Wednesday, June 5, 2013

To the people of 84 countries: My humble thanks for your support.


                  THIS IS FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU: STAND TALL AND STICK TO YOUR GUNS!!!


                          Never lose the twinkle in your eye or the  smirk on your face that pushes you forward, makes your mind wander toward the fantastic and unknown, and be happy.


                            Hold and sometimes fight to keep your mind opened fully to all this life has to give.  Dive deep into murky waters, feel the heat of the sun on exposed limbs, allow yourself the freedom to simply be you in lands that wish conformity for all. Listen to others, yet never ever lose yourself.


                             Be she alive or dead, when in doubt: Never be afraid to run to your mommy if she earned it with you. Though many of you did have bad moms, most of you had a mommy figure in your life. Take strength from their teachings.


                            Never fear being looked as an asshole before others. Make a small snowman on a brick wall for others to perhaps see and smile at when a first snowing occurs. Sure, some dickhead will knock it down before their friends. Oh well, such is life.

Try to notice innocents down every road you travel. Smiles most real, bathed in the light of the amazing, sincere. Yes, this was taken last xmas and it's subjects plastic, made, perhaps in lots of millions, yet people can be the same way sometimes in their lives.
 
(Easter Egg Hunt Girl: 2012)
 
Never forget what it was like to be a child. The world before you then, as your eyes, nose, ears and mouth took everything in as it was brand new and fresh to you. Everything was beautiful and precious.

                             
Stay alert and aware. There are predators that will always seek you out. They will use you and hurt you and leave you an empty shell. Know this: If you follow your instincts as well as your heart, you will never be used unless you truly wish to be. >many feel a need to 'pay dues' as a result of feeling guilty for using another.< Well, keep this in mind: I do not believe anyone over the age of 30 isn't guilty of using another for their own personal gain at some point. Sure, like any rule, there are exceptions to this, but frankly, the lone couple I know are an anomaly.

                    

             Eating is important. Granted, I am sorry if you are like me on this one. I tend to only eat unless I get headaches as I simply forget to eat. I've been this way for years as if you do not live with anyone to gauge this by their hunger, you simply forget. So eat. 

                               
Sleep is also important. C'mon, who amongst us hasn't had mates drift off,   their tongues hanging out while they drooled?
 
Isn't snuggling, cleaning one another important as well as all else? We can do this in so many ways, can't we? By simply being their for another, even that of a complete stranger to us, best friend, lover, mate or other desiring some small connection to make them feel less alone on our Blue Marble, any interaction can make a huge difference to another.
 
At this time, I'd like to thank everyone.
I mean everyone.
You found me from 84 Countries.
I don't know how.
I am grateful.
You've kept me alive and pushing.
 
Stand tall each and everyone of you!
 
Listed in no specific order:
 
USA
Russia
Ukraine
United Kingdom
Mexico
Brazil
Chile
Germany
Malta
Canada
Bulgaria
Sweden
Israel
Croatia
Greenland
Thailand
China
Malaysia
Belize
India
Norway
Latvia
Afghanistan
Slovakia
South Korea
Vietnam
Guam
Philippines
Japan
Cuba
Cherokee Nation <not sure how that worked>
Wales
North Korea
Switzerland
Austria
Trinidad and Tobago

  Venezuela
Ireland
France
Scotland
Greece
Laos
Taiwan
Serbia
Finland
Algeria
New Zealand
Poland
Hungary
Guinea-Bissua
El Salvador
Democratic Republic of the Congo
Singapore
Yemen
Oman
Nepal
Iceland


Denmark

The Netherlands

Latvia

Spain

Jordan

Cambodia

Monaco

Gibraltar

Romania

Israel

Liechtenstein

Czech Republic

Egypt

Belgium

Isle of Man


Falkland Islands

Kyrgyzstan

Singapore

Iceland

Greenland

Pitcairn Islands

Senegal

I believe this capture to be one of my best. I got this from riding a Tram. I have no idea who this woman is. Her smile and the words to her left say it all in my opinion.
 
Thank you!
Mark William Darus 06052013
Go to the Borderline. Greet it with a smirk. Go further.
 

 
 
 
 

                
                                   

Monday, June 3, 2013

Turning grey like a Face in the Paper:Hitting 20,000

 

Eyes Turning Grey Like a Face in the Paper.

Hitting 20,000 visits.

Credit where it so earned: Making a dream occur with me.


