Monthly Archives: August 2017

CONTACTS 12:52 08.31.17 A


HI!

Well, just a note to say that I am very tired and I don’t really know why. Really. I don’t. Perhaps it has something to do with my sleeping on the floor last night Anyway, I am taking in some amino acid supplements and hope they will help get me out of this fog.  I was told that they would and, of course, I also heard it on the internet and we all know that what ever we hear on the internet MUST be true. I can tell you that whiskey and CC over ice do not help.

So, what are we here for today? Well, first off I want to thank those who have commented on my blog, or who are challenging me, or who have just decided to try and irritate me for no other reason than it seems like a good idea.

=================

1.) OM is Opinianated Man: one of this entries about life can be found at

https://aopinionatedman.com/2017/08/17/and-then-there-was-me/

And that is worth the time to look up and to read. He also writes with the name: Harsh Reality

2) https://thethoughtfulrants.wordpress.com/2017/08/20/titbit-thought-25/   NOTE: I have reblogged her.

3)   https://inmyyoungerandmorevulnerableyears.wordpress.com/2017/04/22/a-poem-about-depression/

Is an excellent piece to start with researching this writer.

4) https://bjsscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/listening-for-gods-word/

5) https://dirtyscifibuddha.com/musings/

6) https://kgbethlehem.com/2017/08/20/if-i-could-friday-night-poetry-corner-142/

These are all interesting places with strong writing drawn from raw emotions pounding out a beat  that will keep you engaged with questions long past your reading what they have produced.

.com, Amazon, and at Barnes & Noble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I could… (Friday Night Poetry Corner #142)


KG Bethlehem

This will be a rather unusual poetry corner. I will begin with an opening line to one of my works and I want to see you can add a follow up line to it. Also in comments, guess from the picture on this post along with my initial line, what the poem could be about.

Next week I will complete this work. Happy thinking…
If I could..
if i could see the edge of humanity as it stood apart from me.

-K. G. Bethlehem

View original post

Listening for Gods word


While I am not a “religious” type, I am a spiritual type. I don’t believe that organized reality is actually reality. I find too many “holes” in it and I have yet to find anyone who could or can return an honest answer to an honest question. That said, an interesting area to read with lots of connections to other bloggers is at: https://bjsscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/listening-for-gods-word/

A Poem About Depression


Very powerful.

In my younger and more vulnerable years

Sometimes you can’t see the floor,
Sometimes there’s only one top or a vest,
But this time there’s more,
And the carpet is the seabed to a fabric ocean,
It’s as much a mystery to me as my own mind.

Mind you that’s fine, that’s fine, I’m fine,
Not fine as in the void between good and bad,
but fine as in the tip of an ink pen,
Narrow and thin and sharp.
I’m drawing a line in the sand,
I’m fine with being not fine,
but I’m fine.

When that human drive to do isn’t there,
Even standing is a chore,
so is brushing your teeth or your hair,
do you even care?
Why? Why should I care?
When my brain makes things seem so bloody unfair,
why should I try if the only thing I don’t sigh at is the sight of my ceiling at 5pm?

When you’re…

View original post 222 more words

A feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen.


In my younger and more vulnerable years

We’re studying gender bias in psychology at the moment. Gender bias is a form of bias that occurs when one genders behaviour is perceived as the norm for all genders. So for example, in the US some clinicians were found to equate mentally healthy male adult behaviour with mentally healthy adult behaviour. This lead to many more women being diagnosed with schizophrenia and other mental health disorders, as their normal mentally healthy behaviour, differs in part to their male counterparts’.

I want to discuss the presidential election. I do not wish to shower hate over the presidential elect Donald Trump because I’ve done that. And it may feel good to let those emotions and opinions out but it’s not a way to move forward.
I’m sad Hilary lost. Simply I’m sad because I thought her economic and immigration plans were better, I’m sad because she is more than qualified for the…

View original post 245 more words

Do You Know How to Fly? 8.30.17


CHAPTER 1

Birth of an Evil Seed

Delmer Smith III was born July 19, 1971 in Detroit, Michigan to a couple who are now both deceased. He is one of multiple children from this mixed-race union. His mother, Velma Shelton, was white and his father was black. Delmer is light skinned, light enough to pass for being white in many circumstances. The mixed bloodlines will provoke identification confusion in the future when, as an adult, he is the suspect in several crimes.

