<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527</id><updated>2011-08-29T16:56:37.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Hoff - Words, Poetry and Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry, original rock and original acoustic music by Franz Hoff. A new place for me to share my poems and music with the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-1293487051695111360</id><published>2008-05-19T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:43:55.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG! www.FranzHoff.com - New blog there...</title><content type='html'>Ok, this Bog is being put out to pasture. I will leave it here, but i will not be updating it. Please check out my website: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.FranzHoff.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has my new blog integrated into it and I am updating it regularly.! No, really! I am :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-1293487051695111360?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1293487051695111360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=1293487051695111360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/1293487051695111360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/1293487051695111360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blog-wwwfranzhoffcom-new-blog-there.html' title='NEW BLOG! www.FranzHoff.com - New blog there...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-4654436740158329762</id><published>2008-01-21T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:56:45.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, uh, what's new with you?</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally decided to write in here again. It's a new month, in a new year and I said, aww, what the heck! New? Well, getting out of the coffee biz is on top of the list. I have decided (amongst other stuffs as well) that I want to work much fewer hours. Besides, it's time for a change! &lt;div&gt;Change is an interesting subject. Seem like I write most during times of change. There are probably many things I am supposed to be doing and I am NOT doing them :-) I am writing dammit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting here listening to a song we are working on - we call it the keyboard song, or the song in the key of board. I think it's real name is "It's Your Story". It is one Karl wrote (my illustrious band co-founder). It's not done, but is a good start. I wold love to get some feedback on it. You can check it out here: &lt;/div&gt;http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=721321 &lt;div&gt;Along with some others we are working on. None are finalized, but they're getting closer! We'll be recording and auditioning for a few more weeks or so. Hope to have the four song demo done then! It's gonna rock :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moment please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rock man said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You see what you wanna see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you hear what you wanna hear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we need to look differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see what is staring right at us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left is only that from one direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn around and it is right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is my thought for today. I am working on a bunch of random thoughts/quotes. I will post on my web site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time. Don't be strangers, say hi, have a nifty time an be well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peas and Hominy to all :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-4654436740158329762?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4654436740158329762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=4654436740158329762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/4654436740158329762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/4654436740158329762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-uh-whats-new-with-you.html' title='So, uh, what&apos;s new with you?'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-2729555368994695023</id><published>2007-07-05T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:13:53.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A post, a post</title><content type='html'>So, again, I write... again it has been a very long time since I have written. It is a slow day at the coffee shop and I am inclined to pick up the proverbial pen. It has been a tumultuous few months. I have been doing a lot of writing in my journal - the physical kind. Just felt I needed ot feel the pen to paper. But since I am here I will see what kind of stuff will spring forth from my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling behind a dream&lt;br /&gt;Lost to what you forgot&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten by what you lost&lt;br /&gt;The barrier unseen&lt;br /&gt;I scream but you do not hear&lt;br /&gt;I plead to no avail&lt;br /&gt;You cannot see me&lt;br /&gt;Staring from so close&lt;br /&gt;I watch you &lt;br /&gt;Placidly making the motions&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant of your oversight&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;Engine racing&lt;br /&gt;I see where you need&lt;br /&gt;From behind your edge&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against our confines&lt;br /&gt;In mournful reticence&lt;br /&gt;Tears drip slowly &lt;br /&gt;Down the divider of worlds&lt;br /&gt;My hand slides slowly&lt;br /&gt;touching the tears&lt;br /&gt;You do not see&lt;br /&gt;You will not see&lt;br /&gt;I will watch&lt;br /&gt;I will talk&lt;br /&gt;I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Until you choose to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I like this... It s one of those poems that have a meaning to me that I do not think the rest of hte world will see. I had the idea for this a few weeks ago from a conversation with a friend. I will not say what it is about cause that'd ruin the fun :) But I can assure you that it is probably not what you would think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well, love lots and smile most,&lt;br /&gt;Franz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-2729555368994695023?