     

     Thank you so very much, Dearest Reader!
By Mark William Darus.


 
A dream of mine a year ago was to have 5000 visits on this blog by my birthday, that being July 26 2012. Well, that didn’t happen. Not by a long shot. On my birthday I had about 3,300.

Though not discouraged, I did as told and kept writing, digging deeper, asking questions endlessly about what makes us human. Developing an nonthreatening place where readers could submit emails to me about their lives for publishing here with total anonymity . Both the Predators (nonviolent Psychopaths) and the Prey (the victims of nonviolent Psychopaths) began sending me emails of what they wanted to share with others.
Somehow, Psychopathy: Another Life went global and I am profoundly it did, though I am clueless as to how this occurred…

I believe my sister Holly pushed me on a few things. Keep in mind, a pushing can be a really good thing if you have an open mind and clear line of vision. It was from her sharing with me her disliking for this blog that made the ‘Interview’ entries occur. Taking her extensive knowledge of writing into consideration, I created two questionnaires: one for the Predators and the other for the Prey and submitted them to her for her thoughts. She believed them well conceived and I ran from there. This was in Mid May 2012.
 
Below was my first cover
This the second.
Thanks to Ryn Cricket and Deborah Glaefke Gilbert for choosing me. I made a huge difference to me!
 

Things took off from there, yet they did so slowly.
Once again: I wanted 5000 reads/hits before my 07262012 B-day.
 


About two weeks before my fiftieth birthday, I purchased a digital Kodak Easyshare camera from Big Lots ( a store here in Ohio that gets products that just don’t sell in places like Kmart, WalMart, Best Buy and end up on their shelves about 75% off what their asking price was.) Always liking photography over the decades of my life, I got it and went digital. I soon became addicted once again to a life of capturing images of the world just I had done over the years with psychology and going over people and their situations. It was with this camera, about a month after I had it, I captured a shot that would become my first published photograph and used for a book cover. In all honesty, I did take the shot, but it was Gretchen Phillips that pointed out the anomaly to me in the first place. This shot led to a second cover shot, taken with a different camera. This second shot, eerie in its nature, is going toward other covers.

People often ask me: “What did you get paid for those first two book cover shots?”

 To that I can only answer: “Monetarily speaking? Nothing. Spiritually? They kept me alive as on August 18 2012 I was fired from Progressive Insurance. First time I was ever fired from any job. Note the time frame here. I got back into photography a mere month before the music stopped and I, left without a chair, got canned, fired, TERMINATED, SACKED (as the British would say)

Looking back, I wonder if my blog had anything to do with it? Granted, after the Progressive Insurance observed leave of absence and FMLA approved, I was diagnosed Bipolar, though when I returned, many would ask me: “Wow, what happened?” I’d either honestly tell them I was on a Mental leave or laughingly: A psycho vacation. (Let’s be honest here: What is the difference between those two statements, really? Frankly, Nothing in my opinion. Sure, some wished to know because they had their beliefs and wanted gratification, where as others sincerely wanted to know. You can seriously find those that like you and those that don’t based on their reactions.

Go on, try it and find out! If you aware, you can read them and find those you thought ‘real friends’ quickly become plastic as you view them in your rear view mirror as they fade into oblivion in your life over time.
 
Yet photography found a place with my thoughts.

Creating a peace that shoved me down other avenues.

Places that would cause me to experiment with drugs going further as realities driven to otherlands.



Let me state this : Heroin is a disgusting trip. Sure , moments of extreme euphoria followed by shitting your pants and dealing with it. Really? Tried it twice months ago. Not worth it. Booze is better, and even then the lack with beer as a gateway. Allergic to weed, so this avenue is a closed steel fence.

 
The entries after figuring how to post my photographs and words seemed to hit better.

 
Well, we somehow hit 20,000 reads, you and I. We did this together.


I’m so glad I’m not what others see as normal. I'm so glad I don't belong!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yWUyuTFxsc


                 Through their words/thoughts, so many wish me to be dead. Like that won't become a reality someday. Their words, like a fire extinguisher, hoping vanquish before things spread.

                   Sorry to say this to you: You can learn from evil as easily as you can from goodness if you have a sense of the god you hold so high in your life and what it teaches you.

                   Of all the organized religions out there, Christianity and their self proclaimed servants of Christ find me most evil and a child of Satan. Most often in their emails to me, they'd misspell things and call me a child of Santa. I'd ask them if they meant The Grinch, and they'd spew their most disgusting of wishes.  I thought it cool/kewl on most lines.  

