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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Small excerpt of future ebook: 'Josephine Stein'...:




She could accomplish, as much as she wanted. ...In a procession by provening and protocol, with both intensity and focus, in the tentative-agile of a manifest-work... Literary aplomb, tended to achieve, and account in appeal to as a form. Her personal-‘adroit’ expanded and compounded, in a declaration. By what was an exposition of her-display of in definitive-work. With a great-objective and atoning-‘atom’; she exacted and drew from in true-diligence of a competent-confirmatory. ...The ‘form’, formativity and ‘fortitude’ were there before she took-off on a writing-career. It all came together early, and expanded, swiftly. Her ‘intense’ and driven intellectual-exposition proved to be ‘genius’, and absolvingly, competent. She had already the knowledge, wisdom and skill to subordinate the mastery of talent. She proved an ‘asset’ to the form, beginning and gaining-abilities and capabilities; with ‘zeal’ of accomplishment. By 8 pm, the questions, speeches and camera-shots were over. She had time to get to her hotel, relax and chat with associates and go-over her next-scheduling. By ten, she was asleep. The warm-night was offset by the hotel's cooling-system.

by Danny E. Allen

Wednesday, June 12, 2013



The 'Skill' of what matters...


No matter what we do, our behavior changes things and depends on one's inner-purpose.  We can exert a self-circumstances or we can assume a certain-purpose and work to fulfill our principles.  We shouldn't empathize or idealize but work with efficiency and effective in our relationship to work, function and people.  As we seek new-purpose and intentions, we should subdivide and objectify in those situations where we are lacking, ill-certain and unknowing.  To epitomize our successful-motivation we should look to change the way we think, understand and utilize the many factors in our life.  We should not be stressed, inciting or reflect in ill-fortune but look deeply, at the true-implication which will, have and can occur as both certain and obligated designs.  And come to comprehend what it all means as we discern each circumstance and effort.

  Danny Al.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

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Whatever it is, whatever you find engaging, rewarding or fascinating you should persist and commit to in advocacy and self-innovation.  There is property of the mind to which the human intellect finds its genuine competence.  True reward comes from dominion and dedication to self-virtue, which comes with willing insight over time.  True-happiness is the desire and ability to sacrifice now, what we want, eventually.  But we are always a changing entity, for which much is capable and much is invested.  So in the venue of true and exacting supposition we can catch our true-muse which can be steadfast or fleeting.  But love of self-vocation is a grand lesson and exaction in itself.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

 

 
As we forge ahead in new-times we must listen, learn and read about the things which will provide us with new potential, new originality and renewed sophistication.  Just like the economy, we need to invest in our best interest to reap the rewards of vision and virtue.  Times are changing, and the world and our place in it, requires that we strive to envision greater, more innovative and a forceful transcendence to all that will be, is and what was.  Luckily, the goals of our virtue allows us to attain a wholeness for which the factors that can be fulfilled in no other way.

 If you enjoy good reading, entertainment and excitement go to www.smashwords.com/view/profile/allendan5 to download for a small-cost each e-book in my library of books.  You'll enjoy the designs and dimensions of my literary works.  Soon to come: Josephine Stein and 'Prey'...  Hope you'll be there..  Thanks.

Saturday, April 27, 2013


A 'Mars mission:'Star-Fire''( a Bo Jon Littlehorse p.i. novel) excerpt:

There, each member-began questioning the 'placid', self-inquiry which all told would-require their full-knowledge. In some-way, the 'impact' would need their most exacting-attention. Each knew of 'great-men' who rose-to the occasion, objective and its circumstance. ...To fulfill, a commence-calling in period of three-hours the questions, considerations and answers-seized and the vision and commitment-of duty-authenticated. It-would be fully-built in eight-months. And its predicted-performance, predicated-into an existence. Lessons had begun as men and women were given grand-total actuations, and by enrolling as a 'scepter'-of proliferation by meddle and mind, met in elision. It was becoming 'real', and that reality intimately, ratified. An acceptance, by reverence and revelation. If man were meant for the stars; now, would prove to be that time. The history-of-man had always been 'prolific', a reaching for higher-things. A determination of empirical, a passion-pedantic and now in inspiration would be no different.




Each member had to act with ideal-objectivity, they were not acting-alone but as the provers of challenge, choice and ‘chance’. Each needed-to emerge-intact, aiding his fellow-members, keeping a certain vestment alive to meet and accomplish resonate in terms. Embellishing, in a vision of self-totality. And emerge in victory as one. This preeminent-promise set-in motion, though too, often a part and particular of the whole. There was no room for denigration. This would not only be the ‘ode’ and order, but operant-obligation... They had 6-months till final lift-off. And that rise from earth-orbit would be the 'crest' by intimate-valor. 40-million pounds of exhaustible energy, would allow nine-crew members to begin a final-victory to the stars.




‘Star-fire’-an equipped stellar navigation-vessel, was to orbit Mars 12-days and return with samples, atmospheric-collections and dozens of data-storages. The main-object was human-collective exploratory-observations. Each member was a virtual data-resource. Not only were they subjects, but itinerate-beings of a proof-by life. Each, dubbed-in the unit-of 'duty and discovery'. Emotions, had nothing to do in this sincere-endeavor. An 'oath', was made that one’s devotion, dedication and duties were to succeed and uphold the stipulate-rules of execution-in priorities, set-upon the materialization by this dream; the concept, coordinate-commission, and completion; all-owed to the actual-reality of 'rationalizing'-mankind... The prime-mover, in a manifesto in the realm of mind and multitude. A very promise of 'solidarity', across the world... 7-men and 2-women were declared: astronautic-pilots of 'Star-fire'. Their-duties were sacrosanct-to an announced-declaration in-knowing the relevance in the appointed-purpose. Beyond any time before, they were to comply, and imposed a disciplined-relegation. An instilling-reverence of 'exaction'... The promise, pride and prevalence were beyond-recognition. A new-role, as a capacity; to be enrolled-to a program, without exponent.




...Kate Winslow, Second-in Command, 30 years-old, speaks six-languages, a Masters in economics, biometrics and aeronautics, a former CEO of a biotech firm, a computer aficionado from Chicago. One of the first-picked by the committee... Unmarried, adopted to three-kids from orphanages while vacationing in Russia, Chad and Mozambique, her firm invented treatments for Cancer and AIDS, worth 23-billion dollars. Once picked as a candidate for Health and Human Services Chief. A Russian-delegate for the economic cooperation during the improvements of times. A devoted-scientist partly, responsible for health improvements in three-nations. A pilot, leader and confirmed-entrepreneur/philanthropist.

Calvin Suttlefield, Marti De Suet, Orga Robensky; Salvadore Emboli, Sarti Muriochi, Preirt Dorki, and Simon Darmon, rounded-out the ultimate 'dream-team', and declarative-definitive to the Mars exploratory-committee... All met the scheme, and set the mark-of mission none-wavered in character, competence and commitment... Beyond-capable impeccability, earnest-devotees, and beyond credible-imploring; a certain-composure, comprising-men and women; exacting, expounding and being-impacting and exceeding-individuals. The ‘Arista’ and Novella, of the terms of their-spirits, to impose the predicate-of human-kind and the 'earth’s life'. An imperative of implicit-vision, vocal and vitality, carrying-forward the promise-of sufficiency.




