                      = .177
LENGTH IN CM OF PELLET = 8
RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD    = 13 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: NO NOTICEABLE CHANGE

DPD  = 21 CM   21 – 13 = APD OF 8

EQUATION:             XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:  13    = 1000:  8
8XV = 13000
XV =   1625 FPS
1625 – 1000 = 625 FPS
625 DIVIDED BY 1000 X 100 = 62.5%

A SUBSTANTIAL INCREASE!!

WARNING….PELLET WILL NOT DEFORM, PASSING THROUGH SMALL GAME…ONLY ETHICAL SHOT IS HEAD SHOT

RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN AN 8 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD = 2 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN A 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

A REMARKABLE INCREASE FOR A CO2 HAND GUN!!!

DPD = 8CM     8 CM – 2 = APD OF 6

EQUATION:          XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:   8     = 445:   6
6 XV = 3569
XV = 593.3 FPS
593.3 – 445 = 148.3 FPS
148.3 DIVIDED BY 445 X 100 = 33.3%

AGAIN, A SIGNIFICANT INCREASE FOR A CO2 PISTOL

CONCLUSION: USING RWS SABOT PELLETS ACHIEVES A 33.3% INCREASE IN MUZZLE VELOCITY WITH ASTONISHING ACCURACY.

ADDITIONAL INCLUSION OF ENERGY:

GUN#1 = 8.44 GR. VELOCITY =1000 FPS… ENERGY = 18.75 FOOT POUNDS
“         = 5.2 GR.            “           = 1625 FPS…        “           =  30.5        “           “

GUN#2 = 8.44 GR.  VELOCITY = 445 FPS…ENERGY =   3.71   FOOT POUNDS
“        = 5.2   GR.           “           = 593 FPS… ENERGY =   4.07         “          “

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE RWS SABOT HYPER-VELOCITY PELLET.
HOWEVER AT $10 PER 200 COUNT THEY ARE A BIT COSTLY BUT NO LEAD MAKES THEM GREEN. IF YOU ARE USING A CO2 PELLET GUN THIS IS THE AMMO FOR YOU….

REFLECTION OF GOD’S HAND

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REFLECTION OF GOD'S HAND

APPALACHIAN TRAIL

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A man walking the Appalachian Trail, 2200 miles in length, is supported by his wife following him in a motor home with supplies. Each time the hiker wore out shoes his wife would give him a new pair. Instead of throwing away the worn out shoes the man would knot them together, placing them around his neck. Halfway through the journey he could barely stand erect due to the weight of worn out shoes. Why not throw them away? We do that when clinging to the past, carrying resentments, past mistakes and sorrow around our heart just like the hiker carrying worn shoes. Free your heart and mind this very moment and remove the past from your thoughts! Remove the shoes from your neck and burn them; the rising smoke healing your wounds. Walk upright this day allowing God’s grace to fill your heart and mind.

BALLISTICS ANSWER

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The ballistic coefficient of the M856 tracer round…Ballistic coefficient  represents how well a bullet resists air drag. The higher the number, the better the bullet retains velocity, energy and thereby shoots flatter…The M856 is a 64 gr black tip …Here are the Ballistic results for that round…

Range (yards)     Velocity (fps)     Energy (ft.-lb.)     Trajectory (in)     Come UP in MOA     Come UP in Mils     Wind Drift (in)     Wind Drift in MOA     Wind Drift in Mils
Muzzle    3100    1366    -1.5    0    0    0    0    0
100    2906    1200    0    0    0    0    0    0
200    2720    1051    -2.6    1.3    0.4    0    0    0
300    2542    918    -10    3.2    0.9    0    0    0
400    2370    798    -22.7    5.4    1.6    0    0    0
500    2206    691    -41.6    7.9    2.3    0    0    0

CHANGE

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One should never say I’ll try and change. If a book is on the floor you can not try to pick it up; you reach down and pick it up, as in do.

The past is unchangeable; to stare at history changes nothing. The present is a panoramic appearance of the moment. Applying virtues of acceptance, wisdom, humility and strength, during that point, engraving in stone what will exit stage left as history. The curve in the road ahead disallows an analysis of the yet to come; plan the plan but not the result.