              So many of these Christians wanted me to experience castration without sedatives, alcohol and to no further infect the gene pool. They became more infuriated when I told them I had a vasectomy after my second daughter was born. It was then they attacked one I held most loyal and still do ever after over 20 years of divorce. She is stronger now as I still speak to hear periodically. Like only 3 others in my life, her being the forth quarter, I'd be totally incomplete. They called her so many names decades ago in regards to kids being with me. The further I explained this to these utter fucking idiots, they didn't get it: I explained she is finishing school, finding herself as she didn't have a chance to long ago, dig in,m grow, get strength of self,  THESE SO CALLED CHRISTIANS wanted to fry her ass like a witch in colonial Boston Mass (probably not historically correct, but you get my meaning,.)


                  Religion is what you may hold as the back stop to your heart and mind. That is a good thing as you hold it firmly in your life. Carry on, carry on.... Does your religion and faith breed Hatred against others? If it does, perhaps you should reconsider things in you heart and mind as your parents taught you otherwise. Sure, question things as they appear to you. Christ in Christianity gave us free will. Yet, take it a step further if you can.

               I have friends that are held over decades in sound standing, gay, whores, stupid and wise, serious sinners and psychopaths, drug addicts, saints, enlightened, educated and uneducated and ignorant and totally windswept of sincere guidance. Because they chose a different crossroad in their lives  as any of us, are they any less worthy  of finding  a light bulb shinning in their heads?  >> as I edited this paragraph, I had to thank an angel of my past, Winky. The first editor I ever had. She's gone on and amazing. I am grateful for the time I had with her.   One of the most truly amazing women I have ever been graced by knowing and sharing a phase of life with<<

 pPgeon hole you in relation to those you hold most high in your life, memories of them standing by you at your worst, or their disclaimers about themselves while sharing the starkest of things about themselves? And whilst they stood by your side, if their sexual preference for a mate was shared with you, would you  have wished them eternal fires of Damnation if it differed from your parents teachings/churches programmings?

          And if you did, turned your back to one so close in your life, as they shared a love you could not understand, could it be considered an honest fault on your behalf?

                    Could you have done a "LOYALTY 180" and made yourself a fucking idiot totally while feel justified for doing so if you were not a psychopath? I bet most of you did and will continue to do so.

                   Programming is the strongest tool of church backgrounds from our youth, this being a  gift from our parents. Their words, shared  ,we are taught 'mommy and and daddy' and words/phrases like: "I/we love you! and "Don't, Stop!"

                    Like it's not a MindScramble as we get older and interpret for ourselves, to explain questions further.,

                   This could  also explain the increasing number of those gaining Social Security Disability checks under the age of 25 years old in the glorious land of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Yeah, let's freely give to those that  TRULY NEVER GAVE A DIME TO A SYSTEM AND DENY EVERY SINGLE TINY LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER THAT EARNS LESS THAN 10 DOLLARS AN HOUR TO SUPPORT THOSE THAT NEVER TRIED honestly,  A RIGHT FOR IT AFTER WHILE MILLIONS WORKED 20-30-40 YEARS FEEDING IT. Yeah, when those that work for decades apply for disability, it is as they are nothing more than a dairy cow claiming their last tit fell off to prove worthy.

Think about it and email me either at my email anonymously or toss your guts out their in a facebook email. Either way, if you don't want your name out there, you know IT WON'T BE. I WILL ALWAYS RESPECT THAT WHICH YOU DO WANT DISPLAYED, YET, AT YOUR WISH, POST YOUR DESIRES WITH A FAKE NAME AND PLACE.


             You read me, my thoughts  reaching you as you continuously visit. I am amazed by this. You go deeper  as you send me your stories and happenings and questions push me further into areas I am happy to do so, of arenas both fiercely disgusting and amazingly brilliant.

              Those that take to time to read me.

                        You propel me with your visits/hits on Psychopathy: Another Life.
                         
                       To those that comment with approval for this place created: Stand tall for what you wanted posted here and what I was able to do.  You are both Predator and Prey in this digital realm I created not much over a year ago.

            Call me an idiot, perhaps a sincere Predator thatlearned from being Prey, tell me how we do not need one another to exist completely.

             Well, I need to shut this entry down and find photographs for it.

             I did not hit over 20,000 hits without help.