As they walked-through NASA’s program-grounds, everyone knew their-role. It’s attempt, the mightiest achievement to human-kind’s accomplishments... The mission was to carry-on the project, succeed at overcoming and empower a great-deed. The world-news was spoken of by many...That with the wholeness of the world-society's cultures and communities, there were a declaration that human-kind was to cooperate to attain the 'promise' by self-purporting. The long-envelope of time, would be revealed-into probable 'progress'. As they had overcome hard-times; so hard, it was able to prove its 'best'-bestowal.




Denoting in the emulation of a total-world order to conceive of inner-vision, and to be of account. What had long been the conception-of culmination. As the plan was endorsed and decided, the concept was set into-motion. At the start men and women, proposed the plan to be totally, beneficent, benevolent and benign on all-sides. The manifest of the many, the great people of theory, work and wealth, joined-forces; determined to ‘fuse’ what had been an unequaled-portent. The committee realized its fate. The greatest-men of society, affirmed in consistent and concise resolve to out-due those before... A Nobel-prizesque team bent to carry-out an implicit, defining. Many thought the caliber was too, ‘broad’ and in-concise. Yet the media believed it was truly a commendable, inculcation.




An intense-committee, followed; no one denied it would be ‘tough’. No illusion was found to their cause. Meeting in a New York boardroom under 'secret-code'... As a Jewish diamond-merchants group could not have devised a more covert-circumstance. Embellished to reach a resolution, and implicated to deduce a high-order, sophistication. These men and women-accorded a symposium of succinct-sanctity; enforcing the best-'diameter', to press-forward a certain-compendium, to all that was intended. 10-men and 6-women were given the 'nod'-to gather and assert the 'ultimate'-consigning.




None, were too impetuous or imposed-upon not to see the purpose of their-cause. Having the characteristics of efficiency, effectiveness and integrity. They wanted to rise to the cause. A focus to reach the goal. The details came, with proficiency. So was the impetus of their resolved-convictions. The new-visage was to draw the tentative of a new-scope. Time, trust and treaty was to use all of the resources to unveil the new regency of hope, honor and higher-principles, enterprising a new digest of technical, theoretic and objective-complicity. An across-the-board, presiding and professing that the design meet the 'mission'.




A posterity-provision, to put the higher-hand into crafting-culmination. They-all agreed, this would be the best-definitive. A prerequisite to be set and expounded-upon to make a foundation to framework. A new perspective to base, build, emboldened and believe... A proposing in to be proven and profound. An order of origination. What held, mastered and harbored a new-auspice of form. Everyone knew the pretense would have to prevail under all circumstances. The allot, advanced in the definitive-development to promulgate the virtue in vigil by people owing to the product of prevailing. This, was no easy task. Yet great men don't get to be great without purpose and refining. Many spend their time working-out the precepts while others realized the logistics to unveil to the world. A purposeful-import to bring into bend the most extensive prototype plan and representation left as no man before...




The Commander had been sent dossiers, 18 months ago he was to be the sole 'heir' to guide it through its mission... The answer, to who would carry-forth the mission. A true-enlistee to 'pivot' on design, development and delivery. He would be a pilot in many ways. Portraying on him the material, physical and technical devising. A sincere decision to chose to be under the apprising of the 'ship' coming-into being. An only-'few' could have been given such contentions. As a commission, the duty-masters had in mind for systematic, clarity. No imagery or imagination would occur. Many of the members were 'go-getters' and 'advanced-strategist'; as strategists they knew what would advance and hold-up their-mission.




The idea was to ideally sanction, materialize and adorn the highest-sophistications, so in the long-scheme of things, there was a dynamic-design to be the best-initiative of its kind. Learning from each part and all its unseen-failures, there needed to be a modern imperative to not fall into error in-propriety and ill-certainty. There would be no illusion to any circumstance. All knew, that in each success the motivation to succeed would need to be fully-realizing... Though, each fell into their own best 'niche', the very-animate concepts were self-made into the corroboration of the rest.




From the elements of logistics to the actuality of its design, it was done... P. L. was initially, told to comment, then suggest. He'd thought it was some sort of experiment in a far-off design of a perhaps military-idea. As he went along, he had no idea it was going to be a theory of modern-posterity. The committee-endorsed the plans after 73-weeks of incursive postulation. So from-there, each had to be debriefed and given over-view duties. Over that time, each one's country cemented the ideas; planning each purpose-to prototype. With the new-intellectual propensity the design quickly passed as a master-plan. Now the most-crucial part; so the space-vehicle began in earnest. Thus, a new-plot was began. With each committee-member, having been the enamored, intrinsic in images of what the space personnel should be; brought-in, fulfilled and given background; and should be, a fresh-call went out to the denote in critical-entities that should be.




Carefully, concisely and comprehensively the accord went-out... The head-unit interpreters began the process of down-flow and production. ...They, too were both installed and briefed-on the secret-mission; which by international order wouldn't be exposed till 4-months until actual-mission. If anyone was to know he needed 'top-secret' international-clearance. Some rumors, had made suggestions... As one of the latest-world endeavors it was not purely, defensive protocol. If anything it suggested a-new, and were in contention to see what the world-leaders were doing. As leaders gathered in new-roles, reparations and ideas their major-ideas were to import a new realm in resolute-reality. Many accolades went into compiling the virtues of veritable-consisting. One thing, they didn't want it to have was frivolous-procrastination... So in indelible-search went-on carefully undertaking, obliging and objectively, officiating went compiling-on. The merging mission came through with flying-colors. Such rigorous-aspirations to convey and confer incentive, initiative and overt-instilling convention.




Thus, the imperative became an impact-apparent. Yet nothing inspired, predicate-men couldn't handle. Especially, auspiciousness went into voice and vision. They had to be careful that 'pretense' didn't become evasion. The technical-totality, was to be divided and avoided to maintain specific-clarity and answer the in-clarity of world in-venture. From the parallel-of decision to the prerogative-conveying the precepts had to be kept above the 'fray'. In fact, committee-individuals all atoned in their voice and redeeming in the elaborate conduction. The ideas and infusion, had to objectify inciting and leaving-out practical-devoid.




As the hopes and dreams was surpassed, the images and ideals inspired, in profound-ascension. From the many technical, mechanical, theoretic and construct-'visions', were easily brought-forth in a wave of creative, élan. Turning into the monumental-mode in motivation. Never erring, on the provocative-side. As the 'mood', mentality and mode were articulate; the image became set with assertive-energies. A precious, preliminary to proceed and perfect. By the sixth month, the air in the room was an instilling, and confident. Exoneration, pro-instigation and pre-ambulate were of asset. So with three-months to go, people, project and perfecting were almost-complete. An army of technical, managerial and engineering were given call to begin the manufacture and logistics...




All were working in the country, as a leader of the free-world. And the wide-girth of social-sophistication in the 'ideal' of connected-centrality. With case-workload and immersed-product, the actual-participates were beginning to be brought-in... As the ideals were actualized, tested and perfected; those chosen, 'mete' on the preliminary-recourses. The precise-precursors of application, and amplitude would fully, take-hold to prevail and make 'material'-all their-formative successful-ideas. Luckily, there was little-room for waste, waylay or un-willfulness. There was abatement to the divest, device and diversity. Some figured the multiple-brains of remitting, would 'choke', and scuttle any-advancement.




