A poem about the legendary Charybdis

Until the day break and the shadows flee,

thy sailors do not see the moving brine that threatens to end their destiny,

And this was only the mere start of your oddessey,

but Charybdis shall shed no tears for thee,

The swirling waters come to greet,

The small waves engulf the ship's fleet,

They enter the dark whirlpool of Charbydis, she who controls the brine,

She ensnared their souls in a miniscule amount of time,

For she had trapped their souls,

She had ruined their treasures, she had destroyed their prized gold,

she had devoured their hulls and their crow's nest,

she had proven that nature's disasters never did rest,

The seccond ship avoided her, knowing what she was capable of and knowing what lurked inside,

But her even more aggressive counterpart Scylla was awaiting them on the other side.



Poem by Me, Allison C. Boissoneau

I WROTE THIS BACK IN 2008 AND MY THOUGHTS ON THIS HAVE NOT CHANGED SINCE THEN!

In memory of Maggie

Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay it down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each others wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace
So raise the candles high, 'cause if you don't
We could stay black against the night
Oh raise them higher again and if you do
We could stay dry against the rain

- Melanie Safka

Why I like Christopher Hitchens

Christopher Hitchens is a writer, genius, and a out spoken Athiest.

A lot of people hate him for having the views that he does.

I don't.

I am not an Athiest myself.

But Christopher Hitchens is someone I admire.
And I'll explain why.
I may not be an athiest but I like Christopher Hitchens.
He is a brilliant man and I enjoy reading his books.
I was sad to hear he has cancer.
It makes me sick to think that we might lose Christopher Hitchens, someone who is not only brilliant, but also someone who has the courage to question authority and the
"sacred cows" of our culture.
His audacity, courage, and strong character is why I admire Christopher Hitchens.

I first had the pleasure of seeing the handsome and charismatic Christopher Hitchens on "Penn & Teller: Bullshit".
He appeared on the "sacred cows" episode and he revealed the truth about the popular icon Mother Teresa (Agnes Bojaxhiu).
As a result, many Catholics hated him with a passion because he dared to discuss one of the many "sacred cows" within the religion.
Christopher has had many people verbally attacking him and vivisecting him over the years.
Yet he still has shown courage and audacity and bravery by speaking his mind.
We could all benefit from a man like Christopher Hitchens.
Someone who never backs down and stands up for what he believes in.

Sylvan, Illinois

Sylvan is an abandonded ghost town in Illinois.
I do not know the history of this town but I plan to go.

Picture of Sylvan from Google Earth.




Picture of Sylvan's abandonded building




UPDATE: I found more juicy information on this lil' historic gem known as Sylvan.
I found an old antique map and apparently, most of Sylvan's inhabitants had irish surnames.

(Names of some of the people living in this town were A.R. Taylor and Margaret Owens.)

Sylvan was around in the 1880's and was apparently still occupied in 1909.
Sylvan had a cemetery by the name of "Garner Cemetery."


Check out this rare map of Sylvan.

Pretty cool huh?

I.Q. Tests are..................BULLSHIT!

I've always ranted on I.Q. tests and how they are utilized to measure your level of education rather than your actual intelligence. Plus, the theorist Lewis Terman has always made my blood boil with pure anger. But I am a great hypocrite for I took an I.Q. test. My score was 149.

Now here is the shocker: It said my strong point was math! Ha! Me? Strong in arithmetic? How peculiar! I suck at mathematics and I always have. I was classified as "learning disabled" in math and science. (I do a lot of research though on molecular collisions so I'm improving in the science area. I just have a tendency to discard logic in favor of compassion so if that makes me weak in the right hemisphere of my dear encephalon nestled in my cranium, so be it!)

But I find it extremely humorous that I did well in arithmetic! Math is not a favored subject of mine, allow me to tell you that! Ironically, I bombed it all throughout middle school. It was as though math was this large shadow looming over me which I detested with a passion. And yet according to this I.Q. test, I excel at it! How funny is that! But in all seriousness, even the mention of the word "math" alone makes me feel as though I've been stabbed in the stomach with a rusty blade. Arithmetic frightens me. Algebra, calculus, fractions, division......the mere mention of these causes me to feel nauseous and as though I'm going to faint. Science frightened me in the past as well. But maybe that whole high school version of me is completely gone now. I eagerly print out papers on the study of molecules, atoms, compounds, and electrons now. Seven years ago, I would have cried just gazing upon the paper. Every time in middle school when that dreaded evil gold bell rang, I shuddered knowing it was time for science class. My teacher was a fierce, evil looking man with hard cold gray eyes. I felt like a trapped insect in his class. Almost like a beetle in a Venus flytrap, in fact. The prospect of being near this man scared the living daylights out of me. That intimidating authoritarian figure is no longer associated with the word "science" in my mind. I think I know that I'm becoming even more mature because I know how to disregard things I used to fear. I am no longer that shy husk of a little girl I was that Amesbury High school knew. They knew me as the scared girl, my vulnerabilites layed out on me like intestines after a vivisection. But at twenty two years of age and in this glorious month of October, I know that the past is only fragments of what used to be and I know to live in the now. I have matured and the I.Q. test only measured what I was taught.

The Vietnam War

I watched the movie "Hamburger Hill" and there was a scene that greatly disturbed me.
Towards the end, there is a young man blinded with an blood drenched cloth wrapped around his face, covering up his obviously destroyed eyes.
He is reaching out but no one goes to help him.

And I was just thinking about how Vietnam Vets were spat on when they came back to their country.

Makes me very sad and disgusted with humanity in general.

Don't get me wrong. The '60's was a fantastic era with it's introduction to being healthier, great music, introduction to nature based paganism and spiritualism, and the idea of being free and not caring about society's rigid implemented social "norms". Basically a big fuck you to anything negative. The 60's seemed to be about embracing positivity.

But this is one thing I cannot agree with and that is spitting on a veteran of any war.

These guys saw hell.
They saw their fellow soldiers being hit by shrapnel, torn apart by bullets, and god knows what else.

So why would you spit on them or call them "murderers"?

I really hope that we are different today.
I hope we would respect our soldiers out there fighting insurgents and terrorists in Iraq.
They're already suffering enough.

Personally, I just wish they'd withdraw the troops from Iraq.
I don't want any more of our soldiers dying.