POEM While I was in fear… This feeling of despair, I felt the hardening to care. I trembled, I mourned in fear, but I knew it was here.  Then I opened the door to a whole new society, where I was a minority.  My flesh felt like stone, heart let out a moan.  There was no one around to blame, only myself left with shame.  I tried to reach for the door, my dial could bare no more.  Like stone, like coal, like a cold knife tearing at the bone; to think life had come to this.   What a meaningless deadly kiss, the faces faded from sight, and thus appeared a treacherous foggy night.  Lying tongues and black laughs filled the room, voices broke out with gloom. Standing in despair, I felt the swerving of my heart.  I could only express sorrow, I just stood silently apart.  It was now the end.  Is this is what’s meant to be? This is my destiny?  With my mind in thought and heart in prayer, that bitter hour, without anyone to care, there was only pain and the vermin of rain.  My soul could not

  "Fighting Through The Pain" Whenever my heart is sinking low, my smile must never let it show. Whenever the skies are dull and grey, my laugh must be cheerful anyway.   Whenever I think I’ll loose all hope,  I must learn to live and cope. With everyday problems that may arise, I try to hide my smile or dim my eyes.  For each new day invites me to try to find the courage needed to live by. Then why do I just want to cry? The tears can't express the heart that wants to die. Whenever my heart is sinking low, my smile must never let it show. My laugh must be cheerful anyway. I have lost all hope,  I can't learn to cope. Everyday problems no longer arise, They block my eyes.  I have no more courage needed to live,  I have no more of myself to give. ©  reserved copyright 2024 Luciant Enterprises 702 All rights reserved. Any unauthorized duplication or use of material is strictly prohibited 

                                                 FORGET THE PAST I can’t erase the things I’ve done, there’s no place left to run. Life is hard, but it goes on. The times of the past are forever gone.  I can no longer and dwell, I’ve put myself through hell.  I have to leave my lonely shell.  Go on with my life and start anew.  Live my days as if they were my last, without looking back, and forget the past.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          © copyright 1986  Luciani Enterprises 702 All rights  reserved Any unauthorized duplication or use o

  The Charm And History Of Antique Push-Key Pancake Padlocks  The 18th and 19th centuries America changed the world when it cam to locking devices. The most notorious Linus Yale, inventor of the pin-tumbler lock in 1848. His son improved on the lock, Linus Yale Jr. A mchanical engineer and lock manufacturer who patented a cylinder pin-tumbler lock, and went on to invent the modern combination lock in 1862. Pancake padlocks, push key padlocks, antique railroad locks are not just for function though. The intricate details, t The principle started with a patented on an "unpickable" lock called the "Yale Infallible Bank Lock," in 1855. The patent that changed the world was eventually invented by Linus Yale. Using the locking principle based on a push key. When key is inserted the six ( 4, 6, 7) independent levers move to line up each gate allowing the internal latch to engage and the shackle pops open away from the body of the lock. The shackle slides out of the body in

  Poem "The Corner Of My Mind"  I’ve tried to block your memory,  To protect me from the pain.  Pretend I never knew you, and never heard your name.  But the walls I built aren’t strong enough, And though I fight my tears in vain, The feelings still come creeping through.  And the hurt is still the same. I wish that I could forget you or make you see me now. I thought you really cared, but it seems you don’t know how.  The pain will ease with time, and the tears will subside.   And though I know it’s over, that what we have is gone,  the memories will live forever, in a corner of my mind. ©  reserved copyright 1986 Luciant Enterprises 702 All rights reserved. Any unauthorized duplication or use of material is strictly prohibited              YOUTUBE    LINKEDIN   TWITTER   INSTAGRAM   FACEBOOK

  THE BETTER YOU FEEL  This woman stared at herself in the mirror holding back tears when I asked her, "How do you like your make-up?" She was facinated. "You just gave me the greatest gift, I can't believe this is me, but prettier." As a national makeup artist, it would be so easy for me to do a womans makeup and send her on her way. But what an honor it is as a national make-up artist and give a woman the power behind the brush to be her own makeup artist. Empowering a woman with a force of confidence, showing her that she has the talent and know-how to do her own make-up is beyond gratifying. I stood back and my heart dropped just a little, I just thought to myself, "I can't believe how some simple shadows and a couple of brushes transformed a persons spirit." I smiled and looked into her eyes, "No, you just gave me a gift. I feel so grateful that I had the opportunity to let another person know that she deserves to be beautiful. It was a p

                                                                                      The Timeless Appeal Of Vintage Bow Tie              Bow ties have long been a symbol of sophistication, style, and individuality. From black-tie events to everyday fashion statements, these classic accessories have stood the test of time and continue to be a beloved wardrobe staple for many. While new bow ties are readily available in stores, there's something special about vintage bow tie that adds a unique charm to any outfit.  The history of vintage bow ties dates back to the 17th century when Croatian mercenaries used small, knotted neckerchiefs to hold together the collars of their shirts. This style eventually made its way to France, where it became known as the "cravat" and later evolved into the bow tie we know today. Over the years, bow ties have been worn by artists, intellectuals, and fashion icons, becoming a symbol of indiduality and sophistication.                          

                                  Fitz & Floyd Collectors Roosters And Chickens  Are the roosters and chickens supposed to chase you...or is it you chasing them? Fitz and Floyd collectors cluck, cluck, cluck, following any figure or statue they can find when it comes to those vintage roosters and chickens. Are you a fan of vintage collectibles that add a touch of farmhouse charm to your home decor? If so, you might have come across the delightful world of rooster and chicken statues. Among the many options available, Fitz & Floyd vintage rooster and chicken figures stand out on their unique designs and timeless appeal. Fitz and Floyd, a renowned brand in the world of collectibles, offers a range of vintage rooster and chicken statues that are beloved by collectors worldwide. These statues are known for their attention to detail, vibrant colors, and whimsical designs that capture the essence of these beloved farmyard creatures. What sets Fitz and Floyd vintage rooster and chicke