Then came the physical and functional-protocol. Preliminary, has a proving. As good as the prodigious, the exacting in pre-dissemination came to out-distance in vying and investing. Leaders were now fully-delineators in a consistent-presentation. The persistence, procuring and perception was the life’s blood of the now, ratified-manufacture of complete-exposition.




The drama, had passed with enlightenment. The 'new course', had been laid. With a new-fruition, a significant-standard had been established to facilitate a grand-design and scheme. Fulfilling the very-initiate and resolute-forum to man’s race-to-space. Not as ‘Star-Trek’, but the ‘feasibility' of instilling enamored-drive and impart. Man, had always been one to fall-back upon itself, and money being, too costly to invest in the last-temperance holding-back the ‘creative’, scientific, and social-success to advance. ...Since the age of Galileo the great-imaginary ideas, had been only 'ideas' to reach an enigmatic-infusion. Now, in 2014, the call and fulfillment went out and the redemption of hope, was accomplished.




In two-months, full-expansion of the 'blueprint', workmanship and con-function would be in full-capacity. All who were notified went-on, in allegiance and out, with full-competence and arriving expertise. Almost everything, which had been began was a revelation. No one expected, but no one doubted that something beyond par was to occur by members' expertise. In the last-three months structural, supplies and supervision, were in the realm of knowledge. And so the media wanted to inform the public so all was being instrumental to world impact in an international-specificity.




Commander Sexton and his 8-crewmembers were being briefed on a weekly, basis. The training began with space aeronautics, specific for long-term space flight. It being a new-design full of theoretic, physical and manual-designs; the impetus had been along a crucial-guideline. In fact, this flight would be an illustration of initial ordinate-design... MIT, Harvard, Oxford and a small-contingent of others studied space-theory; colleges were brought in to carefully enlist competent-factors. A 462,000-mile flight was to be studied in 'ins and outs'. NASA became a microcosm of scientists, a macrocosm of interests and a cosm of world order. Paul was well known on the site and as an authority on Naval-regiment...




His-wife of 8-years, was Paul's mentor; a wise-friend, companion, and love. They had been in the Naval Academy together, and now she was a Rear-Admiral in the South Pacific. Though, they had their careers, family and friends kept each other in-the-know. Paul and Sue, his-wife, came home every six-weeks. Now, they'd understood he was a participate of assigned-importance. They-knew the importance of their-position, as well the challenges and choices. As Paul left the Chief's office with the news: third-stage of the system was to be began. He was to perform, the last two-stages before final run-through.




Expected to meet for crew-rundown and briefing after all the crew-members reached this-level. A smile had come across his face, a civil-man it was as if someone had given him a birthday-party. He couldn't wait to reach briefing for countdown date. Walking slowly, along the bay of the platform-building. It, shined-in the evening Florida-sunset.




Men were go-about their business of all the capable engineers, technicians and technology-agents. He didn't notice that many were not American. Some had been hired on technical-expertise, background training and ability at workmanship. Three Iraqi men, stood in the background. The security of today's NASA had with time been eased. Iraq, Afghanistan and the Muslim Jihad had ended with the death of Osa

Sunday, March 31, 2013

J.Stein further excerpt:



TV in the voyeur and it said it would rain by morning. By 6 pm, her friends arrived to ask if she wanted to go out on the town for awhile. She agreed, and went to get ready. Her friends were known for spontaneity. The foursome went down to lower Manhattan to eat at an Italian restaurant. They tried their ‘best’ Roast-Chicken, pasta, salad and White wine. Then they headed to Grenwich Village to several ‘hot-spots’... They partied till 11 pm, then they headed home. They all went-in for coffee, and talked for an hour. Then by midnight, they headed home. It was a grand time. Josephine loved the outing with the girls and she’d more than once, was recognized by paparazzi. It meant more publicity.



That Sunday, Josephine awoke with a mild hang-over. The girls had a way of celebrating. None were married but spent their time working. They were successes... One thing they all were commited-to was ‘women-power’. Being married wasn’t everything. In their over night ‘girl-fest’, they simply supported the ‘joys’ of conjoined-convention. They all were subjective to men, but objective to motive in which to have a relationship... It was becoming a way-of-life for many accomplished-females. It was just another ‘trend’ which, with time, would subside... It was 1 am, the night had become anointed-solemn. The grandfather clock’ ticked in the stairway hall. The street-lights were bright on the solitude of the drive-lanes. A cat sat in a window lodging and listening. Her terrier had made his rounds of the second floor and was resting in his bed. Up the steps and down the hall, the air was warm. The queen-size bed and master-bedroom were quietly still. Josephine layed asleep in deep unconsciousness. Within her subconscious the theater was erupting within collusion, allusion and illusion as far as she knew.



...It was an immense ‘imagery’-feel, sound and sight. Sitting along a wind-swept coast. The exponential dimension in dynamic-composition; and exposed an perceptive arduousness. The sea, with an bright-blue glow, was crashing with a new white-foam. Then, off in the distance, winged-creatures flew as she watch from the craggy-cliffs... It was 7 am, when she re-envisioned the bell-rang, while in bed with its comfortable warmth. The maid knocked lightly, open her-door and whispered that breakfast was 'ready'. She reached the first-floor and smelled the eggs and turkey-bacon cooking. She decided to turn-on her computer and glanced over the Sunday Times and walked into the kitchen, followed by her bounding terrier. She tasted the bacon not fully awake. Her pet licked at her foot. She gave him a piece of meat. The world was right again. She saw her dream-world vanish and memory-returned. The promise of time re-objectified itself.



The rules of perceptions are history, cognizance and their plausible-terms... And the many, many alludings to both figm

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

This weekend marks the completion of the large full-size ebook: 'Josephine Stein'.  It will be posted around 4-18-13.  Until then, read me at smashwords.com, search: allendan5.  There you will find a library of my published works.  See you soon, and be there!!!  Danny A.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

  In my next ebook Josephine Stein, is a drama and saga of the creative and mysterious.  In this work, the heroine is like no other writer/author of her kind.  Interesting in the theme and storyline, I think you'll enjoy how the story is stoic and stipulative.  An exciting character, and her refined abilities, carries on in her career.  There are twist and turns, images and insights, vocal and vision that unfold on Josephine and her circumstance.  You'll think the impossible is possible, God truly exists, and many other mysterious vignettes.  I promise you won't be disappointed.  Be in the know, in April 2013.  Be there at www.smashwords.com/view/profile/allendan5, you'll be glad you did!

Thursday, March 21, 2013


  In the new ebook, 'Josephine Stein' reality and rationalization pit wits, and her very-mind is at stake...  Will Josephine come to an understanding, or will she become insane or fall into oblivion.  Her story is one of intelligence, mysticism, subconscience and beautiful artism.  What most people don't know is that she has an exquisite sense of expression through her dreams, and a self-reality that she doesn't fully, understand.  In her dreams are warlocks and dragons, incredible beauty never seen before that allows her to express her art more vividly.  Every sense childhood she's had incredibly, power dreams.  But now, she must either assume this other world, or find out the reasons for it, and perhaps lose that reality, if only in her sleep.  Out by April 14, 2013.