And so it is with rear view mirrors and windshields; the mirror allowing a glimpse at what went before. The windshield, contrarily, offers a wide display unrolling gradually in front of the spectator; savor each moment with gratitude, awareness, perception and sense. Live in the moment……

FALSE HEART

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Womb fed with Sherry
He smells life stunted
She-lion stark blind
Yet confronted
Guzzling unaware
Of ticks and tocks
Ebullient hate
Minds the clock

False heart meets false front
Linked indeed
Tiny, bullied, weak
A life in need
Of persona dressed neat
In borrowed plumes
Who am I; why I’m wine
He fumed

HE ROSE

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He rose and stood to wash his face

A concrete though was poured in place

Hardened, heavy holding weight

Now is the time to pull the pin

It’s rather clear he couldn’t win

Conscious, craving commit the sin

So quick and easy unclench the fist

And boom and soon be instant mist

Deceased, departed demonic wish

That was then and this is now

He still exist no taken vow

Walking wonder, winning now

He seeks to put the pin in place

For those who think they’ve lost the race

Simple serene sweet embrace

WHO IS ETTA?

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The decision to move South, nineteen years ago, was due too an epiphany. Delaying this leap of understanding for most of my life is brain damage from fifty birthdays of Great Lakes weather.

Choosing North Carolina’s coast as the landing site, for those suffering from HCD Syndrome (habitually cold & depressed), is a nirvana like selection. Besides, unlike moving to Peru, English is the language.
Packing the contents of a three-story home into a rental U-Haul is like stacking BB’s. My wife, who knows how to put toothpaste back in the tube, is immediately in charge.

We are on the road at five AM with my son at the wheel of Mr. U-Haul as I follow in my car. The trip should take thirteen hours. On Interstate ninety-five, the truck begins to develop symptoms of engine trouble. Our top speed is forty-five and supporting waves from all the other traffic really enhances our ability to accept one ugly drive. My son, a bit of a rigid man, occasionally waves back.

Pulling up in front of our new home, twenty-six hours since leaving Erie, my son says “Do not ever ask me to do this again. I am so hungry, please go get something to eat and wake me when your back”.

I drive down Market St. caring little about what to eat; “First place I see” I mumble incoherently. A Kentucky fried Chicken pops into view; I immediately pull in, park, enter and get in line.

The place is rather busy but with only four customers in front of me, it should be quick. As I look around, I become aware of a huge man behind me, tapping a nervous size forty cowboy boot on the tile floor. I am five foot eight and his belt buckle is level with my nose.

I am next and step up to the counter. The woman asks; “Wha yo wan”? I’ll take a bucket of chicken, cold slaw and two Pepsi’s”. She goes to place the order. The cowboy boot is tapping at a quicker pace. She returns and says “Etta criby”? I think she must be talking to someone named Etta so I do not react. Narrowing her eyebrows she leans forward directly in my face and says; “Etta criby”? Embarrassment and confusion is taking over because I have no clue what she is saying. I still do not reply.

Goliath in cowboy boots thumps me in my back. Leaning over he yells in my ear; “WHA SHE IS ASKIN’ YA’ALL IS EXTRA CRISPY“! I tell her “sure, absolutely…of course”. Picking up the order, I‘m gone in seconds. Driving back to the house I recall the moving to Peru thought; “I have a language to learn,” I mutter.

Waking my son he questions, “What took so long”? “I was talking to Etta”. “Who is Etta“? “Never mind, eat your chicken”.

THE DAY THE FLOWER DIED

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dead flowerGlimpsing a passageway over my shoulder
The snake shed his skin
The habit’s kicked – gone away
And life anew begins
Angel fish I’ll grant your wish
To ignore and go
But did you make – perhaps create
A valve
Too off the feeling flow
God forbid I bet you did
I heard you lie
Put on a show

I still have pride
Ever since the flower died
Or is it love alive inside
Kiss Heavens archway
Stand on toes – if you must
Swallow life’s dust
Begin again begin again

Latch it up today
So the soul is covered in rust
Merely a slight crust
Begin again begin again