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Electric Energy - a brief taste of lightening.

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Electric Energy
A brief taste of lightening.

Ok, so I dont live in the UK. So sue me. I do have a few friends over there, though. My company even has an office in the UK that I would love to get over and see one of these days. Maybe one day (very soon) I will. Maybe someday I'll even move there. I've wanted to since I was a little kid. For now, I'm ok here in California.

I'm a full 5'6"; 130lb fiesty redhead. I've got a fairly decent outlook on life. I'm grateful for what I've got and I'm not willing to compromise it in the slightest.

I'm an ex-model now working behind the cameras in the broadcasting industry. I love my job and get to travel all the time. I've met some incredible friends and had some amazing experiences because of it.

I'm also a camera ham, as you will learn soon. I'll always try to answer your comments, so please feel free to leave me as many as you like.

At one time I would have said that my favorite book was "The Count of Monte Cristo" because it's such a prime example of what revenge can do. Now, I have to say that it's still a fine piece of literature, but I like it for other reasons than I once did. I'm no longer interested in revenge. I'm interested in telling the truth to anyone who will listen. That's actually EXACTLY what my own book is about. If you're a part of my life, then I can guarantee you are in my book. Remember that. I may not be out for revenge, but karma will always kick someone in the butt.

I just finished writing my first novel. I actually just finished it 9.13.05 so I'm in the stages of editing at the moment. In the mean time, I've also started the second novel, and progress is going well.

Anyway, it's nice to meet you!!!

My simple words of advise :

If something needs to be done, DO IT ALREADY! Dont wait for others to take care of it or nothing will ever be accomplished.

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Broken Glass

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Broken glass
Shattered dreams
Nothing now
Is what it seems

Heart of stone
Eyes of ice
Never again
Take your advice

Darkened room
Lighted candle
Your picture missing
From the mantle

Stinging tears
In open wounds
Alone at night
Through many moons

You promised you
Would stay with me
And Im left to care
For your debris

Lighted candle
Licking flames
Burning up
All those names

Scorch the list
Toss it down
Watch closely as
The page turns brown

Ashes flutter
In the breeze
I drop my head
And hug my knees.

Broken glass
Shattered mirror
Mommy's sad, but
I see much clearer.

~Amanda Martin
2nd Aug 2006, 22:38   comments (2)

You Don't Know

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I've been on a poetry kick lately - bare with me... They usually dont last long.

You say nothing serious
And then kiss me like you do
You dont know what youre doing to me
I could so easily fall for you.

You say just having fun
Like the chemistry isnt there
Yet we meet most every day
Of this Im sure youre aware.

Youre attracted to me And Im crazy for you
Someday you will understand
Youll reach over And Ill feel alive
When you only touch my hand.

You tell me that Im beautiful
And whisper into my ear
You ask where I came from
Your words are so sincere.

We plan our next meetings
Before we finish a meal
We laugh all night and yet
You have no clue how I feel.

Youre attracted to me And Im crazy for you
Someday you will understand
Youll brush my hair out of my face
You gently hold my hand.

I think about you all the time
My thoughts are riddled with you.
You hold me close in my mind
And I have flashes of De Ja Vous

Ill be happy with Nothing serious
And Im ok with having fun
I dont want you to know my real feelings
For I never want you to run.

Youre attracted to me And Im crazy for you
Someday you will understand
Youll reach over and touch my arm
Before you hold my hand.

Commitment isnt your thing
And for now thats ok by me
I know youve been hurt before
And would rather just be free.

But someday I wont be content
To have you not want to be mine
Im sure youll know my feelings
Before we ever cross that line.

Youre attracted to me And Im crazy for you
None of this was planned!
Youll caress my face And Ill feel alive

Will you ever understand?

2nd Aug 2006, 22:02   comments (2)

Everyday Life

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Wake to the red
Night time has shed
Its time to start the day

Yawns so mellow
Lighting so yellow
What will that mirror portray?

Step onto the green
The lawn so clean
The mower just finished its task

Stare into the blue
The clouds askew
Why go to work, I ask?

Purple flowers
During work hours
Help to speed the time

Stuck in all day
Some people would say
Should be considered a crime.

With orange hue
The sun departs you
Its time for the day to end.

Off to bed
Now rest your head
Tomorrow well do it again.

Alone in my room
My life will resume
When day once more sails through.

Drifting away
Into the gray
Peaceful dreams of you

Amanda Martin
2nd Aug 2006, 20:10   comments (3)


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Things have been a little weird lately. Just as I think I'm getting better and feeling like I'm about over whatever this is kicking my butt, here I go again getting even sicker. Today my eyes are watering, I'm coughing like mad, and I'm sneezing every couple of minutes. The good news? My throat isn't so closed up that I'm gasping for breath anymore.
1st Aug 2006, 20:36   comments (8)

Bill Murray Screams in Spanish

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Last night I dreamed that Bill Murray was trying to cuss someone out in Spanish at a wedding. All I remember him saying was something that translated into :
"Until tomorrow I never knew you didn't have any nons choze."

I think what he meant was :
"Until now I didn't know you were that stupid."

Perhaps it was a failed attempt in my mind to make sense of the movie title "Lost in Translation" that he starred in a couple of years ago. Good movie; odd title.

1st Aug 2006, 20:34   comments (1)

Burbank California History

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I was staying at a friends house last night, and the electric energy from the old home really got to me. I had visions all night long of that area coming alive and progressing from about 1845 to modern day. There was a peace treaty signed between the Calvary and the Native Americans to start out with in my dreams. Then it went on through history and I saw the town around there begin to develop. I witnessed an old fashioned Spanish wedding out in a field not far from the home I was in around 1890.

A cemetary was formed near there between 1915 and 1920, but before that the large field was used for filming a couple of silent movies.

Life progressed, the river changed course, the children grew up, and then there was a hanging around 1920 in a large oak tree out in the middle of the field next to the new cemetary. The children I watched grow up had kids of their own and they in turn grew up. More people moved to the area and the buildings began to pop up all around, including the house I was staying in. The oak tree where I witnessed the hanging was struck by lightening and through several years the stump stood jagged on the hill side before someone started to take pieces of it appart for firewood. Kids would go and play on that stump.

Finally around 1960 a bull dozer came by and pulled it out to make way for an area they would be turning into an addition to the nearby cemetary.

The cars would change every time I blinked, and the lines of traffic would fade in and out of the daylight as the days passed in seconds. Finally the time began to slow, and I could clearly see my own car sitting outside, the dawn creeping up over the horizon. In what had to be only an hour or so, I had lived for more than a century.

There was something that stuck with me through that dream, though... something I have promised to go back and investigate. There was one family in particular that never left the area. Someone that I watched from 1890 all the way through modern day had relatives that always stayed at the same plot of land. The house has changed since then, but the land and it's occupants have always remained within the family.

Was it just a dream?
Is there any way I could be right about this?

I think it's time to do some research on Forrest Lawn Cemetary in Burbank CA.
1st Aug 2006, 20:32   comments (1)

My friend Robert at a young age

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28th Jul 2006, 18:43   comments (2)

Across the street from where I am to have dinner.

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27th Jul 2006, 02:21   comments (0)