'Prey', is the story of an extremely talented woman-detective, is the  niece of Bo Jon Littlehorse.  She has graduated from a formal university, a court-detective and the abilities as her uncle to uncover crimes with an exquisiteness and she even has three degrees Black-belt in Jujitsu.  Her story starts soon.  Be ready for this exciting and liberated-story.

Thursday, March 14, 2013





As we grow with knowledge we find the discipline in the assigning of a new-awakened motivation.  We can't stand-back and be reverent we must be involved and take part.  The world awaits, we've seen what might be ahead, now we must ignite that simple solemn recognition and look for a deeper determination.  It is necessary emphasis we must be engaged in our own intriguing innovation that we knew was always there.  Don't wait!  It's you, and now proactive drive for which certainty and sophistication are ranged-in and refined with all illustrious-alluding.  It shows that the deeper relevance is in how we solve what is a resolution-found.

                                                    Danny E. Allen

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


Some of the people who knew her thought it made her a very unique writer. She simply insisted that it was a truly, convention of careful-consideration...



The many things she did most to ignore, or was kept private... But she wanted to believe she was an intense, objectified and incentived-writer. Which she’d worked into her life very well. This, she didn’t take, unseriously. As the day went on the day-light faded into clouds and rain. The Manhattan shoreline was full of tugboats and ships, downtown traffic slowed on 9th Street, and Josephine was in her den. She keep a TV and computer there it they sat as get-to items in emergencies. She had the internet. But if she couldn’t call, she went by word-of-mouth... Efficiency and effectiveness, were fortend-facts. Which she felt they were a certain-‘duplicity’. She sat at her desk, a heavy Mahogany six-drawer den-desk, which was worth a small-fortune. Her chair, was a leather swivel chair meant for executive businessmen, a lush red fleuret carpet kept her feet warm on New York’s typical winter days.



Knowing this, the central-air was installed, 7 years ago.. Which to older-buildings meant it wouldn’t be ‘cheap’ to operate. The HVAC company wanted money upfront but she haggled it down by 8%. As the rain on a Wednesday fell, most of the afternoon was derived by nature.. She was hard at work and progressing in the facets of a dubitable mass-market writer. As she penned the sketches of the continualty of her book, things were doing very well... Which she knew she should not take for granted. The power of the mind is its exquisite mental capabilities. The wiser mind was to prepare for the unexpected. It came natural to the Jewish mind. Intellect, was the ‘broad-stroke’ of virtuousness. And determination, was the virtue of empowerment. And as well-‘human’ discipline was more a poetic-judgment...



The den room warmed after the weather began to cool. Later on, was the beginning of the cooler season. The city was emerged-in the ‘macrocosm’ of a delible-function. The refuse-collector arrived at 8 am, the three newspapers came soon after, and Brad came with the early Times, carrying a gallon of chocolate milk and a baker’s dozen. He loved the morning in the Big City. When he was in college at 20, after all night-partying he’d awake more vibrant than ever, unlike his friends. Who were hung-over from alcoholic attrition... He was a ‘jock’ then and now, he awakened at 6, jogged a mile, drank a cup of expresso instead of heavy-dark coffee; and now realized, he had a lot to accomplish in his life... He was an admirer of Steve Jobs, and Steve Forbes. He liked the name:‘Steve’. So much, he wanted to have a son with the name.



Unlike his dear friend, he aspired and dreamed. Which she admired but saw little purpose. She often told him that dreams were for ‘books’. But he would inject, ‘you’d be out of business if there wasn’t’... So the dreamer and admirer sat at the kitchen-table enjoying each other’s company. Brad had once seen a therapist suggested by someone, it came to very-little. So he became a professional-Bon Vivant, with the money to back it. He was not a total plesbian, his company he bought with his family’s money became a first-class computer company, but only after he turned over the helm... He always inferred that it was his ideas which only came into full-fruition after his departure. He had many chances to be married. He had a high school girlfriend, whom he still corresponded. But being a wife and mother of 4, didn’t make for manly, affection.



But as times evolved, the many ideas of he and her became conclusive for times of companionship and fellowship in the ‘Big Chill’, so as they took advantage of each others appeals, sitting and enjoying there revolving of life; they set about their individual functions, and bid farewell. Josephine, was now alone, in the late morning... While they’d spent time together she conti

Saturday, February 16, 2013




Well-wishers Second Edition excerpts:


As he left school that day, with tiring and a sense of falseness. He could see pass the inhospitable arrangement of class. He was growing-up without a feeling of habitableness; but fracture and refrain. In precocious-truth, things weren’t as settled as, in certain-life. He was alone. He listened to his teacher, she was respected to an ominous-degree, however further his classmates couldn’t have cared-less… David was struck by this enmity, and thus with every focal and forging-relevance. He knew he could-not fall ‘in-line’… As classes ended in the aging Sawbridge school, David headed home he needed better-things, somewhere else… He’d hold-to his patron, till it reached too, far. He could only hope nothing, defuse would occur till then. He let what occurred, go on. He could be resolved-in what had been a ‘way-of-life’. Was his instincts right, or was he on his-way down a road-to demise. He’d do as much as he could, but he wasn’t going to be led down a road-of-despair…




Children, David met weren’t all so appreciable. In fact, most were ‘juniors’ in a class of ‘urchin’ urgency. Not tied to rules, respect or decency… They swayed-in the ‘derelict’ and decrepit-side to life. …Not too, ‘bright’ or elaborated by guidance, strength or belief. Their strength was depose and deprecation if they’d had a future on anything-it was the ‘skullduggery’ as allotment… He kept trying to ‘even-end’ he knew how shallow, unabated and un-resolving they were, he knew their life was ardently, caught in a sort of impassivity… He met some of his classmates when eventually proved his ‘dogma’. They dressed-in gray and black; as grey-and-dark as the classroom… Having a mentality adverse yet instilled; not all that surmising, but ‘critical’-thinkers. David challenged these critical-thinkers, by trying to understand there point-of-view, yet it was cut-short by distrust, some long ago upheaval or childhood-anxiety…



Saturday, January 26, 2013




Preview of a newest upcoming book excerpt:('Josephine Stein' by Mr. Allen)

She looked up, and it was ‘lightless’ sometime between lunch and bedtime she’d began the final few-chapters of her awaited-book in the Simon Wynchyme-series. It had real-promise to break once again the Bestsellers ‘20,000,000-sold’-division. Elated, as she was in its potential and finesse she startlingly, realized it was bedtime. She had turned-on the light but fell into a trance. Trances these days were better than sleep. Although few knew it but sleeping was an unspeakable, instance. From midnight till seven, she was not to be disturbed. So as she climbed the stairs to her Master-bedroom the last of the

day was fulfilled. The air was stiff as she climbed into bed. And then she had laid-there. As she gazed-out the window… She could see the stars between the trees. Then the sense came over her. Brad Fellows, was presenting himself in her memory... He’d always been a good and exciting-friend, spontaneous and fun. Not caught-up with things, and not unrooted in anything.



