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New Generation For Computers

     Posted on Thu ,25/03/2010 by Asha`di

New Generation For Computers

Posted by Asha`di

No it’s not a joke, it’s a real complete functioning computer tower with 8 USB ports and more. Check it out. So save all that used cardboard folks, cause one day that same cardboard you recycled will come back to you again in a new computer

Next Generation in Computers

The Cardboard Computer Case Mod is an amazing way to be Green and also have a unique looking computer on your desk, without the weight, senseless plastics and dull look.

Build as an actual functioning desktop, this PC is made of recycled and renewable cardboard, thus making the ability to recycle and get rid of the computer a lot more environmentally friendly and takes a lot of the regular components out of the equation.

Next Generation of Recycled Computers

This case mod was designed without ABS plastic, aluminum and steel, which usually make a computer tower and was developed with corrugated cardboard. There are 8 USB ports available, so you can still add all your external peripherals and make switching easy. Besides…it is a great way to care for the environment without losing the specs and definitely have a neat looking computer to use.

Via: 99Express Via: BitsAndPieces

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Read more: Cardboard Computer Case Mod Makes it Easy to Be Green | Walyou http://www.walyou.com/blog/2009/03/04/cardboard-computer-case-mod/#ixzz0jD30rQJE

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Plus other gadgets you won’t believe exists like the one below

Gadgets You Won't Believe Exist 2

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Mans Cruel Hand

     Posted on Tue ,23/03/2010 by Asha`di

Beautiful Wolves

We simply cannot let this happen again

Mans Cruel Hand

Oh such a cruel joke
Man has played on you.
How destructive,
Was His hand for you.
Almost two late,
Man felt His shame.
Brought you back again,
Just as Extinction,
Loomed over you.
Promises of protection,
He did give to you.
Safe from mans hand,
On the land set aside for you.
‘Roam free’ man says to you,
Grow and repopulate this,
Land protected for you.
Proud you are again,
As God intended,
You to be.
Closer and Closer,
Man en-cringes on you.
Less room to hunt,
Man now gives to you.
Survival is what,
Your instincts, tell You.
A small calf or lamb,
looks good to you.
Because man has grazed,
Them right next to you.
Oh what a cruel joke,
Man now plays on you.
Poisons and traps,
He has in store for you.
His big gun man now,
Points at you.
Only death man has,
Left for you.
Survive by mans hand.
Extinction by mans hand.
The only choices man,
Will Ever give to you.
No longer will nature be,
The one to guide you,
On this land that God,
Placed you onto.

Written by:
Asha`di
2010

destroyer of beauty

Link to video of mans destructive hands for the wolves that roam this land.
The images on this video inspired me to write this for you, as my heart filled with tears for the proud wolve.

http://journey.bondageradio.com/
or this one  http://s836.photobucket.com/home/Asha_di/allalbums

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We Must Not Do This Again

     Posted on Mon ,22/03/2010 by Asha`di

We must stand up and stop this senseless killing of one of Gods beautiful creatures before the hand of man makes them completely extinct.

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When Nature Brings a Smile to Us All

     Posted on Fri ,12/03/2010 by Asha`di

A Frogs Orgy Call

I live on a circle,
of older folks these days.
For they all come to here,
when they reach retired age.
To a land that is flat,
with sunshine each day.

In the center of our circle,
a small pond was placed.
To catch all the rain,
that runs off the sand.
Most days it just looks,
like a dry sunken place,
As the seniors walk round,
our circle each day.

Nature played its trick,
on our quiet little place,
for thunderstorms did come,
and poured down the rain.
Filling our small pond,
yesterday and today.

I peek out my window,
to see what’s all this fuss.

Oh! My, such an ecosystem,
we have in our midst.
With rain came new life,
from our little pond to all.

Oh! My, such a scream,
from all those little frogs,
Hundreds and thousands
of orgy love calls.
I laugh as I hear,
those frogs love song,
seeking out a mate,
bringing new life, with a call.

Oh funny how it seems,
to all our seniors’, today,
as I hear their little comments,
when walking past,
my window bay.

Just listen to our pond,
come to life on this day.
A frog’s orgy love call,
to all suspected mates.
A smile it did bring,
to all in this place.
When nature told us all,
with the rain that came,
that life springs anew,
for each in its own way.

Enjoy all
love Asha

Written by:
Asha`di
March 12, 2010

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WoW I scored 10s

     Posted on Fri ,12/03/2010 by Asha`di

Wow, six of nineteen poems submitted scored perfect 10s, (including the one below ‘Bound to His side’ a 10)and several with 8.0s to 9.5s, yes I am happy.

Still hopping one will win the weekly contest……grins

Wish me lots of luck

love Asha

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Bound to His Side: entered in the contest

     Posted on Thu ,11/03/2010 by Asha`di

worship

Bound to His Side

Bind Me to My Master’s Side
By His will, I seek only the pleasures of His.

Passions flames of desires burn deep in this cradle of love,
Only for the pleasures of His….

Through the black of night, you will find me.
Bound to His side….

No worries to darken my thoughts,
Fires of the pleasure, guide my heart to His.
Bound by His side…..

I lift my head and my spirit soars high through the clouds,
my belly quiver’s with desires,
burning deep through the night, awaiting to please.
Bound by His side….

Bind my spirit to His, soaring high through the clouds,
let me please His needs, to get me through this night.
Bound by His side…….

Let my spirit be free,
leaving me the happiness I need to please.
Bound by His side…..

Let His shinning steel adorn this slaves neck.
Let them see my yearning,
to feel only the pleasures Of His.
Bound by His side….

