RATE CALI CAIN AS A PERSONCain is a DoucheNo ComplaintsI like the guyDefinately a friend for lifeinspirational and intellegentRATE CALI CAIN AS A PERSON
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  AT BREAKFAST, MY GLASS WAS HALF FULL, AT LUNCH IT WAS HALF EMPTY, BY DINNER, I REALIZED IT WON'T MATTER IN THE MORNING, 'CUZ THIS IS WHAT I GOT, ANYTHING ELSE IS JUST PERCEPTION... I AM A REALIST.

 

Mild-mannered, alfa male.

A man with substance.

 

NOTE: If you judge this book by its cover you will miss the best chapter.
 

Native American/Spanish/Syrian/Italian/German/Dutch/Irish/French 
Born in Oakland California. I grew up as an AB3632 possession of the state, ward of the court throughout the California penal system. I love my rough roots which makes my accomplishments mean even more to me and have strengthened my resolute commitment to success. A well-balanced mix of street and sophistication. Gone through my share of phases, exercising knowledge and practicing wisdom is the sum of who I am. I have learned not to regret the decisions I have made. I process my mistakes to learn from them. I am haunted by the decisions I failed to make. I will be the first to say that of my greatest victories & successes in life, some are personally overshadowed by the inner failures and setbacks. But none of it holds me back, it strengthens my resolve.

 

If my intentions were not to be read in my eyes and voice, I should not have survived so long without quarrels and without harm, seeing the indiscreet freedom with which I say, right or wrong, whatever comes into my head.
 

I believe that the human mind has the capacity to manifest destiny through our deepest hopes and fears. Because of this belief I prefer to remain calm and in self-control enough to think things out in a logical method, without losing sight of the human element.
 

Over the years I have come to realize what I look like and how I am perceived, yet my mindset and my presentation are as far from each other as the east is from the west. I look like a biker, thug, brawler or what have you, I'm a nerd, compassionate & charitable. I find peace and purpose in the people whom I am able to uplift on my way through this life, 

I feel it is fair and honest to take inventory and keep updated with the things in your life which are of an important priority. I feel that love, happiness, and companionship are more deserving than the rest...

 

I have published and am writing a few books on various topics.

As well I'm working on a lesson plan for a class I want to teach dealing with constitutionality and educating on law and legislative history. I'm a nerd at heart. It is my passion right now.

 

I make and produce music, and dabble in music video production BaySicMusic.com

Graphic design

 I launched a clothing line called ST33Z , check it out at ST33Z.com

Buy and sell precious metals, pmatlas.buysgoldtoday.com

Contract and document review and legalese translation


Adverse possession and Mortgage forensics


 One cannot conceive anything so strange and so implausible that it has not already been said by one philosopher or another. Here is a brief journey through the thoughts that form my persona as well as convictions...

Commerce has set the mark of selfishness,
The signet of its all-enslaving power,
Upon a shining ore, and called it gold:
Before whose image bow the vulgar great,
The vainly rich, the miserable proud,
The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings,
And with blind feelings reverence the power
That grinds them to the dust of misery.

I think it's unfair for entitled socialists to try & make successful people feel guilty for not feeling guilty... It is absurd to believe that we're not supposed to enjoy the things we've worked so hard for.

And to veer into my soul is to hear these echoing words.

As to the family, I have never understood how that fits in with the other ideals-or, indeed, why it should be an ideal at all. A group of closely related persons living under one roof; it is a convenience, often a necessity, sometimes a pleasure, sometimes the reverse; but who first exalted it as admirable, an almost religious ideal?

There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not fairness if not shared by all, either, no more than sorrow is.

Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common ground, has crumbled into dust and been swept away in the general upheaval and reorganization of the whole of society. The whole human way of life has been destroyed and ruined. All that's left is the bare, shivering human soul, stripped to the last shred, the naked force of the human psyche for which nothing has changed because it was always cold and shivering and reaching out to its nearest neighbor, as cold and lonely as itself.

A few thoughts on life and what we make it.

Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
Life has no other discipline to impose if we would but realize it than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

A fact is like a sack-it, won't stand up if it's empty. To make it stand up, first, you have to put in it all the reasons and feelings that caused it in the first place.

 

Poetry, whose material is language, is perhaps the most human and least worldly of the arts, the one in which the end product remains closest to the thought that inspired it... Of all things of thought, poetry is the closest to thought, and a poem is less a thing than any other work of art. 


Phantom lover:

Will you miss me when I'm gone? 
Love me when I'm here? 
Do you have the touch to calm my fear
Can you reassure by reaching out
Save our love from drowning doubt
If you ruled the day sublime,
And love was law, then what's my crime
How do you feel when you see me cry
Whispering a lover's lie
Heavy heart and deepened sigh
Love, not lust, or let me die
Just who are you anyway
Causing pain day to day
Can't you go, just let me be
It hurts, the thoughts, of You & me
Hungrily waiting
Longing
Looking
Starving while my soul is cooking
But in your shadow will I discover,
You are nothing but my phantom lover? 

~Tubal-Cain 1996

 

I take all correspondence serious and with the utmost regard and consideration. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought him back, so just ask...