             Though there is an obscure order, pay it no attention.

             To the bringer of both darkness and light to me and what I can learn from them both in every aspect of my small life. I owe everything I do to you and gifts you bring me.

             A few days ago, I had a f-book friend that described me for having 'tenacity' with my photography. I'd share that opinion in regards to my words and life in general.

                                                    My Humble Thanks:

             To the Rose family. Well, don't any of you ever hesitate to call me as Dave won't when he'd like help. He's an Alpha male. Like I care about that! I will always and continously do so help him at any point in his families life.

                     He and I are not friends.

                     David and I are not brothers.

                     I cannot say I love this man.

                     I would freely, without question, die for he or his family

                     Toss out kidney, lung, blood

                      that they could live.

                      I would have died decades ago without them.....

                      I hold he and his family highest in my life.


                    To Winky. My first editor, best friend over decades with so few in my fall-outs proving themselves worthy to me.

             To my Children: Learn things faster than I did. Expand your mind and freely ask questions. Work hard to achieve your desires and most importantly, your dreams!

                  My sister: You've always been somewhat supportive of me, yet still. Holly, I cooked a dinner for you and your man a year Feb 2012 and as a result of an email I sent to, having a Masters in Communication, I have tried and failed for months to cook for you. I know I do not suck as a cook. Still, I thank you nonetheless for the blog 20,000 reads.

                In all honesty: my sister Heidi doesn't like my blog. In truth, she really has nothing to share about this with me.

                Michelle K: you are mostly quiet on the blog. I know you don't like it.

               Dave T: Thanks for asking me questions about Tara.

               Gretchen:  You don't understand it yet you know it means something to me: THANKS FOR TELLING ME WHEN I BROKE THE 20 THOUSAND BARRIER!  \

                    Gretchen: you did this knowing full well i do not love you or anyone else. You just did as you did. You have managed to do that long enough with me that cut a hole in me.

                 You, an idiot.

                 Me with a grand immune system and also an idiot.

                You taught and hammered home something I have a difficult time with , though I freely exclaim it; Human beings are replacable!

                   In this world, we are actor and fakers to one another. We either do this willingly or foolishly, yet we do it nonetheless.,

                      I have no love in me.

                      but still i have hope...

                        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EezQX8_QPRQ


                          I would like to thank the people of this world that have taken the time to read words and see my photographs and continuously do so. You've given me a reason to believe in humanity once again.
                     Mark William Darus 0602052013














Friday, May 31, 2013

Sonnet Of Love Lost. by Anonymous


Sonnet of Love Lost: Love Found

As I layeth here in the solitude of my own room

There comes a heaviness over my Body and Soul

A grief so great, I fear, as my Heart doth threaten to break

Even so, Love rends apart my Spirit and Soul.

Thou Lov'st elsewhere, and therefore, Fly'st from Me.


One Year Ago, My Love Began, and now, is this the end?

I tell Thee that though, All my friends prayed me a boon.

Thou shoulds't not have the thing that Thou dos't hope

When the end comes, recall how it began,

for a woman's, weaker than a Man.

He needs Me, Calls Me, Loves Me: LET ME GO!!


Now My Heart is heavy for Him that I have sent away

And, If Thou can, then keep thyself from me.

I feel the dagger in my side, Oh hate me not my heart,

it IS burning me, God is my witness, that I will not yield.

And Now at once give Joy to all my grief.

Let My soul fly and my Mind be set Free.


Oh how fickle a Woman, Thou must think of me

Yet Look in the Mirror, Tell Me what You See!

I might command my case:

Except what proves that I Belong to Me.

Because My Heart, with inmost Love doth Sigh,

An Important Meeting of the Mind.


I Bare and Share All that I Am

Learn then that I shall give of my Heart Purely

Tomorrow early in the morn, I Shall know, What Thou Art
And if this place be real, or Nothings Worth.

I Shall dwell in my condition through Love.


Be justified and set in order, because My Heart is the Friend that Warmeth

When My soul Stands with all acts reviewed, then may I Plead:

As Though from He, Thee came.


No real comparison is truly made, for one is not like the other.

I Hear in every space, New Verses finding Voice:

From every branch around and above,

The birds contend in song.


My Heart will pant and yearn, a THING is in my mind.

To feel my joy again, that which I Almost put away

I liken to a room of mirrors, Looking, Seeing, Peering,

To what was in front, to the side and behind

Now I see within my Mind, I can Smile Again.


