Finally my last ex-wife and I are off and on dating again. She tells no one, I tell where her circle of friends won't hear back. I am blogging every day about something now. those codes then dan-ur.blogspot.com is where my online words get sent. What is online can be used by other's just realize if you want to get total royalities from me in the future beware I let you use it first don't fight me court, I'll win. I might be penniless but I am richer than most.


Google my name do this in quotes charles e. owens jr. I am not the dentist.
I don't sell the live food anymore, and That first wife still has her page up after over 15 years of it being coded by herself online, before WWW, aka world wide web was around, but the html was around when she did updates to it later, after telnet IP addresses got so cumbersome and all. Yes I am that old. I am an old IRC hack.
Enough said about me ole age. Thanks ladies, Thanks gents, thanks angels, Angels, did someone mention ANGELS? HUGE HUGS all the Angels I know.

When I mention that I smoke I am saying once a week or till an asthma attack occurs then out comes a smoke to nicotine trigger the epinephrine relays in my brain to slow the wheeze. Counter productive most people think, but if you study enough bio-chemistry you will note the side effects.

Tom FM 106.7 Little Rock woke up at 12 noon 3 March 2008 To fanfairs and My own personal slice of Heaven on the radio. Is not going to be off that station till it is someone else's radio.

Recently walked a full 28 miles in a day city streets, newest distance record.

I write all the time but I never get all that I write online or on paper. I Train with Staves and walk when my left foot allows, I recently hurt it and my walking is down to several miles a day at most, I hate being lame, no puns from the peanut gallery please.

Hope all you folks have gotten your wishes so far. If you get to the end of poem at the bottom, send me a note on how you like it at least, us artist love comments, even if you hate my style, laugh at the failures, cry at happy times, water the kleenex with a tear or three, sinuses need a good clearing with a good cry. I am not a man that sheds no tears, not a macho kind of guy.

Long hugs to everyone.



I am free and all running lights are on.
I am a healthy walker, 5 to 25 miles a day.
Still talk a mile an hour or a minute.


Weather,,, rain and rain and rain,,,, flooding just around the corner

Update, paid for the devorce, almost free of all moorings. will be totally availible to date and with a clean slate too.
Hugs everyone.

last updated 11 July 2007 Decided to run for president in 2008! The Free*Right*Now party. Everything that you do not buy from someone else should be free. Politics should have always been free. No MONEY. No Worries.

You know that song, note by note, no worries, be happy now. You know it, you sang it the little ditty, it stuck in your head, you loved it. I liked it. Then don't worry. No lines at the polls. Write my name in.
Ask me and I will provide the name and running mates later.



Update... Have unpaid job as Facilitator for the Little Rock based HUSH.
Homeless United to Save the Homeless.
Webmaster and general foot soldier.
We hope with the Lord's help to push this as a regional and national movement as we get the operation up and running. Give us a decade and look at our record.

Update as well. Honest folks, only looking for friends. I have a friend or two that I would like to be more so, but honor means the devorce has to be final. No worries, be happy now..... in flows the sounds.


Life goes on, been there done that, I am a bit more jaded than I would like to think that I am, but oh well. I am looking for friends first.

Just last week I hiked 7 miles each day, though today I only hiked 4 miles, it was 92 outside.

I am a christian. Getting to know someone starts with an e.mail and then from there the job goes on and the mails become, the friends who seek more than the mail to talk to each other. If you are willing to walk a mile holding hands in the rain, let me know and on we can go.

To a special few females, they know who they are, this little saying still holds true.

To you my friend, hugglies, snugglies, a kiss to the top of your head, in the feather soft hair of a poem's breath.

With a deadpan face I can tell you that the trees in my backyard grow pink t-shirts and as they drop to the ground when ripe they flutter in the wind and become different kinds of Socks. Because my yard is the nexus of the Lost Sock Depot. I got this talent from my dad who still can spin the oddest of tales even some that sound almost good enough to be sitting out front waiting to shake your hand.

My latest hobby is Photography. I have some training in Architecture and Landscape Architecture, and love Art in most forms. Now if I can only download the light playing through the rain coming down my windsheild reflected in that lady's face, off my cell phone I'll be happy.

Lights and shadows
Faces and rainbows
Warm hand in mine
Subtle signs of the dawn
Birds singing in the trees
Where are you when the rain stops

I know where I am
It's her that I can't see for the rain in my eyes
Or are those tears I shed

First E.mails first, then dates, or calls or whatever we use to talk till we meet.

Huge hugs, all around, the driver that got me there safetly, the feet get rub downs, I go by foot almost everywhere, but mostly out there past my front door, they tend to get pushed, kicked, stepped on a lot and well feet do get hot baths lots of the time I am at home, I know feet rubbing, I am good with feet mine will tell you if they had mouths, or typing skills. Huge hugs to my date, or a hand shake, I'll kiss your knuckles if you let me, I am that way, just ask. I am bold, and I am unafraid of what you might say after you meet me in person. You got that far after all, past the mail, past this typetypos.

Then the date happens and the ice melts and the day stands still while I listen for your heart beat between your breaths, I stay silent I want you to be the center of my attention.

First dates are where the ice melts in her drink as we talk about what we like about the day her and I just spent walking and seeing the sights of some new place only one of us had been before. Everything else in the world watches as our day slows to the pattern of dust motes flowing in the sunbeams between blinks of her eyes.

Every day is like that when I am with her.
Hey I am an author what did you expect, Poems or roses, Or prose?