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2729555368994695023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=2729555368994695023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/2729555368994695023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/2729555368994695023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-post.html' title='A post, a post'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116957121422342532</id><published>2007-01-23T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:06:59.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick thought</title><content type='html'>Just got back from visiting my sister in Massachusetts. It was incredible watching my nephew eing born. Watchinga new life come into the world is transformational. It was even better that my son got to experience it with me to. I think it will be somethign that stays with him forever. I am sad that I will be so far from him and will miss many things as he grows up, but I think that somewhere in his heart/soul he will remember that we were there for him and welcomed him into the world. So this little note is to Welcome my nephew, Erik, into the world - born 1/17/06 @ 6:29am (a Capricorn, jsut like his mom and morfar), 8lbs, 8oz &amp; 20" long. He is beautiful just like his mom! I started a poem during the labor, but it is on a diferent cdomputer. I will post it when I get it back. &lt;br /&gt;Be well, smile lots &amp; love most~&lt;br /&gt;Franz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live for NOW! Worry not about yesterday and look to the fututre only to keep an eye on where you want to go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116957121422342532?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116957121422342532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116957121422342532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116957121422342532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116957121422342532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/quick-thought.html' title='A quick thought'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116698838666113934</id><published>2006-12-24T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:45:21.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone&lt;br /&gt;Lazily pondering&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts drift &lt;br /&gt;gaze wanders&lt;br /&gt;eyes stare&lt;br /&gt;seeing elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;reflecting within&lt;br /&gt;heavily light&lt;br /&gt;where is&lt;br /&gt;what are&lt;br /&gt;how do&lt;br /&gt;when can&lt;br /&gt;powered thoughts&lt;br /&gt;evoke change&lt;br /&gt;complacency stagnates&lt;br /&gt;negativity bars&lt;br /&gt;resentment hollows&lt;br /&gt;anger boils&lt;br /&gt;fear shatters&lt;br /&gt;lift beyond&lt;br /&gt;trust hope&lt;br /&gt;breathe life&lt;br /&gt;be now&lt;br /&gt;be wonderment&lt;br /&gt;be accepting&lt;br /&gt;be peaceful&lt;br /&gt;be well&lt;br /&gt;smile lots&lt;br /&gt;love most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all take this time during the holidays to step beyond the mad rushh to appease the powers that want us to spend, spend, spend and take time to look at what it is that we have and find the wonder of what is around you. If we all stop to really look, there is an endless abundance of things to be grateful for. Me, I consider myself incredibly blessed and cannot possibly begin to show the grateitude that I feel; for all the people in my life, past, present and future who have  touched my soul. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any gift giving this year (except of course for my son) as my world has been so focused on the new coffee lounge, I just have not been able to make time to shop. There are those that feel that this, along with not a lot of contact or calling or whatever, is a sign of lack of gratitude, but those that truly know me, know this is not the case. There are times that we must sacrifice some things inorder to progress in other areas. This is my world right now. i am building something beautiful, fun, creative and wonderful that I can share with the world, that I can use to catalyze so many wonderful things. This is my gift this year... my love, my gratitude and my wish to you all - friend, stranger, family, all - a warm, happy, love filled holiday and a new year full of wonder, amazement, beauty, prosperity and most of all, lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well, smile lots and love most~&lt;br /&gt;Franz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116698838666113934?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116698838666113934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116698838666113934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116698838666113934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116698838666113934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-thoughts.html' title='Holiday thoughts'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116595960566478741</id><published>2006-12-12T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:09:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do?