Oh how Wondrous is the warmth of the Sun

Upon My Face, for so long, I had none.

My Heart is Burning Me, I seem So Brave and Gay.

Remember the Sweet Rhymes Our Lips Make on this Day.


I felt a Spirit of Kinship begin to stir,

Within My Mind, Longtime unfed till now.

And saw Love coming towards me, Fair and Fain,

(That I knew him in his joyful face!)

Saying: "Be Now Indeed My Worshipper!


And in His speech, he laugh'd and laugh'd again.

Then While it was His Pleasure to Remain

I changed at the look, and way he had drawn Near

And even now as my memory speaketh this,

Love spake it then: This second Love, He is So Like ME!


OH Earth to show me a miracle for sure

Give Me something to Believe in

Merely the site of Him, Made my Head Bow

I thought to be forever separate

Alas! My Soul within my Heart doth find,

A strange ecstasy that rains upon my Mind,

That I Say: Sir, I Am Wholly Thine.
 
 
by Anonynmous. (I don't have her permission to post her name)
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

As I go elsewhere, seeking more, doing what I do.


                    As I go elsewhere, seeking more, doing what I do.
                                        by Mark William Darus.

Amber: You are with me, always. Every step I go, down every dark pathway, to areas disgusting and beautiful at the same time. You are most high with me.

Fleicia: You and I are learning about one another. This aspect in my life my higher power said I must do. What ever occurs between you and I and what we will learn from one another will either happen or not in its own time. If you are my mirror, you'll either understand this or you won't. Your call. I don't hold 'love' the way 96% of our population have twisted it. With me, Loyalty holds the most. It is not that I hold you less than others in my life, but time and its tests are the descriptions of what we are made of.



I am being pulled. Yanked sideways as my blog grows. As my brainchild goes on and on. Once again, my words are making a difference to some. These are the crying children of a god most share, they are in pain that I think i can make a positive change grow in their lives.

 

In the last 90 minutes I had a chat with an abused woman in another country. Her and I will try to Skype each other as talking is way easier than typing. She said my words helped her, my blog is making a difference in her life.

I still cannot believe anything I could share might make this happen for anyone. Yet is has nonetheless, and I sift through emails getting larger all the time as I read through them daily.

In all honesty I am not sure what I can give of myself to any one person can ever be normal in nature. I am called by my god: Hurt no one unless you think they may grow from it. >and my god, spiritual father, helped me kill my emotions for me to be this way, for the benefit of others that would enter my life. A disciple in the modern age. < Yeah, some might say it: "sucks to be Mark." I don't think that way. I was made different for a reason. I was leveled out for a reason, at that point in my life and time, and understand myself to begin something and continue it.

I am not a psychologist or psychiatrist.

 

But my god has given me a place of peace and serenity and the grit to do what I believe I can do best. Fear nothing nor no one as I try to find just what makes us human/ hooman. And most importantly: Help others without emotion clouding things and fucking them up. And to do this FREELY! Give my time and thoughts to them without judgement or demeaning actions.

Amber knows this about me, Felicia. She's known me for over a decade. You don't, though. I'd like to face myself in your eyes. You and I can learn a great deal about ourselves by knowing one another. That choice is yours alone.

I am ever changing anymore. I see things differently, photograph them and write about shit as I do.

My writing is Black and White while my photography is colourful/hopeful. Yeah, welcome to my world. lol

Amber, meet Felicia. Felicia, Meet Amber.

I cannot say where my life will take me. Frankly, I don't really want to know. I do as I am told.

I am Mark William Darus, son of Marion and Theodore. I can only be myself and I am grateful I have found this place.

You can be in my world or not.

That choice is always yours alone.



 

Mark William Darus: 05292013
 

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Like I'm Floating Through Life: By Sonia J.



                                 Like I'm Floating Through Life.
                                               by Sonia J.


I thought to myself I’ve never written before

But

something is driving me to Write….

what should I Write about

should I just make up a story that would draw people to read

And

maybe I could strike it rich

should I Write what I feel

what I desire

my thoughts about life

as I see it now…

or how I feel so different than anyone else

sort of like I don’t belong

like I’m floating through life

should I write how its suppose to be written

written with rules and regulations

as society expects you too

.. Or should I just write

And

express to the world

as I see the truth with no hesitation?

After all I’m not a writer...

does it really matter if people read my story?

