Earthquakes shake Texas town on Thanksgiving, and fracking might be to blame

man made earthquakes, as if we don’t have enough to worry about, any wisdom out there, any?


Residents of a rural northern Texas area were awoken early on Thanksgiving by not one but two earthquakes. Such quakes have become alarmingly normal during the past month, and fracking practices could be to blame.

From CBS Dallas / Fort Worth:

North Texas has been feeling a string of earthquakes — more than a dozen — over the past few weeks. Most have been centered around Azle, with the most recent [previous] one being on Tuesday morning. All of those quakes have registered between 2.0 and 3.6 in magnitude. Those who live in the small town have grown concerned.

Azle leaders have called on state officials to have geologists investigate the cause of these quakes. “The citizens are concerned,” said Azle Assistant City Manager Lawrence Bryant at a city council meeting. “They should be.”

“If it’s a man-made cause, it would be nice to know,” Bryant added.

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New Girl

She wanders in,

checks the money,

hopes it’s enough,

how much she enquires,

enough she orders one,

 sixteen she’s been with friends,

 it’s late in the evening

she’s anxious about going home,

 I told you she was

 no use she’s late again,

 her mother shakes the bottle,

go to the off licence she grins,

throws the bottle after him

don’t have a small one

the chips are steaming

filled with the smell of vinegar

she bites they are so hot

won’t be going to dance tonight,

let me get through she sighs,

a star flies across the sky

was it meant for her,

she dreams and smiles,

don’t understand man

I left my money at home,

bar tender remonstrates

goes over to the boss instead,

Johnny smiles ollie smiles back

 it’s fine he shouts,

Johnny is on his way out,

chips are done

she reaches her street,

tucked into her tummy

she’s had enough to eat,

freezes when she see’s him

her mother’s new boyfriend,

 the bag that he is carrying

 can be heard by everyone,

coming home at this hour,

mother from the top of her lungs,

 Johnny gets in on the action

no respect for your mother,

even yourself darling

 a can you can hear pop,

 she climbs the stairs quietly

 her feelings held tightly  

one day she hopes

 a prayer in her heart,

 one day and I’ll make a new start

 When children want to run, it’s usually for good reason, listen. Image

The Wanted

Rolling the waves of love,

can sweep you anywhere,

sometimes off your feet,

heady heights that place you with stars,

the downward spiral when it falls,

never give up life is a long tale,

heart is meant to be growing,

not an object of desire but a living feeling,

that is meant for all,

in between we are beaten down,

the news and the views the sleazy storm,

the apathy of the intelligencia,

and the way they beat us all down,

the fickle and sold out types,

using feelings to undermine all,

it’s the way of life 

they so often repeat,

the constant beat  is  mantra,

 steal it some one will want it,

 not the plan God Most High wanted,

but it’s so hard to avoid,

particularly when the talented sold out

the sleazy grin of the cheating father,

the presents he gives,

the love he stole,

the wife unwanted,

a bearer of children and little else,

 she puts up with it,

cause children need her, well,

heaven is real

 God doesn’t cheat,

particularly if your one of the wanted. 


IMG_5243To the thankful, where do you start, the joy of a great mother, a miraculous escape, the ability to walk unaided, the smile on a friends face, the greeting of a friendly heart, the emotion of a tearful welcome, a merging with another heart, the help from mystic sources, when my head is on a plate, the trust of some great angels, the love that went so many places, the hero’s that light my path, the sacrifice of many over the ages, glad to eat regularly, the sureness of hope that eases worry, to the thanksgiving, great to celebrate near and far, freedom to chose freedom to dream, laughter that’s contagious that wants to last and last, certainty of Love that has no replacement, but just grows and grows, and that’s what I call a fairly normal day, there’s a lot to give thanks to, just don’t forget to include the great One, the Lord God Most High ruler of all ages, amen.

The Power of Love

ImageThe power of love

potential of the human heart

The fear that love can create,

The hurt that never forgets,

Rejoice if you hurt inside

It means you bleed sometime

a luxury if you still feel that way

not the cure of a therapist

they are always looking for victims

the excuses we come up with

the experts who all agree on the matter

the threat that is used if they tell the truth

the power of love can overcome all that

and will leave you happy all day

the power of love

when you use it right


purely divine

God Given


The Flight

use your imagination



The Flight of the Spirit is Far More
Than this Fragile Heart may Comprehend,
Learning in Limbo, while my Conscience Pretends.
Soaring throughout the Vast Chasm of Life,
Seeking Enlightenment Poured out from Strife,
Capturing Fragments of Illumination,
While Skating o’re ponds of futile stagnation.
The Flight of the Spirit is Ever Beyond
Understanding Creating this Eternal Bond.

Beautiful Original Artwork: Unfinished_Circles_by_ArthurBlue

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Let Mother Be Mother

Mother’s Do


Mother’s do it .

all the time,

they never give up

never on love,

it’s why we need them,

more of them around,

couldn’t imagine them,

plotting to revolt,

were making it hard,

for them to be mothers,

the work only they do,

 nurture, esteem,

wash and clean,

prepare and console,

love without borders.

that sets us free,

in the silly season ahead,

Christmas is about sharing,

 whole thing about love,

it’s  giving that  works,

 mothers do it 365,

sometimes we don’t respect  enough,

 guess it’s a debt ,

everyone living person will never repay,

if every day was mother’s day,

only in a fairy tale my son,

well mother’s make it mothers day,

every day year round,

why can’t the rest of us,

do as mother’s do,