</title><content type='html'>So we move on again&lt;br /&gt;Drifting within the realms that mystify&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;What is real is what we create&lt;br /&gt;What we create is a figment&lt;br /&gt;We are not tied to it&lt;br /&gt;We are not bound&lt;br /&gt;By the chains of our pasts&lt;br /&gt;Nor the held down &lt;br /&gt;By the weight of whats yet to be&lt;br /&gt;Unless we dedided it to be so&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;Be not stuck with habits&lt;br /&gt;You are free if you want&lt;br /&gt;You are the shaper of you&lt;br /&gt;Of what's around you&lt;br /&gt;I am creating&lt;br /&gt;I am living&lt;br /&gt;I am loving&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so goes the journey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;br /&gt;Franz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116595960566478741?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116595960566478741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116595960566478741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116595960566478741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116595960566478741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-will-you-do.html' title='What will you do?'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116444251799051895</id><published>2006-11-25T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:15:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... The shop is done and in the news...</title><content type='html'>wow, hard to believe that after almost a year of construction, desctruction and a lot of dirty work, the shop is done and open. I am sitting here in the quiet. No customers, just some tunes and little ole me. I should be workin on the data base,but I am tired and I need to do something else. I've been starting at the computer for days - my eyes feel likethey're going to explode. Hey... hapyy thanksgiving everyone :)) I actually took a few moments to stop and reflect upon the things that i have ot be thankful for and man, I have a lot. I am very blessed and I do not and will not take it for granted. There is lots left ot do and explore and experience, but it's a fantastic start. Still some of that meloncholy feeling, but the tiredness is shadowing it. I've been working too much. It's not al bad though. I am enjoying it. This is my coffee shop and it feel really good to say that. To look at what we've built. Now I can get it running and focus more on daylan and my music. I actually jammed a bit tonight on the acoustic here in the shop. oh, the shop! Chec it out: www.rumourscoffee.com. We'll have pics up soon. A friend is supposed to post a bunch fo rme. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great get together last night here at the shop. It was so cool having everyone here hangin out. Everytime we all get together I look around and am amazed. It is a great feelings to be surrounded by such a great group of good souls. Nay, great souls. We had a balst playing acoustic guitar kareoke. I have pics I'll post on my site as well - www.franzhoff.com. Well, it has hit the witching hour. I am sleepy once again and I need to wrap up things here. Close that shop (literally and figuratively). Here's an off the cuff - not sure it'll be anything, but it seems like the thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit&lt;br /&gt;Look at myself&lt;br /&gt;Reflect upon becoming&lt;br /&gt;a guitar speaks&lt;br /&gt;look &lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;the change is obvious&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;mostof the time&lt;br /&gt;i am ready&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. well it is something :P&lt;br /&gt;Good night, be blessed, be happy and PL&amp;P~&lt;br /&gt;Franz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116444251799051895?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116444251799051895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116444251799051895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116444251799051895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116444251799051895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh-shop-is-done-and-in-news.html' title='Ahhh... The shop is done and in the news...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116228278383806987</id><published>2006-10-31T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:19:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late night vent</title><content type='html'>It is almost 1am, I jsut got done working on the coffee shop to be. I am tired and covered with caulk... I had no idea what was involved in this whole thingy... ah well, it's been fun and an adventure. Learning lots, getting dirty, sharing lots and I have really been able to work on some issues of mine... I feel like i am making progress again; yet a thte same time i feel like and am stagnating. ... I have that weird feeling again - that, change is coming feeling. anticipating... a bit melancholy. Maybe it is just my head and too much thinking and workingon this darn coffee thingy... but man, our espresso ROCKS! I can actually drink it straight and in a latte it is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;I am ready... I really and truly am. I am not sure for what yet, but I really feel ready for the next phase. I am excited, a tad aprehensive and a bit sad. Why do we humans have so