My homage to safeway

Today.

Joanne has helped me through the Web Based Training module. I have met some good people, and I feel ready to progress. I've developed a sense of urgency toward fulfilling the objectives that I'll be able to handle myself. My duties will include responsibilities in the Produce Dept. and doing Customer Check Out. I can sense in the participation that I have done, gained a good deal of knowledge from the experience. However, in order to continue I must keep thinking about what is expected of me to deliver. I ask myself, what would I do in situations as I develop an appreciation and awareness that remains open yet independant in the work.

My observations are to mirror what expectations are required of me.

The purpose of prepared division

The greed that gives me the strength,
within myself.
A magnetic force that draws me near;
the edge is closer then I predicted it. . .
not that it is true of my inhibition?
I declared of a private thought:
what desire do I pass onto other than myself!
That, I do not feel in fear of no mistake being made.

Sense of Urgency

As my potential increases;
there's common sense:
in everything?
That I can assume. . .
- this
unexpected -
change.
Perfect work habits of, me.
It is the object of privacy
that I am, convinced it is
a must.
This muscular commodity I prepared,
such method myself to honor.

Prehistoric Sadness

I have a handful of uninvited guests;
the disappointed imagination of the few.
But what on earth required dynamite. . .
EXPLOSIVES?
Such an illustration!
The horror of fragile bones,
fossils everywhere:
how precious the thought.
I have a sense of the scent of a lie.

I prepared the ladder

It is with that.
In that apparel?
Sense of urgency!
How we become;
in my sense of self-confidence. . .
that we make contact.
That we:
together we hope -
not for having feared
- the opposite sense of prioritizing.
The collection of I and we in participating.
I am glad, in taking the opportunity.

Not Dropping the Ball

As I get the training-program I need through Safeway, I see the ball is rolling. It is that sense of being in a team that I have been able to flourish, and I can act my best. I suppose it is with that sense of urgency I need to habituate. That being said, the cat is out of the bag. I can work there with the same amount of pleasure and be satisfied with myself, in a good environment for me.

I want to exhibit my attributes and address the characteristics of a positive human being. I feel ready to make these challenges the main priorities that will help focus on accomplishing the objectives expected of me.

I know I can thrive on my skills and do very well with my job. My positions will be in Deli / Produce / and Cashier.

I sense a good feeling about "acting as an owner" in the company. I can experience that this is an opportunity, in learning what are necessary qualifications I can be promoted. It is with a sense of urgency I can be involved and succeed in doing what I am most capable of in my life.

A lot to say

Mom.
There is a power that I cannot underestimate.
I thank you for my life.
Father.
I have a privilege of moving from the moon,
into the imagination of a decent most caring person
as my role model.
Here I am;
washed my hands clean.

I have a feeling. . .

That for the longer I remain,
unsure about what this world has to offer?
I could easily sit back;
without caring!
This suddle operation:
of a very tired man.
- Flipped on its back.
Helpless. -

The future defined

After today, my convocation is something I will always remember as a day that I was free to make myself free again.

I sat next to a fellow graduate, who reminded me of my late aunt Natercia. She was like a blessing in disguise.

Post Graduated

The marathon is over!
After reaching the finish line,
like a entering an orbit filled with
- palm trees that glowed in sunset.
My journey home?
This is what I shall have;
reserved into memory.
Repressed into memory:
of giving myself one last breath of oxygen.
A supply of living on -
living on one last breath, designed.
The grapes of learning.
I earned an imaginary fin on my back.

Convocation Day

This day has finally arrived? I can hardly believe it! The day I officially take hold of my BA in university as a graduate.

The day will be one I cherish, forever.

Honestly, the brightest of my accomplishments.

Scissors / Meaning

I possess: to have
no memory or vague recollection; -
of a very respectful human being?
I accomplished,
to be my own accomplice
- of desire!
We need a concensus not to have
met anyone like you, before.
Getting away with murder I have no loss
of a memory or the fatigue I gained
in the experience.
Hit and run,
all for the contest of popularity.

Safeway

I am beginning to get a good impression, and I wish flourish in my new environment working in Safeway. I will work in the Deli and Produce section of the grocery. I know I can perform well, and I can provide excellent service. I am looking forward to making the most of my talents. I will recieve this opportunity, with the same attitude.

