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City: Agawam
State: Massachusetts
Country: US

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Friday, July 31, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Within the heat of the devil,

I salivate at the cost of redemption.

No fear, just the aplomb of a sinner,

And the protean of clay…

Malleable to good or iniquity,

Fervid in the lust of revenge,

Salutary to the embers of evil…

Disporting within the finality of it all. 

My voice once carried a requiem of hope… 

But the whispers of acolytes choked my tune.

Gruff from pennants,

Exhausted from grinning…

I venerate the black before me.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Hey there folks.  Wanted to ask a quick favor.  Amazon has listed my book, Life Inside Pajamas, and I was wondering if any of you have read it and would want to share a review of the material.  Good, bad or ugly, I would appreciate it.  Thanks and be on the lookout for the next book, Worn Pajamas. 

Click here :) 

Life Inside Pajamas
Sunday, May 03, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Well, the work has been hard and, at times, maddening; however, I am coming to the conclusion of my second poetry book Worn Pajamas.  The direction is decidedly different from Life Inside Pajamas: A Poetic Look at Modern Society, and I think the work will stand on its own.  All that is left is design and this puppy will be good to go.

In celebration, I will be offering my first book, Life Inside Pajamas: A Poetic Look at Modern Society, as a FREE download from Friday May 1 to Wednesday May 6.  So, if you have not got your copy yet, please follow the link below.  If you know anyone else who may be interested in a FREE copy, please direct them to my blog here.  Thank you everyone for all the support over the years. Without you I would have never found the words.


Click here to download Life Inside Pajamas for FREE

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 

Category: News and Politics
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(Picture from the paper -- Me with a few of the finance guides I authored)



by The Republican Newsroom

Monday April 27, 2009, 5:00 AM

By MICHAEL McAULIFFE

mmcauliffe@repub.com


Credit card debt reached $963 billion in January, an increase of 25 percent in the past decade, according to the Federal Reserve.

At the same time, the federal government has calculated that issuers collect around $15 billion a year in penalty fees, an estimated 10 percent of the credit card industry's revenues.

In the midst of that evidence, President Barack Obama met last week with industry executives and called for sweeping changes in the treatment of customers while one company that provides credit card counseling services in Western Massachusetts has enrolled more people in a debt management program and another company has seen an increase in the average amount of customer debt.

Obama said, "Some of the abuses and some of the problems that a lot of people are familiar with" need to be eliminated, including: doubling of interest rates, fees consumers were unaware of suddenly being added to their bills, and a lack of clarity and transparency in a card's terms and conditions.

"All the forms and statements that credit card companies send out have to be written in plain language and be in plain sight," Obama said. "No more fine print, no more confusing terms and conditions. We want clarity and transparency from here on out."

Thomas J. Fox, outreach director for Agawam-based Cambridge Credit Counseling Corp., said he would like to see any changes in the credit card industry "that would give consumers the ability to make informed decisions." Fox also said Cambridge Credit Counseling, which has about 14,000 customers nationwide, had a 26 percent increase in the number of clients enrolling in a debt management program in the first quarter of 2009 compared to the number that enrolled in the first three months of 2008.

"The increase is driven by the credit card debt," Fox said.

Jennifer G. Morrow, a spokeswoman for Consumer Credit Counseling Services, which has offices in West Springfield and Amherst, said the average debt of clients requiring the company to intervene for them with creditors rose from $22,535 in 2008 to $28,287 through the first quarter of 2009.

Morrow also said her company has nearly 90,000 people nationwide on a debt management plan with Consumer Credit Counseling Services.

Springfield lawyer Justin H. Dion, chairman of the bankruptcy section of the Hampden County Bar Association, said credit card debt can be a crushing problem.

"Credit card debt is just really a dangerous ... debt that can easily escalate to something that gets out of control," he said.

Dion said he would like to see banks agree to work with people who have missed one month's payment. That effort might prevent many disasters.

"Once they miss that first month, they're just now in a position that they're never going to get out of it," he said.


Thursday, April 23, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Tangled in aggravation,

Steeped in ignorance,

Bedrocked in “me”,

I am mouth-o-matic…

Scourge to war torn ears!

Within …

Leaves of plagiarized wisdom…

Tidbits manipulated-- 

Precursors to sorrow,

Spouting from an invidious hole.

Raging against causes I know not…

Fueled by headlines.

Sloths, cretins and clowns –

My voice boisterously rising…

Seeding the minds of the loathsomely blank.

Dark and pungent,  

Viciously porous,

Cantankerously brewing deceit…

Prosperous by default.

Sunday, April 19, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Living in the aqua of a flame --
Virtually nothing,
Yet forceful.
Were I a word, I’d be half unspoken,
Softly lingering on the lobe,
Awaiting your chill to make me heard.
Although I billow,
I am not a cloud for childish musing,
Far more insidious am I --  
Uncondensed fury, 
Hovering…
As am I borne, I quickly dissipate…
From something to nothing again,
Recalling the kettle which served as my womb—
A vile and scorching Armageddon,
Which comforts my passing.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I sometimes forget…
That the soul has a life,
A walk it must complete,
Before diving into nothing.

I fail to remember…
That the air is omnipotent,
A force of the universe,
Unyielding to lungs.

I often overlook…
That I am a man,
Doomed to failure,
As my core is now pure.

But, what I have down pat…
Is that hell is not far --
It’s in High Definition when I open my eyes,
And no prayer will quench the heat.



Monday, April 13, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Broke bread with hollow souls…
After all, it was Armageddon,
And we all learned a thing or two.
We came to know we will live forever,
As the generation of pulchritude,
Who reveled in chimerical finances,
While gamboling in technological play-lands.
However, it was Satan’s jape --
Our time is feckless!
We are a cormorant sort,
Dying to live, with only death as a reward.
For if we had a scintilla of clarity,
We would throw ourselves from roofs,
Praying for a callous wind.




Friday, April 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I died, it was a Sunday.
I tiptoed through the grass
To an end I did not yet know
With a smile the size of Kansas
And hope as big as fate…
I died, it was a Sunday.
Though I suppose one could classify
The doomsday as a Monday
For it was the one day that I met you 
In the chill of summer’s sun…
I died, it was a Sunday.
And I swear I’ll remember 
The dance of moonbeams at noon
As you caressed death with a smile
When you said my name…
I died, it was a Sunday.
So I hugged Jesus 
Though conspicuous by his absence -- 
Whispered you were damnation
Yet, salvation sandwiched in the flesh
I died, it was a Sunday,
And I never lived again…




Saturday, March 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Stalled!
Winged nuisances,

Trapped between pane and screen,

By ignorant philosophers,

Exposing the thrills of boredom.

Slaves to the valueless note,
That nestles their pocket lint,
As they pound Tequila lavishly...

Fools!
Miscreants toward knowledge...
Clinging to control lummoxes,
Who shoot CNN into their veins...
Yelling from On High of their grief --
Saturated in failure,
Simmering in desperation...
As they pound Tequila lavishly.

Me…

Well, I am a taintless sinner.

For the Sheeple have enough woe,
To be corrupted by my deviance.
No, I simply watch the carnage...
Dual-screened and keen-eyed,
Peering into this streaming hell,
As I pound Tequila lavishly...