Or if I have a best seller

or is it more important to me

and helpful for me

to just Write

not hold anything back

because just maybe

Just

Maybe

there are others who feel as I do …

everything happens for a reason

but can’t explain or understand why

even now the reason I’m writing is the reason why your reading this,

the reason why I’m who I am and you are who you are….

Life leaves you with many unexplained questions

sometimes you don’t ask as to not be different

or weird sometimes

you have answers without a question being asked

I guess that can be weird ….

I feel what I feel because I am alive

filled with life…

I write what I write merely to express what I see with my eyes and soul

my hopes that maybe someone could maybe reflect on my thoughts

explain the theory to me

Or

Just

maybe as I express myself I’m explaining it to you ..

you see there’s really no secret

I believe everything every day

every second

that passes

Situations

that occur good or bad

have a reason

a purpose

an outcome …

we determine that out come

through our actions and reactions

how we handle the obstacles

The situations

transpire in our lives

it’s not our job to question why

yet it is our job to learn how to manage

situations so that we can get the outcome

t we require for a better tomorrow

bottom line

our actions determine our outcome in our lives.

Sonia J.

Sent to me 05182013

Authors Note: Sonia: thank you once again for sharing your mind with us. I think you have much to give as you write and express things that your mind catches hold of.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Loud Screams from Silent America. A Photo-op for 3 Girls Missing.



                              A few blocks down: Held Hostage for Ten Years.
                                            A Photo-op with my impressions.
                                                  by Mark William Darus

               Last Thursday/Friday, law enforcement officials opened up Seymore  between West 25th Street and Scranton Avenue. I had Friday off, which is to say I didn't have to report in at 4pm. I took these photographs about 8 AM or so. I was mildly out-there when I decided to grab my camera and take a stroll. I was also highly influenced by a womans writing that a facebook friend of mine posted on her wall. That entry here, titled Three Missing Girls in Ohio, published 05172013.

             As I left my house, craving coffee, having enough cigs, I looked around a bit. I've lived in this house my entire life with the exception of the ten years I was married. I think the only things that change around here are  the death toll, faces of the addicts and various levels of mental illness.

           Don't get me wrong though: Flowers do bloom here, the sweet smell of black-locust tree blossoms are amazing and some people can still smile.

           I believe that, for me, I experienced and enjoyed the most perfect of marriages since July 2012. The mating of photography and my thoughts. My weapon is my camera, its bullets are my minds turning thoughts into words. If you're with me, great. If not, go elsewhere and do so in Peace.

               As I've said before: Let's take a walk, you and I.........

First shot when leaving my place. Looking south on Scranton.
 
Down the road.
 
 Flower behind galvanized steel. Beauty shining through.
 
Another of her splendid flowers.
 
Stunning Brilliance!
 
Church on the corners of Scranton and Meyers, heading toward Seymore. Decades ago, I was a pin-spotter at the bowling alley this church had in it's basement. Oddly, I remember no one from the years I spent there. I guess that is part of my Dead-Zone memory.
 
Cleveland Emergency Medical Service (EMS). Not an uncommon sight around here. Cleveland Metro General Hospital is just a block a away from me and hearing their sirens 24/7 is as common as drinking a carbonated beverage and belching soon afterword. At least at that hour of the morning, around 8AM, chances were their arrival was not from a gunshot wound.
 
Another view of this church with uncommonly clear blue skies. A gift given to me, perhaps, for being awake when I would normally be sleeping.
 
Survival: Life will find a way. I cannot imagine the pressure this plant had to endure to find its place in the sun as it broke through rock and stone.
 
Doors fully stretched and waiting like the gentle arms of a friend. To take one in and comfort them.
 
Looking down the road toward Seymore.
 
The second Church on the Seymore Stroll.
 
Once a part of Cleveland Central Catholic, I did the ninth and tenth grades their. I wasn't and am still not Catholic. Formerly connected with the soon-coming third church on this tour.
 
I just liked this one for some reason.
 
Statue on the former school. I seriously need to do a photo-op on these alone. I've walked by this thousands of times. Does this look like a child begging forgiveness to you?
 
Stoned: Long before weed became illegal. The craftsmanship to create such: AMAZING!
 
St. Michaels Church: Church three as we walk a few blocks.
 
Church four. Corner of Scranton and Clark Ave, diagnolly from church 3. I used to take my children here for their Good News Group on Weds nights. While they did that, I attened bible study. The pastors name was Joe. He liked me, though most of the people in bible study disliked me for my opposing views from theirs over my interpretations of the scripture. Paston Joe liked me. He said I gave the group another, and valid, point of view.
 