Provoked into being the thought

A thought crossed my mind!
A thought?
That flashed;
into a sense of what I discovered.
My total and undivided attention to look, again.
To reveal that urgency:
of a greater good.
I uncovered the nature of my very own,
an existence that emancipated everything -
and everybody listened as though the earth orbited
into a rose garden. . .
I lead myself into the rose garden.
I think to begin of my discreet channels,
turn while prayed upon.
I created a politician of myself,
by a nose.
These boundaries of which I fight not to find.

Politely in vain

I am going to be there.
But this time,
not without a purpose!
The insecured thought?
The chance of a necessity;
of an awareness that blinks.
A validity:
in the sweet voice of ones mother.
Such is in my vicinity of choice.
I fully supported my error-free judgement,
in the happiness of thought.

My New Job

Tomorrow, I start my new job with Safeway. This is a great opportunity.

For me, I am a unique individual, and master of my own domain.

I will hit the ground running. The sense I have given myself can contribute to my character.
Therefore, I can only hope for the best.

My attributes can renew myself of self esteem and increase my confidence level as an individual. This will add to the impact I feel about myself as a person.

I can continue to search, through my identity, and I will prosper because of it.

In the Zoo-nest

I have retraced my steps,
and located the divine.
My element of nature!
This luxurious environment of,
surprised guests -
not uninvited?
I am a fixture; of the reality.
Like an oscillating fan:
I operated candidly.
Here, I remained.
An inaptitude of passions,
or complacency for hunger.
Famine might and drawed us nearly
apart, together.
That the smell
of birchwood
is of value beneath my feet.
A born alive, natural resource. . .
only made available for our consumption.
Exchanged commodity we, traded.
Of an open wilderness.
It is the presence of fear
that from which I wondered.
In search of an identity
to help uncause myself
a victim.
A victim of chance.
Not victim to necessity.
$ $ $ $
A commodity exchange.
Very modestly.
Most very.
I supply without contempt.
A song without a cleft.
I'm mysteriously shy,
justified in my own right.
Relaxed, from greed comes no need
to want its nature.
The weight of the cosmos,
between a paradox
I golfed a perfect game
for prizes to be awarded.
I was shocked to learn about
- my souls emanation of intellect.
You can hear the sound,
I laughed out loudly.
In memories,
and in song.
I wanted to make a fast impression,
that trusts my language in thought.
It is an impression of no false inhibitions.
A kind of speech of trusted thoughts,
and impressed words through motion.
Hard not to take chances
that I exist.
This rational action of an emotion,
I saw the caged animals
when I visited the zoo.

Tender Love and Care

When it comes to partaking in the ritual of loneliness? A lot for what it tells me of, is a sense of privacy. Respecting the privacy I have come to bare myself exposed!

Tonight started like any other night. I went my way out the door, and instead of beginning to elude where to go to next. I decided. I will rent a movie.

I did not know what to rent, that is no one else's job description. Easy enough of a job I can fulfill it. Though I never have enjoyed the fact, I set up more obstacles then are necessary. I am not very good at solving equations. But I digress. Mathematics is a principle like any other, you start with the lowest common denominator and work your way following the rules. For myself, the rules of indecision, have always played a part in finding out what the formula has to offer. There seem to be endless possibilities yet only one correct answer can withstand the test of time.

The test of time?

The test of time; so I was not as reassured of this moment. Whereas of this moment, my senses of failing ceased to exist. I usually frowned upon myself, trying to solve a math equation. There were rules and afterall if there are many rules I chose not to care. Too many rules: usually make me lose interest quicker than I care to demonstrate any actual knowledge. Everything has a time and place.

What about solving math equations, happened to draw closer to my interest of becoming less involved. Is an interesting story. You would think.

The question of mathematical equations, intrigues me to no end. Almost a kind of ethical dilemma or a moral code. The type of problem, only the mind can equate, dictate, and thereby formulate into a linear sequence of events. However, the true problem is clearer to me then ever before. What came after the big bang theory of mankinds evolution from the cosmos, or the mystery of unaware yet unknown existence of god.

My trouble in discovered the solution.

That's correct! I said, discovered. Not uncovered. The truth seems to me is an equation that always seems untraceable of facts or better yet? Better still! The truth seems to be not only unsolvable but deliberately poisoned into a well. A poisoned well? Yes, a ritual of people that don't care to sacrifice what the truth may truly be, because they are in fear of a more radical existence.

After the grateful explanation you are expected to gain, from no other like you, for that matter they choose not to talk to you based on this unexplained phenomenon of irresolvable paradox's.