much trouble with change. Change is what keep slife exciting, interesting and gives us opportunities for growth. Growth... I am working very hard on being a better role model, on following my gut, on accepting, on not being judgmental, on sending love instead of anger at the morons that don't know how to use a freakin' blinker - USE YOUR BLINKER BEFORE YOU GET INTO THE TURNING LANE!!!! That is a pet peave - can you tell? &lt;br /&gt;Let me share a bit about my nerw home here is salt Lake. I have made a circle of friends here like I have never had in my life. It is amazing. There is a mutual bond and i feel so incredibly blessed. I don;t think any will actually read this, but if you do, thank you for being part of my world, for your love, your help and your friendship. You all mean the world to me and I am honored to call you friends. (for anyone that really knows me, I do not use the term friend lightly). &lt;br /&gt;I hope I can live up to being a good friend in return and I hope I can share something that will touch and allow the appotuniy/possibility for growth. df&lt;br /&gt;The further along I get, the more I focus on the things that really matter. This coffee shop lately has hurt that though. I have been spending way to much time there and not enough time at home. I know it is temporary, but it still bothers me a lot that I am not spending enough time with my son... He is so understanding and non-chalant about it all, but I do think that it bothers him. I think I need to talk to him a bit... get him to express hnow he feels about all this chaos in our world. Yeah... I am going to do that...&lt;br /&gt;Ah... feels goo to write - even if it is just my rambling... I started a new song about acceptance. I got the chorus done, but no verses yet. Wow... ok, I am toatlly beat now. Off to beddy-by for me. &lt;br /&gt;May we all be blessed with love, friendship and peace (worldly, personal, etc.). Make the most of each moment - love with all your hearts and souls, cherrrish what you have, strive to grow and smile lots!&lt;br /&gt;Good nght...&lt;br /&gt;Franz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116228278383806987?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116228278383806987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116228278383806987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116228278383806987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116228278383806987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-late-night-vent.html' title='Another late night vent'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-116089781028239578</id><published>2006-10-15T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:36:50.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>It is late... I am sleepy... It is quiet... &lt;br /&gt;I want ot write, but am feeling too drained to create right now. So much going on that my head is swimming and I am having a hard time keeping up. I have figured out that I am a rowboat! There are many types of people out there (duh...) and each of us have our own way to proceed down the proverbial road of life. Me, I am a rowboat. I take my time, enjoy my surroundings, make silly cirlces, rock the boat a bit, stare into the water... I always make it to my desired destination, however, it usually takes me a bit longer than most. &lt;br /&gt;I like my rowboat though. I like to take the time to live in the moment. I coached soccar last week as a fill in and it was incredible - the whole world disapeard and all there was, was the kids and me; running aroudn the field like little mad people in total disarray - it was spectacular (this is 6 and 7 year olds here!). Nothing else existed - my coffee shop didn't exist, construction didn't exist - it was all about right then and there with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;This crazy world of ours, the silly things people say, do,think.. if we stopped to enjoy right now. Ah well... I am and have always been a dreamer, an idealist, then I rebelled and became a pesimist and a realist, then I found a little balance andnow... man, I feel like i am in a whirl wind again - things are too hectic, but I want things to move faster - a strange quandry - there are good things on the horizon, but I am very tired of the road to get there. So see? I am worrying - scratch that (or as my friend Karl would say - strike that! (He's the lawyer in the circle) - not worrying, but focusing on too much of the future. &lt;br /&gt;This is arelly non-sensical rambling here, but I need to vent... I haven't really gotten a chance to vent in awhile. Music is auditions and more auditions - had 2 gigs which was amazing - I love the stage... work is all about getting hte shop up and running and it is all "OH MY GOD!!" Urgent - crunch, rush, hurry, now! I do not work well like that - I am way to laid back and when I get too pushed, I tendd to lapse into the other direction... Balance... &lt;br /&gt;Strange how life works isn't it? Watching the threads of time drift along, seeing the interaction of events, the meetings and hapistances, accidents reveal themselves to be not. These last couple of years have been intense as an understatement. No regrets - regrets are for those that do not understand and accept possibility - that didn't make sense as I wanted it too... Regrets do nothing but hold you back from learning and growing. Acceptance allows us to see without judgement - that is a challenge I am still working on. I think I have it inmost apsects of my world, but there are a couple that need work...