Corner of Scranton and Seymore.
 
Church Five: This on the Scranton and Seymore corner. I didn't know they had services in German. I'd like to attend that and think I shall.
 
Remnants of Police: DO NOT CROSS tape tied to rusted utility pole cable. Note the bullet impacts on the stop sign to the right of the photo. I didn't catch those when I captured this.
 
Like aiding a gunshot wound with a bandaid, my city was very quick at painting fresh white road lines and protecting them with cones. Well, go figure, this event hit world media attention.
 
Boarded dwelling on Seymore.
 
A first glance down Seymore. Six city blocks from where I still live and grow each day.
 
You bet there is!
 
Tall cold steel fence in place, not so much to prevent escape as much as to prevent those like me from gaining entrance. Sorry, and I'm sure doesn't describe me well, but I want to go in there if for no other reason: To let my mind do what it does. Gather impressions as my hands travel across surfaces, my camera's eye and my mind to see things differently in a search for truths unseen.
 
Another view of a house I might call: Loud Screams from Silent America. The reference to America simply coming from the Eagle on the front of the house.
 
Seymore: looking East toward Scranton.
 
Lone tree standing proud, Seymore and West 25th Steet. I was taken by this single tree that somehow escaped many a lawn mower over the years and was able to reach out and live. Such things can happen in such a dismal area as mine. One of my neighbors and close friend had a son that graduated the Cleveland Public School systen, went to college and flourished to gain a job in his field of study. This child is doing very well. Perhaps this child should be an inspiration, a human flower or weed if you will, and beat the odds against all costs and make the presumed imposible a reality.
 
The photo tells you where this was taken.
 
Established 2000! Really?!?! I guess I need to pay more attention to my surroundings, though I've only been remarried with a lens view since mid July 2012. I promise I will watch and capture this.
 
Many have been wasted within 5 blocks of my home, and sadly I have lost count over the decades, this capture was a first for me. I was actually stopped in my tracks at its blunt title. It's always nice to see something as coldy asking questions as I attempt.
 
If you know anything about this: Call 216-252-7463. I did not know this person or any of the others that get dead around here with the exception of a long ago friend named Doug Litvak. 
                        Doug and I were about 12-13 when he was cut in half by a shotgun blast at a range of about 4 feet over some asshole 18 yr old males thoughts that Doug wanted his 14 yr old girlfriend. Yeah, I've been a kin to violence my whole life, I guess you say.  Looking back, though I was at his funeral with my mom, I didn't cry even then. He was a close friend of mine. Granted, he was way more extroverted and sexual active than I was then. A wild child by most accounts versus me being extremely shy until I was 15-16. At this funeral my mother and I found out that what Doug thought was his sister was really his mother and that all considered his mother was really his grand mother.
                                Before you make the (in the NOW judgements,) consider this was the 1970's when this occured, okay? Life was different then. Abortion: TAboo, Interacial marriage, forbidden and Homosexuality unspoken. It was a different life people walked. I'm not saying it was right or correct but it was merely a placing of history.
Fuck, this poster hit me in a way unexpected! It made me think of Doug and the things we'd done together. He and I put together a gasoline powered tethered minicar and ran in Metro Hospitals parking lot. We spent hours making it go faster and faster until the tether broke and the car smashed into the side of a black Cadilac. Like all kids that age, we ran like hell after gathering our things. He and I made our first candlebomb out of parfin wax and regular household chemicals and shared smiles as it detonated, feeling the concussion on our growing bodies.
 
It never occured to he or I to use the bombs against others as we grew and did other things far more diabolical. The same can be said about  the many friends I briefly had while growing up. Never once did it occur to us to get even with anyone. We merely wanted to see if what we made would work and that was enough for us.
I will see you again, Doug. And by the way: You are the only Doug I have ever known. Tell me that isn't for a reason.
 
Zubal Antique Books: Offering to the Hood. I found this good and just.
 
West 25th and Kinkel. I don't know who Kinkel was, but that's okay. We're heading toward my grandfathers home and it's ghosts that are telling me to leave. Perhaps it's time I grew. Made another life for myself that I can call my own.
 
Fluffy puffs and striking glory. Is a blossoming weed less beautiful than that of a rose?
 