In theory, Josephine was talented with many abilities, an excellent crossword puzzler, a sense of analytic-ability and a safe-central spirit by utter acceptance... Like Einstein, and Ghandi, with M.L.K. thrown-in.. Yet compassion sometimes held to being problems. Her feelings had to find an outlet. This was in the utter-ability to perceive of in what could be a ‘superstition’. It was her Fallstaff to understand simple-appeasing and to avoid it. But somehow with family, friends and work, she perservered. Jewish-people had a way of doing that. And the hereditary-intelligence, helped also. Brad had often told her, her beauty was the only thing rivaling her-heart… ‘Josey, you’re a work-of-art…’ Said Brad, one day on the street as they walked Porgy, her dog. Brad always dressed casual; even at his uncle’s funeral. He wore a Sak’s sun-suit. He-reminded her of Tom Wolfe, whom she felt was ‘grand’. They had regular ‘tifts’ in-public. But Brad was not one to impose. Besides, he loathed cramp-spaces. He’d walked 20-blocks to avoid the subway. But his wealth kept him 'happy' to walk.



Although Jewish people had a natural inclination for superstition... Josephine was an established heretic/nonconformer. Which made for what was an advanced hibition and an endowed-intellect that came to be, both set and resolved in an utter-instillment. She was a dutiful intellectual, adorning and adopting the Arts; without inconsistency, and with a relish... ...Devouring, embracing and engaging in all its illuminary-accents to squarely, advance and articulate form. Graduating with a Doctorate of Fine Arts. Within her youth, high-IQ, and incentive she came to bore through the forms like a 'hot'-knife through butter; she joined her-professors in what was a deep-understanding, and appreciation. Now she was older, she was an award-winning, connoisseur and cosmopolitan and consummate-writer... ...With 28-fiction and nonfiction novels in professional mystifying-form. Due to her now overcome study of the form in 'religion' of the Arts...



So she was popular as a break-through genre-author. Her books took it to another-design. She’d found her niche. What became vibrantly, accepted and fantastically, enjoyed. She was both rich and happy. Yet for now, was one-thing, as most intelligent taskmaster had in common… Lack of proper-sleep. She’d pay 'big-money’ to sleep, blissfully. Her energies were too-high. She read technical-books about the ‘psychology of sleep'. Of how people sometimes took ‘Witch-doctor medicine’ to get over it. Although, she took no time in taking this to heart. But like so many ‘savants’ she too, suffered as an individual. Sleep, had a way of subdividing her-existence. Perhaps that’s why she never married, carrying the talisman of workaholic, determination and in an individuality. Each were severed-alms of loneliness. From so many accolades, she remained a onely-independent; easing the world's problems at her own sacrifice... But she never held it against anyone so she had many friends, devotees and fans which ended, in an uncertain, sense... ...She’d read many psychological self-help books from holistic-meditation to vegan diets and mindful-exercises. Each was a superficial 'play' on new-designs.



...But she had to admit, they helped a-bit. Each giving impetus to be superior, over the aches and pains of life. As she laid-there in her expensive feather-bed with its canopy-frame and at times, a tenuously, cooled-room... Already, her mind wondered over the day's events. Like a secretary she identified, understood and acknowledge each thought and emotional-leveling; and levering the terms of life that day... She fell asleep, still thinking. What happen while sleeping was essentially, all her own. Josephine didn’t know depression, life was too short to not think of a zealousness of life… Her precocious-reality as a child helped to instill-in her a ‘Midas’-relativity. But even then, sleep was a personally, religious-experience. Her mother and father always slept through the night. So even though her mental-energies ran-on, she soon saw the ‘sacredness of night’.. Only on holidays and the weekend was she allowed to stay up.



But by 18,on her own, she celebrated the night-life of living in New York. Night-caps, parties and events, allowed her to fulfill her last-vestige of night-time excitement. Never using drugs eventually, her partying-fell with the death and vanishing of one-time friends… But she did learned from and enjoyed it in a rather superficial subjection. In what was a ‘wisdom’, she matured. So their terms changed, and what was affiliated was the very personal-terms of insomniacal-revelation. As the years came and went, the aging-realities resolved themselves and she had learned from them. It was a practical proceival, one that a very capable-individual could find an awareness. A lesson of life, taken well. But there was something symptomatic which went ‘deep’, but she’d come to accept it well. This was a simple, yet certain-‘reality’.



Most people had habits like anyone, she had idiosyncratic-tendencies. She had a way of coming to terms with that reality. Being very perceptive and profound-all seemed to fall into place... And the many instances, factors and fortunes of human-character could easily be seen congealed in- the Jewish-sector. Though, her family were not orthodox-Jews, they still carried its integrals. Many of her other friends allowed her to be herself and thus officiately, be acquainted in a self-proving provision. She was an unusual but devoted-companion. Especially with the diligent-qualms in what was a causal-custom. Popularity, power and profit allowed her to have so many friends. Who’d now come before, and had gone... An anonymous-‘reality’ that proved valuable. A fortuity that she had come into much inner-mitigation. An energy and resolve to advance and afford by assertive-ideas and intentions. She became a prime-mover especially with diligent-qualms in causes and customs... As well, she became a ‘prime-mover’ by martaring and merging with, all those that came to be accompanying her. ...There was alot which was in sway in her 'logic'... Graduating, working and networking-on social-inclemental-terms. There was little left for immargin. But as life always tends to be, one had to own-up to facilitative-terms.



‘Ms. Stein, we need you in the office tomorrow.’ ...’The Chief is looking-over galleys and we need your input...’ They knew she hated preparatory-work. She liked the ‘barebones’ of writing, due to the hard-fought rules of writing. As for most people writing is romantic. Yet as she matured the work was best kept ideally, tangential and equational. The inclemental-issues of success and popularly, assertiveness of fame, fans and fortune; left something to be desired. She sometimes ‘wished’ for other things. But with the many efficiencies of ‘time’ and temperament, the incentive was ‘good’. Galleys were like little-‘mirrors’ to a writer’s success and sacredness. If it was 'right', you were rich; if it was off a ‘little’ the blemish was ‘huge’. Editors would meet with you and discuss your entire-career. She read as a ploy Mark Twain, Hemingway, and F. Scott Fitzgerald, in their careers; and learned something about the relationships of writers. And in this potential staved-off untold ‘nightmares’.



So as she prepped to see her head-editor at Pemberton Group, the national conglomerate which folded rival-book companies like tooth-picks. She’d evolved a relationship with them; many of her best-editors had been there. Yet her superiors were not friends and even though character was not integrity, money came with being a mogul. Emerging was an editorial-regime, in regiment. So as her writing impacted, as imposed. She swung into what was a convictive order. In what was an idea and implication. So as the publishing-board found what was ‘oil’, in her ‘ouvre’. And the ‘essence’ by what was an iron-clad arrangement. And thus in a firm fruition, by what was in the idiomatic-form. It was 10 am, when she got out of the Limo at Pemberton’s headquarters on 85th Street. The escort had arrived at 9:15 am. ...Being one of the group’s ‘best’-resources... She was very well taken care of. Hughe Samuelson was her direct-contact. The ‘handler’ of her-whilms but fortunately, one of her best business-acquaintances. He was a honest-friend fortunate enough to be a competent editorial-assistant.



