I am proud of my home state of New Jersey... I was born in Weehawken. Just 6 blocks from the house I grew up in, on 37th street between Park Ave and Hudson, in Union City, N.J.
Growing up, everybody used to say they hated Hudson County. Four cities, four towns, two townships and one borough make up the hated region.
I never felt that way, though...
Everyone imagined living in the city (Manhattan, N.Y.) and though I continue to spend a lot of time there, the best part of that island is the fact that I can get off of it.
I love New Jersey. I've lived in many parts of this historic state. The third in the Union, I might add.
I don't mind paying her highway tolls or abiding by her laws.
I don't mind paying my FAIR share of taxes to keep the state afloat. I go to the parks here. I drive an hour out of my way to ride my bike here. I even vacation here.
So there is no question, I love my home state.
However, I may not adore every single part of its governing... But, I respect it and I more than respect the civil servants who teach our kids, keep our neighborhoods safe and our streets clean.
This is my 'Freedom Pop Blog'... Joined by my Music/Commentary 24/7 Online Station, 'FjsRadiO.net'.
FPR Writing Team: Introducing; Poet, Yvonne Sotomayor... 'D-CENTRIFUGE'
Cracked and slivered faith
Shattered and glistens all silver pieces
Slow-motioned and fragile piercing through all
Cutting and bleeding emotions leak through
Dampened and cold—shivering and solo
I stand naked, raw, and alone
Christ-like my hands rise with the moon
Cooled, pale, skin ripples thru the dusk
As all the tiny pieces find their way and their mark
They lodge and they burn and keep me safe
But the scars that remain forever and all
Exclude the good also I have come to learn
And so I stand bare with my scarred cold skin
Wondering when I’ll let you in...
Artist Biography:
Shattered and glistens all silver pieces
Slow-motioned and fragile piercing through all
Cutting and bleeding emotions leak through
Dampened and cold—shivering and solo
I stand naked, raw, and alone
Christ-like my hands rise with the moon
Cooled, pale, skin ripples thru the dusk
As all the tiny pieces find their way and their mark
They lodge and they burn and keep me safe
But the scars that remain forever and all
Exclude the good also I have come to learn
And so I stand bare with my scarred cold skin
Wondering when I’ll let you in...
Artist Biography:
FPR Blog 12: 3 Important Stories Involving, HAARP, The DEA and FBI.
Hey faithful, I don't have a lot of time online today. I have about 30 minutes to put this blog up.
(Please excuse any mis-spells or awful sentence structure /':)
This has been a crazy week for Government, Political & legal issues, but most of us don't know that because we spent it on Caitlyn Jenner.
During Bruce Jenner's brilliant P.R. coming out move, the Senate passed and the president signed the USA Freedom Act, which makes section 215 of the Patriot Act seem like a parking ticket.
I'll get into that on my next few blogs...
Just as important were three other stories, one having to do with a theory almost every non-believer discredits as stupid.
(Please excuse any mis-spells or awful sentence structure /':)
This has been a crazy week for Government, Political & legal issues, but most of us don't know that because we spent it on Caitlyn Jenner.
During Bruce Jenner's brilliant P.R. coming out move, the Senate passed and the president signed the USA Freedom Act, which makes section 215 of the Patriot Act seem like a parking ticket.
I'll get into that on my next few blogs...
Just as important were three other stories, one having to do with a theory almost every non-believer discredits as stupid.
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