My job here is to explain, that on no uncertain terms, people's language often abides to principles without the rules that became written to follow order that exist in this domain. The laws are written, but code of conduct have little justice in caring individuals that cease to exist on the same level.

Some contradictory messages that appeared to be equations, you must follow the rules to arrive at some form of a conclusion. The answer is traceable and simply you must follow rules.

I recall doing math in grade school, and something in my brain, not that it was I unincapable of performing equations. My thoughts were more astute on the method of getting an answer incorrectly. I would think ahead, after the equation would be done. I would look at my answer and ask myself, how can I trace back my steps, even if they are incorrect, but because I can solve them myself even if they are wrong to answer the question. The answer: math is not a question, it is a problem you must solve using rules that guide you. That I misunderstood, because in basic problem solving, questions and answers all looked the same.

I could not afford to believe that rules were made to be followed, unless they were equally as made to be broken. To follow the rules became something made out of necessity. To deduce from an equation, how to induce a proper answer requires a form out of the method you choose to work with. To that end, nothing can be decided without that metaphysical mindset.

So, the answer to question the equation now is, should I fight with myself as often as I would if the job of a man like every man were a slave.

A slave to mathematics.

I would be poor as a kitten. I would feel more not less patronized. So, I ask myself the next available opportunity I find, if someone were to offer me a correct method of answering questions. Someone might give me the power to predict or have predicted. Such as someone telling me, YOU KNOW ALL THE RULES. YOU PREDICT EVERYTHING. I KNOW NOTHING. NOW SOLVE IT. DO THIS FOR ME.

Such pity. What a pity to be a slave. The slave of denying yourself that chance, mixed with the opportunity to be something contradicted. If people everywhere acted in such a manner, every war, every ear would listen, to the sound of a war being fought where one man was needed to stop an entire army. That would be the sweetest sound of all.

Are we all slaves to this undying love of affection, or are we not being told we must fit the equation for our best interest.

The slave of denying yourself that chance, mixed with the opportunity to be something censored.

Only visionaries like myself can do the acting.

So again, I ask the question and answer through the will of my ability, cannot equations be answered directly whereas everyone that attempts to make the answer correctly. It would seem impossible for that many people, for every single attempt make the exact same answer following the exact same rules. The formula must then be flawless. Therefore, no one can be incorrect. That was what I thought, when I was a child learning about equations for the first time. That the questions regarding such equations seemed trivial pursuit. There was no rational idea, that people were probably all going to follow the rules exactly as they are supposed to be written in order to not mistake the answer. The truth is, you must correct the answer while the question is being made. For whatever reason there is a method, there is an equal answer to that question. The answer is always found in asking why the question came into being.

In my philosophy there are no trick questions, only spare tires. Which explains why the wheel was invented. Much like equations.

It is my image of keeping an ear to the ground, swelled. Like an ear infection, that hurts in pain it ached. That is what an ear infection is, the ear swelling, for whatever the reason. I have dedicated my life, to having cured my ear aches.

I thought of - stuck in a trap of validity. I am addicted to the flavor of learning how not to know.

For all future reference both metaphorically and historically are not lead to be inaccurate.

The subject of my inquisition based on principle and methodology through mathematical property.

Arithmetically as I described is an ideological function, is in my virtue a history of competition. I competed against myself in order to achieve what this thought accomplished.

A history of competition I am addicted only to its flavor. A history of competition as it has been served.

Recognizance Mission

I want to be boring?
More of me;
the less of you I can handle!
It is time to go into the disgusting details:
I get the disgusted with this thought.
A detailed hilarity of discussion.
I was discussed, herein the event of delusion.
Those tentacles. . .
like an octopus.
I can count on my hands,
what doesn't bite off more than I can chew.

Hypothetically Obvious

It has been hypothetically obvious, to anyone, that my position in life has reached its totem pole. The opportunity that exists, as I lay ahead? I have to think positive about what takes place. I remain in a paradox of the choices left to make. For some reason: my mind, body and spirit are telling me different things. My conscious efforts are dedicated to eliminate the negative self-esteem. Therefore, I can only help myself explain that doing the necessary things are for my best interest. My thoughts are extremely superficial during this time of reflection. I can only hope that the limits are past me.

My options seem to be fooling with a never ending spiral. Like a drought.

I will not trick myself into being or becoming something I am not!

My political will of changing.