Surprising the things that surface.
Dregs Kegs and More
Sep 21st, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
Horsing around he passed through a portal.
He was not aware.
As it closed, three appeared before him, but these were not the only ones…
We The People…
Jul 4th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
Are we “We?”
Happy Father’s Day…
Jun 20th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
of all the Energy that
…….Mothers are
.
Fathers are the Heart
…….upon which we pin
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…………………The Badge of Courage
.
…….Unto you I Salute
Big Brothers’ Watching
Jun 4th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
“Sir, all along the freeway your car has rocked back and forth, side to side.
“When you pulled into the gas station it rocked. At the stop lights it rocked.
”At first we thought you had someone in the trunk but I said the rhythm was too smooth.
“So, when you passed one of our check points we measured your car’s elevation: it equals that for one passenger.
“It’s driving everybody at the station looney. I had to stop you and ask.
“Can you help me out?”
Smiling, almost laughing, I handed him the CD’s jewel case.
He grinned like a Cheshire cat.
I said, “No, you may not, but—“
He laughed.
Now all the patrol cars in my little town seem to rock a little…
What Taste Air?
May 28th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
Racism is an expression.
Racism is neither cause nor the effect.
Racism is an expression.
Expression is Response.
Reaction
Result
Expression links cause and effect.
Expression birthed of origin begats conclusion.
Expression vehicles beginning to its end.
To find solution in expression one must first taste air.
Give Yourself Permission
May 23rd, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
There is a child in all of us.
The one-suspendered dude is the greatest delight of this video.
Play is spelled J-O-Y.
Chapter Fourteen
May 9th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
“Son…”
Yes, Dad?
“Listen to your Mother.”
Yes, Dad.
.
.
Always listen to a Ninja.
Always.
.
Both is best.
.
.
.
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Life is an Apprenticeship.
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……………………………………….THANKS MOM!
Chapter Thirteen
May 3rd, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
Puzzles are like that…with each piece an image emerges.
Chapter Twelve
Apr 18th, 2010 by Oz Jaxxon
Thoughts are the snowflakes of the mind.