He is given his father’s name and the family happily pronounces him to be Delmer the 3rd. His name, and that of his father, is a variant of Delmar (also used within the family) and comes from Spanish and “Old” French. It means “of the sea.” The choice is, perhaps prophetic in an eerie way.

The sea is a mercurial place. It can be calm, inviting, sublime, and soft at one point in time and then, with little if any warning, it will become treacherous, evil, violent, destructive, a merciless killer. And, so it was to be with Delmer the 3rd. As it is for the sea, he also will be a mystery to those he meets in life. Michele Quinones, his onetime fiancé, told me as she was trying to make sense of their relationship, “He was the man who didn’t exist.”

She went on to say to me, “I recall one day we were fishing and he was standing off behind me and I looked up at him. He didn’t know I was watching him. What I saw was a man stripped for a moment of what or who he was. He was so soft standing there, a little boy. So strange,” she smiled as she thought back. “He was so at peace. And yet, there is this other Delmer that I did not know or even suspect might exist. I saw him for what he might have been, what he could have been, not as he was.”  TO BE CONTINUED

See authorgordonkuhn.com

New followers or those making comments.


Just wanted to take a moment and say thanks for those who have opted to follow or who have commented on my blog. THANK YOU. I appreciate your comments and the fact that you have taken the time to follow me. You are welcome here and I hope that I hear from you.

Poetryfest   visit https://festivalforpoetry.com/

https://lifetrapblog.wordpress.com/

https://en.gravatar.com/navneetkumarblog

https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/poem-of-the-day-balls-over/?c=51733#comment-51733

Sherry Zendel

and https://easysays.com/2017/08/10/our-home/

 

 

Predator: Do You Know How to Fly? 08.30.17 1A


When I began to write this book, I wanted to understand what went on in the mind of such a criminal as Delmer Smith. There are several first rate books on the issue. One I came across was written by Dr. Samenow  who developed a test to reveal the depth of a persons level of being a sociopath. Delmer Smith is a first class model of a sociopath. He feels nothing where his victims are concerned.

 

The Criminal Mind

Doctor Samenow in his book, Inside the Criminal Mind, exhorts us to remember that “… we must begin with the clear understanding that the criminal chooses crime. He chooses his associates, his way of life, the kinds of crime he commits. He rejects society long before society rejects him; he is victimizer, not victim. The criminal values people to the extent that they can be manipulated; he believes he is entitled to whatever he desires; he does not justify his actions to himself.”

The book is available at authorgordonkuhn.com; Barnes and Noble, Amazon.com

Blog: Thoughts of a Poet in the Rain.

More to come!

Do You Know How to Fly?


A book about a serial rapist and killer.

This is a blogged book. It is about a real killer and real victims.

PROLOGUE

“How is it that you didn’t know? How could you not see these things about him?” Michele Quinones leaned her head slightly to the side as she repeated the same questions that had been put to her by those she thought she knew and whom she thought knew her.

Her face was expressionless; however, her head and right hand responded with a slight rise and then dip as she placed emphasis on each “you” echoing the questions put to her repeatedly in disbelief by family members and friends.

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon, April 14th, 2013, and the one-time girlfriend of Delmer Smith, an attractive, intelligent, forty-two year old woman, sat with me at a small table outside the Panera Bread Company in the Coco Plum Plaza in North Port, Florida, drinking iced coffee. We had just finished lunch at the sandwich shop where we met to discuss her relationship with a man who terrorized women living alone in Sarasota and Manatee Counties in 2009.

She paused in her thoughts, her unblinking, dark eyes held mine in their grasp. I could see in her gaze that she was hurting deep within.

“That is what they asked me. You know? Over and over again.” She looked away and down, and then added, “It wasn’t so much a question,” she said, “but more of a demand.”

A short-lived smile touched her lips. Her voice lowered, softened. She lit a cigarette, busying her fingers, took a deep draw on it, then blew the first exhale up and away from my direction. “My friends,” she inhaled again. “My family,” she said quietly, more to herself than to me. Her eyes were still looking down and with the palm of her free hand she absentmindedly smoothed her dress. “It was like, you know, I was at fault for some reason. I was the guilty one. That is what they wanted to know.” To be continued.