Hughe was waiting at the building’s Pavillion to converse with her. He was a quiet man, unreactive but sensible. He was 57, a borne-book editor reading all sorts of text in his sparetime. And worthy of a maxim of literary-knowledge... Being very intelligent he worked for the ‘best’. He was not a big Bestseller reader, he did enjoy the enterprise of writing epithesis. He was a literature-engineer that had fed his mind in an ‘easy’-job. Josephine’s intellect didn’t match his, she was more of a free-spirit... That her talent and background was ‘worthy’ of acknowledgement. Which went from pre WWII journalists to world wide competence in nearly all forms of the Arts... There was much that preceded her. Yet she didn’t take her skills for granted. ‘Miss Stein’, said the lead-editor. ‘Thank you for taking time-out from your busy schedule’. ...He was short and ‘stout’, with a trimmed-beard and thick eyeglasses. She noticed that his breath smelled like a Cuban cigar. He smiled and the browning of his teeth proved two-things.



-That he took his habits, seriously. And that he thought reverently about what self-sentimentality meant. She shook his hand, and smiled. From then on they got along well. She realized his life would probably, end in a decade or so... So she didn’t want to violate a leader’s competence. In the contrary, they both lived for the moment and by their own terms. As he filled her in, she understood that he was ‘frugal’ in his signs and sensations. She agreed, utmostly, in his tentatives by venture and versatility... ...She realized her emboss on this work might prove-worthy of the editor’s contentions. Besides, she had better things to do... He’d give it his ‘best’, due to her personal-position on the subject.



By 2 pm, she wanted to be shopping with her aunt at Tiffany’s. Her nursing-home aunt, a patient, devoted and aged matriarch, was delighted by everyone she met. Her niece was guided by her father’s oldest sister... Till then, she had to carry on business. Upon reaching the street... She quickly, entered the Limousine. The skyscrapers gave her vertigo, rather like many in the Stein’s German-Jewish villagers. From a century ago they were Shtel small villagers whom were not big ‘ascenders’ of their culture... And it still resided in the blood. She’d seen and heard of many identities-of and about Jews... The grandness of the Rothschilds to the Holocaust to Israel to the rise and ability of Jewish capabilities and competences. A free-ranging reign of the highest accolades of the western world. She knew she was in good company. But she was only a simple-writer, adorned in a capacity with ability for which no one could entreat.



The money earned, was an input in centuries of ability and education accomplishment, was as well accomodated in her own. But the ‘regency’ to act-as those, was for her an art of succinct ‘ageal’. ...Dependable and dissertational, were in the allume of a human-doctrine... In the sophistication of an assertive-sentiment. She came to realize that as an articulate and artist, she understood the relevances were under 'thickened-terms'. Implicate, impressive and imposing there was much in the intricacy of Josephine Stein. Like most Jewish persons she identified with their virtues. And as a Jew, she had their ideological inundations. Other than that she fared fairly, well. Josephine realized there was a deep-spirit in life and living. But many of her ethnicity chose to live by arduosity and finity. She came to the understanding that she was chosen like many of her kind.



After a nurtured-childhood of which she was to do as she willed. College, skills and adeptitude meant you were responsible for both your devotions and dutiful decorum. Although, her hand was held by a caring-father and an accepting-mother; the ‘plots’ in life proved defining and definite that’s why she chose and came to be incense in creativity. Although, there were marginal in the deep-seated objectives and obsessions. ...Of paramores and obstenity, tended to reprove rather than outright ‘deny’... What was in the Jewish heritage was mentality and mindset, which was filled with severence and propriety. The mind of thought and imagination endured in spatial-worlds pitted against itself... So one vocalism was the sustained-reverance to oneself, accordingly. But passion was the unsettled residing under multiple realms. So it was a coathe-ability, to be creationary and espoused.



It was a responsible and intrinsic-reality. Josephine was to starkly, empathic in the tentatives, terms and trials of the self and self-convocation. And issue was the foment of factors, of the instances and utterstances, acting and enacting of a Jew-woman’s life. As she rode the streets of New York to her Brownstone... She observed the climate and incursions of her adopted home which was enticed and interested in many of its facets. She was known to disappear in its many cosms; then reappearing at night, to get home to bed. On these excursions she visited the MOMA and private-museums, and pondered the creativity as mind of artist of all kinds. Yet there was something else she observed with intensity the many visions of artist and art. There were secrets she held that with maturing, manifestation; inordinated an entrance in what was an innateness and incedings. That she thought dominated in treatise a privilege of talent, by which she herself had had.



Well wishers Second Edition excerpt:

He was seeing a psychiatrist for two-years. His M.I., was developing. So he was therapeutically, advised a lot during this time. ...His psychologist thought, maybe he’d taken-on too much. Many of his coworkers were devoid and superficial. Of which they seemed to believed this, was en par for the course. He worked until 3 p.m. He thought it was interesting to work with medical-professionals. Yet David was very much, a ‘loner’. He didn’t like to reflect on it too much. Because his long-standing feelings began in elementary-school and had come-back. In some ways, his childhood had been the major-social part of his life. By ‘82, he’d been at the ‘half-way’ point of his succeeding as an ‘individual’. He was succeeding in college.




...When many thought he couldn’t. He’d ‘bared-down’ and did what was needed. As a ‘shadow’ of what was ‘lost’ as a result. By ‘84, he was back in college reapplying-himself to academics…




He’d failed the clinical, two-years earlier. He’d been sublimating the experience and learnt from it. Yet the failure of independence cuts through his ambition a-bit. Subverting and sublimating, what could had been a turning-point. It was not easy, yet his psychologist-helped. He couldn’t assume he could overcome everything. He didn’t want to look-back. So much of his past had been a sublimation of reality. ‘84, was the year his mother and sister moving away from the south-side of town... They had lived in a two-story brownstone. Now, they moved to an apartment on the lower-south-side into a 3-room apartment. David liked it, a duplex. He attended to school as best he could. Yet things, wouldn’t be the same. While David expanded his ‘horizons’ much of what was over-come was now formidably, in the past.




In ‘84, Reagan was relegated a second-term as President... The economy was sluggish. And society was seeing the Yuppie-come into his and her own. Family Ties was popular, as “Cheers” was hitting the air-waves. The Waltons, Happy Days and the Jeffersons were seeing their last-runs. Dallas, Falcon Crest and Dynasty were headed for their best seasons… David too, was looking forward to the Fall… He’d succeeded in college-classes. And now, another year and he’d be graduating. He’d spent 2-years passing some of the more advanced-courses. He realized academics, was a cogent-of ability. The shadow of the past had faded. And he wanted to concentrated-on classes. He was a junior, and now was more mature. He thought of his college-life as the TV show: ”The Paper-Chase”. He enjoyed himself, he ranked high in nearly all his-classes.




--He had volunteered at the animal-shelter and spent the summer, idealizing the future. Deciding to go to the local university, in ‘86... He went to see his academic-counselor, and did the last part of his future-academic planning.



Wednesday, January 23, 2013





Bo Jon kept an eye-on this foster in decision-making. Pretty-much one-way or the other meant time-to detract from the clues. Any ‘plodding’ from transaction to ‘counteraction’-entendre so easily to an enlisting… So keeping to a ‘watch’, on sways and slights; meant-close to a collusion. And ‘injection’ of temperance allied-in good-judgment. The preciseness of the collusive, initializing; being contracted-to be cognated closer-to baring consequential. So deciding reality, was in the thrall-of things; working in a microcosm of conjecture acceded-to… The key-‘angles’, in a crucible of crime, compensation and ‘acuity’; was in an effort, ‘ordinal’, and in as an augmentation. Bo knew when he-left the mountains he had already had a collusion-of sorts. In a strange presentation-of-terms, he was in an isolated part of the state. Where troopers, police-detectives and the Feds were lost on a-diversion. He easily stepped-out of sight. A plain-case of going, unseen and in remuneration; he-remembered all the compliances that were given the case. Yet at the unusual and bizarre circumstance had the lest of the devised, the contention of being, evaded. Perhaps the clearness of forest-fire, snow and secludedness made for enduringly, ‘instant’, what was an admonishing. Rather ‘devious’ or what was a deploy the admired, disposers; approaching-on in an imposing as a definitive, desperation.