Yeah, don't enter here! You could die as a drug deal goes bad, some hooker gets screwed <forgive the pun> or hit by an idiot driving while texting on a cell. In all honesty, this is but a Oneway street sign my mind ran with other meanings.
 
The Sheriffs Dept is never far away in a NO Stopping/Parking Zone as eager informants often swarm on them with Intel just a block away from...
 
I actually have a recent history with this place while I was unemployed after Progressive Insurance fired me for Dishonesty in August of 2012. Seriously needing cash, I ventured here and wrote about it on this blog.  I refered to this place being like that of a human-cattle milking ground. Plasma flowing for cash from human arm like milk from a dairy cow, Replacing tit suction with Plasmapheresis machines. All I can say about his can simply be put this way: MOOOOOO!
 
Going south on West 25th. I cannot say I have ever seen Tesca open. I can't say I'm surprised though. There is much money being laundered around here with small businesses that when they fail, simply re-tag and get reborn.
 
I bet it was good when it was open.
 
Look just right of center and see the white single story building to the right of the grey house. This building has house so many, what we refer to as :Illegal Chop Shops over the decades. I'm not sure what it is now, but chances are, if there isn't something vehicle theft related, it soon will be. This street, Meyer looking from West 25th, is going back toward my home.
 
This building has housed so many companies over the decades I have spirited here. Perhaps I should do a history of it?
 
Water Tower of the previous buildings photo.
 
Now a bait and tackle shop facing west 25th, it has been a pizza shop, a couple of hair stylist places and many a bar. My best
                      memory of this place was getting drunk there with friends at the age of 15-16 and pissing off some biker much stronger, older and wiser than myself. I ignorantly planted my ass on his stool though i did not recognize his beer and smokes in front of this as meaning anything of importance. I'd had a few beers when he stated his place here. Yeah, I'm a teen then, stuborn and defiant. I am ignorant to how things worked in the real world.
 
He wanted his seat back and told me to move. I gave him a cocky glance and he asked to just get off the seat. He said 'please', so I did.
At that point he ripped the barstool from its homey place with Earth and raised it above his head.
 
      As I saw him raise the stool above and aimed at my head, he said: I could kill you right here and now, kid. I could do this and walk away and no one would have seen anything.
 
Though I was freaked, I didn't back down.
 
"Do you understand what I am saying to you, Punk?" I saw his eyes, magnificent and looming.
 
"yes', I told him. My eyes never left his. I didn't feel fear even then, maybe I should have.
 
 Meanwhile, my friends were shitting their pants as they watched this. I felt a few of their hands trying to pull me back, yet I stood fast against the biker and his barstool.
 
"Okay, Kid. What are you drinking?" He put the stool down and motioned me to another set of stools. Though i was drinking beers, totally wasted, I had a liking for Scotch and told him Scotch and soda, top shelf.
 
He and I got trashed together, long after my friends left. He thought it unusual that I wasn't afraid to die. He shared with me his life, wives and time after Vietnam. Horror stories for sure, and I wish him well if he is still alive. If he is dead: Go tall and proud as you killed others as America directed you to do so via orders. Know this though, my time-of-life friend: I owe you many a round, okay?
 
Walking up Meyers to my alley.
 
An alley next to Stinks. If Buildings could speak about thier lives, I have a good idea of what this place could say.
 
This field my friends and I played football here. The green of grass was not here when we did this as it was gravel then. Yet we played tackle football and hurt each other as best we could when on oposing teams. Yes, we smashed each others bare limbs and caused gravel to mate with flesh and looked at it as fun. We didn't hold grudges or wished payback. What I believe we did was learn a grander sense of knowing 'what could happen if we..??? and so forth. '
 
Guardrail fence going to my home. Know this: Wandering down this alley could kill you, scare you, make you an addict, a whore, some idiot that thinks having a degree makes you immune. I warn you on this: I believe most of you do not have what it takes.
 
The top roof is the sheltering of my physical head. Bringing it home for me.
 
 
Going on...
 

There have been so many killed, destroyed and wasted in the tiny area around me, as close as a house away. Yet I feel nothing as I write and photograph and send it out there.
 
I believe there is a higher-power for me that guides me. I am sent Angels of inspiration that guide me to do as I do. This confuses so many close to me that I have trouble describing this to them.
 
In conclusion: I dedicate this entry to Sonia J. It was her innocent view that made these photos and this entry possible.
 
 
Mark William Darus. 0522013