Let me kneel at my Masters feet.
Only for His needs shall I please.
Bound by His side….

Let me dance my desires before Him.
Writhing and turning exposing my needs,
Only to him.
Bound by His side….

Let Him know my needs are begging,
for even a touch of His hand.
Let them burn hot, showing my desires, for His.
Bound by His side…..

Awaken my spirit, to be with His,
Flying high at my Master side.
By the light of the new day, you will find me,
Bound to His side….

Together, in the ecstasy of love,
Fulfilling His needs.
Let time everlasting find me,
till times ever end,
you will find me at His side,
Bound by His Will…

Written by:
Asha`di
2007©

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Wish me luck

     Posted on Mon ,08/03/2010 by Asha`di

I entered the poem Doctors! Pills! and Bills!, plus a couple of others in the weekly poem contest at OriginalPoetry.com. Wish me luck.

love Asha

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Doctors! Pills! and Bills!

     Posted on Mon ,08/03/2010 by Asha`di

Doctors! Pills! And Bills!

I sit here in my comfy chair,

Having just returned from,

The doctor’s chair,

Taking down a lot of notes,

That my brain,

Can no longer, hold

He said to me, ‘you have this and that,

And you must take these and those.’

This one, for that one, and

That one, for this one, and

On and on it goes.

Until I feel my head,

Will simply just explode!

One for PAIN, one for PRESSURE,

Three just so I can BREATH.

Wait! Stop! I think I’m

Going Insane!

Why can’t I just start anew?

Anytime I please.

Why is life, so unfair?

Can I take these,

in the, afternoon?

My body just rebels,

Against all my efforts,

To be well.

I fight back, but to no avail.

One for sleep, one to stay awake.

Who wrote these rules that I must obey?

Where is the end, no where in sight?

That I can see,

In my simple life.

I’m just a poor country girl,

Who worked hard all her life.

So many PILLS, he says,

That I have to take,

Then you SEE, all the BILLS,

Someone please help me, for God’s sake.

INSURANCE!

Who wrote that book, for pities sake?

How can one AFFORD that?

With all the money, they do take.

DOCTORS! PILLS! And BILLS!

This is all the future has for me,

As far as I can see?

Why can’t I just start anew?

Redo my body, so I can be just like you.

To live a life, without the pain,

Before I completely, go INSANE.

Written by:
Asha`di
March, 2010

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Re-Doctors, Pills and Bills

     Posted on Fri ,05/03/2010 by Asha`di

Re-DOCTORS, PILLS and BILLS

So, I went to the docs today, and he asks, “how have you been feeling”?

“Oh,” I say, “do you want the truth, or the flowery version”. He snickers and grins at me, and says, “that bad haa”.

“Well doc, if you spent all your time, being in pain day and night, snapping at those you love dearly, for no reason at all, and jumping away, for fear of the pain, every time my Master/Man
comes close, and tries to give me a kiss and hug. Then I guess you could say, its not been so good”.

“I see,” he says, and pulls out his pad to refill the pills to take some pain away.

“So, then,” he asks, “how have you been sleeping lately?”

“Sleep”, I say, “what is that?”

“Oh!”, he says, and writes yet another pill for stress/depression/sleep.

“Wow!”, I say, “all those combined, in one pill, amazing”, I say sarcastically, all the while trying to fake a smile.

“But doc”, I say, “that makes three pills I take each day for basically the same thing.”

“Yes”, he says, “but they each work differently, so lets see if this one makes you feel better.”

“Well”, then he asks me, “how did you feel this morning?”

“Well”, I said, “not as bad as yesterday, until the nurse took my blood pressure, and besides it

being to high, the dam thing felt like it was going to cut my arm off.

All the while the nurse is telling me, ‘just relax its almost over’.”

“‘Yes I know’. I say, ‘but with fibromyalgia, relax is a foreign word, when it comes to the pain the dam thing causes you’.”

“So then,” the doc says, “how have you been spending your days?”

“Oh!” I say, “that is an easy question to answer, I thank God everyday for my computer that keeps me in touch with the outside world each day.”

Doc then says, “well that is good, at least your not spending the day in bed all the time.”

“But doc,” I say, “why can’t they make a cure for all these things, so I can feel the sun on my

face outside, not just its essence, shinning through my window each day.”

“Well,” he says, “if they did that, they would loose to much money on Doctors, Pills and Bills.”

“I know, it is tough,” he says, “but we will get you there one day.”

Then we both laughed at the truth and irony of it all.

I smile, and say, “yes doc, I know, someday, I pray it will get better.”

Well for me at least, he tries to understand, and I thank God for a doctor who tries to feel your pain,
when he knows he has to give even more pills and bills, just to get through each day.

Love Asha

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This Life Of Mine, Todays Thoughts

     Posted on Fri ,05/03/2010 by Asha`di

My Tree of Life

When I am lonely I fall back into my writing. Sometimes I sit here a read the old ones I’ve written, sometimes new ones come into my thoughts and I put them down on paper, like the others, for all eternity to hold, permanently engraved, for those to read that come after I am gone, those like my dear son, who finally has begun to understand his mothers need to flee from the bad, and seek out what was out there that is good, so they too can have a peek into this lifestyle of mine. With all the changes my life’s road has led me down, like the changing of the seasons until I reached the one life, the true life, that touched my soul and healed my heart, holding me to my rightful place on this earth. So here I sit, even on lonely days in this life I love so much. This lifestyle, tis the only thing to have touched my heart and soul and brought them back to life.

Love Asha

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