In what was an arduous-case of impeccable-in division of recourse. A ‘dance’-of redemption and diversion… So Bo waited, and withheld-in an inherent-causeway; calculative and warranting in what was a ‘wit-resolved’. David’s role had been obvious. He’d been a man of superior-duty yet now, with its lone-détente of disapproval, had still left him indolently, in a-suspension. Perhaps, as loathsome as murder was, was the logging of limitation. By what was a ‘surreal’ subversion, in inwardly and often, in what was an ardent. Living a life of an illicit-of encompassed and incurring caste. In what was a conveyed co-extense distantly, deferring and causatively-incurred… But a collective reprise-in culpability, consistence and conferring. The ‘evener-liturgy’ of confining indent, to be a de-aligning-recourse. So convokingly-vivid within assertions with invocation instilling. A ‘complicity’, oriented-in a defaming; and ‘decided’ and ‘enpar’, impetus-with liturgy, law and legitimacy. As a certain ‘Castle-keep’ by what was a flawed-justice devising and deferred. As the ‘dark-shadow’ of fault and blame, perhaps botched in an announced ‘benility’ of what became a belligerence. An out-reached-resonance and rectoring, being officially, locked-away. A possessive of perdition of cause and blame, taken-on in imperial-compact. ...Yet David was a member once of the higher-forces...



It was advancing, advantageous of David; and in the a-pereil by those dragnet-forces idolizing in what should have been in a ‘higher’-power. As the sun-rose that morning, Bo realized the determinates were newly espouse and crediting. He would specifically, inquire, come to expend, and judiciously, expedite the new-alluring, conditional tact... David was in-fact in a second-life. He’d always been working diligently in his-duties, given more to duties without question, as an honor-in service had been his only-precept. He’d liked being of service, yet he’d never known anything-else. His-father wanted him to learn of the world on its own terms. But he knew the honors of war, were like no other; he’d never known till now exactly what that meant. He arrived at Del Rey earlier on Thursday and now overseeing the tanker-trucks; to reach the processing-plant then-on to petroleum customers. Along with his resolve as a tanker-manager he gave a false-name at the start. He knew how to get false-information from level-6 clearance and how not to get caught. In a way all his successful-work had allowed him a second life. But being in the military, had seen the rules-upheld. …In what might have been the conveying control to both David’s and Bo Jon’s concerns… Pursued and pursuer, a touch for the case in liberation, redefined.



The essence of the case was coming-together, and David’s new life-style,instead, had to end. It was a strange case yet both knew the reality would change all that… Character, had been a question-to be a force in-ferment with a fording, fostering and fortunateness... It had been a parable in earning-proportions. ...The future-lay confirmatively terms-of convolution and improvising. The status quo, was in fact, were in literate-liberties in the ways of a culprit. As advantage, as in instance and order, human-dignity is as a sustenance had up-keep-in new ‘dynamics’ of a demise and wayward-life. Although intentional, and versatile Bo Jon, and David understood the values of a man in conceiving. Plausibly, as the facets as human-proving. A legitimate-logic and a lax-collusive. An onerous adventure began-to lead to ultimate, undoing. Bo Jon knew he’d be caught in some vestment of a virtuosity of a legal magnitude. And that’s were parallels-ceased. Demurring in all, a preamble of permutation. If David, had a ‘vice’, it-had been of the abjuring in-testament to the crime of obligated, tantamount. The ‘promise’ of a career stopped, and was now leaning on the testament of honor. Now ‘destitute’ and in competence, lost-unto what was a committing. In war, a man commits-murder as an ‘ideal’, a soldier-rises through the ranks only to suffer mental insubordination in terms-only totaled, in duly-passion…



He was only a man, and that man was carrying-out his-duty conscientiously, competently and composedly... Looking-into his-eyes, was the settled-eye of an advocate, not a provocateur. Being the two faces of a wanted-man. It was not Bo’s plan of inception, in-persistence; not being inculcated of the ‘literate’ in the criminal-leveling, the treatise of a formative-legality… Bo was in a new-cause, a ‘steward’ of court volition; yet more to logic of it all. …Yet not as a proctor-of a punishment but as that which in predilection of a pending. He was more in score of providence he was a server in the ‘best’-interests of the court. And as he developed case typically, things were not typical-strife, disregard and askew was almost ‘normal‘. The trouble came-in unconsciously and had a plot nearly the same. Usually, on the request he was brought-in and that was the be-haste of a crime. Then, as the sanctimonious of crime, began… And thus in wisdom fell both ways in the admix of an alms in work was, as the Oklahoma landscape… He began winding the ‘reel-in’, in a path of a perpetrator… None of what had occurred was through conflict, it was carefully by a ‘conjunction’, of violent-behavior. In an adversity and advising, didn’t make up for the routes-of-its commutation. The thence-venture in course of roaming-demotion. The spry-humor was, in denuding-figment as the running-foul of the law.



End


Saturday, December 29, 2012





Well-wishers 2 excerpt:
 

Crossing the street, under an over-pass and onto the mostly, less-opulent black-neighborhood. The stark-difference was how run-down and un-refurbished it was. There were houses old and weathered-smelled. Of old useless topsoil and their appearance was that someone didn’t see fit in... To even unable to see worthiness of most human-dignities. Of animals roaming the streets. Blacks hanging-out on corners. Trash and gasoline-odors, gave a senses-of disregard and careless ‘unworthiness’. Which for defaulting disregard also, refused him. Due to his’ pre-denoted and faced otherwise ‘uncivil’ disallowances. He knew he had turned-them away… As they reasserting as in ignoring or having the deliberate-‘refute’. By staring at him, occasionally. ...Uttering defiling-words and sanguine statements. David never-liked their fears of his rights to be himself… Which he knew culminated in their long-standing distrust him...



It had all been a ‘severe-waste’ of social-energies. Yet it had seemed ‘flattering‘.



…That, in a repository was a focus on him. In-any form and under a grasped-entity. Which he was not in a-‘fleer’ or person even of a fondness. In what was by those assumed-factors. Which he-knew better than take a ceding unease. Which made the act more ‘fair’ in his-eyes and less ‘unapt’ in theirs. It was being ‘mirrored’ as a sincerity of sorts. In humanness in a complex. It began to be repetitive. Yet David felt a freedom. Free-to assume his own identity, as a post-haste. The boys in their yard, were watching David. As he-fixed his-bike in a poor and ill-fortuned area to be fallen. Yet, it was a bustling neighborhood of black-people. Of those days, in the late-seventies. They had remembered him if only-by his-father....Who’d been an older-patriarch now aging and elevated. In Omni-essence by the up and coming ‘quarter-guards’ of youth-group, in a diametric fortune. They believed David had wanted to be looked-back upon. Or deserved something that could-not ‘prove’, what was his image. As so many times, taken-away in a self-grace caring… For David, he wanted to be looked-back upon. Or as not deserve something that could-not be proven was his… As in so many times could be taken-away in self-gracious caring. For David, he wanted-them to be free from his-ill-certainty.



Although his mother whiled-away hours in church-going. He’d never-felt the ‘reality’ of what the church meant. And not many understood that deifying, was a centralized ‘dishonesty‘… He couldn’t see-rather that if piety was a true-understanding, or just, a roust for the un-begotten. He’d seen the ‘frailty’ of devotion. ...As the wickedness-of-denial and admonish, he could not honor those who’d never seen how those of the church were, in many case, ‘hypocrites’ in every way. In this precept, they denied-themselves, more than he ever could. He pondered-over their loss. The people who were now ‘strangers’, were lost. And his sincere ‘loss’ by what never was. And why there could be no-way else.




Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Friday, October 12, 2012


To the valiant-heart, a message...

The reward of purpose, pride and perspective is one in where you take the helm.  Go for the orignation and arrival for which one gains total control of all your scope, skills and schemes.  Some travel far and wide, while others dominate with gusto.  But one's true-skills can be just taking charge, ratifying in self-vision and coda and establishing the structure, stridence and scheme which only we at the pulse point can contrive and bequeath.  As the first-role as teacher, as well as student the schematic goals comes to those who successfully, grasps and take-hold of one's dynamic realities.  From emotions to motivations we all must learn to be brave and fully-hold the dimension of self-virtual talent.  So we can gravitate in all those new experiences, ramify those especial learning-routes and with a final-totality impose one's implicity to the ordinal facts.  Whether if it takes imagination, impact or impression we all find the denote to be deriving and determinate.  You'll find this in E.W. by going to www.smashwords.com/view/profile/allendan5 and purchase it for a nominal price. 

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The dereliction of self-imposing sophistication...

There are relevance for which we can not see.  And there is reverence for which we hold dear.  But neither are rectifying or ramifying deliberations  on any recourse, but are still reliant in reputation.  I demonstrate in E.W. the many ratifiers in course and reputation that the many assoundings can carry or astound you from the start to the finitzed finish.  So sometimes it takes the stakes of self-finesse to endure and enjoin the many roots of self and self-virtue and flamboyance.  If one goes after the certainty and sentiment of grace and grant we find gratuity to found and focus for all the theme of thought and theory.  From the fortune and fathom of virtue, fortitude and force of determination helps to be certain if not successful.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The many asterisks to fundamental and acute wrtinng, the understanding, issues and incentives...

 
 
 
  There are many limitations to times, terms and tomes from which instances and vestigial takes its natural elaborate shape.  One purports in a natural style of self-vision and vocal.  But in each instance we may come to afford demand and dimension for which we may find a 'mystery'...  E.W. is now a enterprising-study and demonstration of focus and self-facetive virtues.  We get tired of following-the-leader teachings.  One must be one's best-mentor, we see into ourselves because that's how we were born.  And we are born to pursue self-excellence by pure-compunction and self-virtual...  Making ourselves the 'prime'-center we foresee and find instrumental focuse above all others.  So we can see beyond borders and pilans and see the full-ocean and vast seas of self-virtuality.  We should not be unplausible but forceful and fortune, for that which we determinative assertve and vocally, pursue.  We are all grand-beings, seeking to understand God-given talents.  A universal-being with autonomous powers and advanced-curlian powers.  By the exact terms and tentatives foreshadowed, shined and enlightened.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Of the issues of talent and tempest...




    From the original skills exposed in one's original work to the profeasance of craft, care and creation one grows to know what is best for oneself and those that they perform.  It is a cretatorial-digest and in an overcoming expound.  What, from which, human logic goes one step-further...  Whether from logic, lament or love, one encounters these obsolescencies of injuring...and the 'ideals' that only can be of a fortunate-founding...  That wonderful things that come out of one's liberal ageal is not suspect; but is the logical-intent, is an adverse-superlative for which social-contention and civil-judgment can only be undaunted by the impression of self-function and focused-fruition.  A duty and deriving of sincere and assertive understanding in the policy and politics; for original and oracle in the many facets of commandment, comprehension and comprising;which are fully, defined by pretense and practice.. That, in no case, does the function, 'match', a largesse of the self-liturgy by what is framed, and in a self-fortitude.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The exaggerated musings...

  Many times we become enthralled in inward observation that we lose sight of the exacting fortune of objective-incentive.  In ways that we begin in a fragmented installment.  From the time of youth to old age, we become installed in misafforded distentions.  We look for ways out of our personal misgivings which we chose to survive by.  But if only with a true-vision of contemplation, seeing the ins and outs of what makes us 'think' in the first-place do we start to form in visionary formative.  We are children of past-thoughts, former-remissions and disalloted confusion that we ask our minds to stand and deliver, and if were lucky we can remold what had been interpretative.  In force and mission we over take what was once gentle, and serene.  We grow and conclude in a sensation, sensing and sentimentality.  So we must forgive and foment and discharge in renewed mastery.  In that sophisticate, associative and success we find and deliver the design and determination to it all.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

What makes an ideal wordsmith...

 From the basis of thought and form, there is many focal-points to being an average writer, and those who excel above it and fall below are the principles of self-vehemence.  From the moments of burgeoning accomplishment of the form to the adroit commandment and we must ensue a comprising or inter a vital nerve of earning.  That by which we design a transfixing or ordinate a purpose to conjure a vital-aspect.  Each of us, find are own propitiation to forge ahead or formulate the fissions of duly grasped and actions to reallocate in commission.  The way we attain and objectify doable and durable substance in writing.  When we voyage out in the words, passages and meanings we confer and afford the determinant discipline to materialize a cause and completion.  The ideal-word-smith comes from the eluding below the surface and the substantial of text, terms and ideas in commutative pact.  We must come to the point where idioms and ideas reach a sufficient contact with intrinsic and innate vision.

  As we come to first, test then come to trial of testment to how we reach a true impact and imposing we are holders of a treatise attained to all its own and accounting and accomplished in intent and actual.  We as word 'portrayer', vivify and vitalize the written, linear and enamored relative-designs. We build the muscle of mentality and exert a refined facilitation for which in depths and price reach a one true need.  And dominate a enduring sense of obligate objective.  Reading each word, forging every design and deriving an instrumental insisting.  For which virtual parallels no longer suit affix or affinity that once subjugate in once civil instance...  We each are such people, living breathing and going through everyday in longing and laxness nominally, conferring a contraction instead of a intentional pro-faction.

  It is the literary-idea of writing's hope.  That among the many factors, focuses and fulfillments there is the punctual, perceptive and inceptive purpose which is drawn together among thoughts and theories.  The developmental drive to out-span and essence the independent comprehending from which the many erected facets are held.  When we see beyond the outside placard and become the vitalized-visionary which with determination allows us to take commandment of the sustenance art.  If we commit, calculate, conceptualize and cement the eviscerate cause rescinded in time, temptation and template.  As growing being we assize the vital-virtue of manifest and meaning so we may outdo and underscore and affirm the necessity to be plural-artist in word-smith form.  Our ideas are conform to imprint but our best incentives cause us to go farther and define are personal sway and form, to a dissertation in an implicative and ideal form for which we have entirety of care and concern.  And we are personifier of a legitimate cause.