&lt;br /&gt;Accidents are not... I liek that. Do I really need to clarify? Hmm...Accidents are mankinds excuse and unwillingness to take responsibility. What about a car crasing into you? That's not your responsibility... well, maybe not consciously, but for each event in our lives, there is a reason - lessons, opportunities for growth - things we need to progress. Most peole seem to not look at life as a means to learn, grow and share. Wait... I don;t mean accident literally, I mean accidents as in things that seem to happen for no reason or coincidences... There are reasons for it all, it jsut usually takes awhile to figure it out... damn we humans leanr slowly... (um, myself included in taht). &lt;br /&gt;So, there... balance - I need to balance... maybe in a few months... My birthday party is next weekend... I amnot sure if I am really ready for this - I have this strange feeling that strange things are in the air... Ah well, new adventures andnew lessons right?!? :)) I take it on next week - maybe I'll shjare stories of debauchery onthe next round.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for listeneing... well, that's I guess more fo rme as there hasn't been anyone on here in a long time... &lt;br /&gt;So, if you read this - thanks, if not, thanks to me :)) I feel better...&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful night - sleep well, rest a lots, dream a lot and share love with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-116089781028239578?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116089781028239578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=116089781028239578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116089781028239578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/116089781028239578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/10/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-114895772221291549</id><published>2006-05-29T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:54:39.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post!</title><content type='html'>So, it has been awhile since i have done any writing. Here or anywhere else for that matter. So busy with the new house and new coffee shop to be. I have been working with new people on some music and I posted a new version of a song we jsut redid on my music myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/franzhoff - I'll post more as it gets closer to being shareable. I haven't done any new photography in awhile either. So, nothing really new to post. I felt like rambling a little and thought I would write. Spent the days laying floors in the coffee shop building. I really dislike tiling... I don;t mind laying sub floors though! I get to use the big nail gun :) Then it was laying hardwod in the house for a couple of weeks. Heck, not much to really tell - construction, some music, hanging with the family - Salt Lake is being good to us so far. Lots of very cool people out here and even a few I can call friends - that's a rarity for me. Went out to fetish night Saturday with some of those friends and it was a total blast. I hope to get e few pics onto my myspace account and/or my site soon. Gotta cut loose sometimes. I'l get around to posting more once construction duties chill out. I want to get som efeedback on the new tunes - we've got 4 that are in decent demo mode now. Til the next round!&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words&lt;br /&gt;Float through&lt;br /&gt;Lulling&lt;br /&gt;Giving&lt;br /&gt;Taking&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Drift by&lt;br /&gt;Calling&lt;br /&gt;Sharing&lt;br /&gt;Growing&lt;br /&gt;A few dreams&lt;br /&gt;Weave around&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Watching&lt;br /&gt;Yearning&lt;br /&gt;A few worlds&lt;br /&gt;Drift by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping&lt;br /&gt;Teaching&lt;br /&gt;Trying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-114895772221291549?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114895772221291549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=114895772221291549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114895772221291549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114895772221291549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-post.html' title='A new post!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-114762328655060384</id><published>2006-05-14T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:14:46.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!</title><content type='html'>To all the wonderfull mothers out there - young, old and in between. Thank you for your gifts of love and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;br /&gt;Franz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-114762328655060384?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114762328655060384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=114762328655060384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114762328655060384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114762328655060384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-114374382791884054</id><published>2006-03-30T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:53:05.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Song! I've Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I usually save this blog for peotry and my mindless rantings, but I haven't really written much new, so I thought I would put up a song I wrote yesterday (3/29/06). I am not totally happy with teh chorus and will most likely tweak it, but the idea is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FORGOTTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built on the foundation&lt;br /&gt;Of a lifetime of fears&lt;br /&gt;Standing, grounded&lt;br /&gt;On waves of tears&lt;br /&gt;My sense of self&lt;br /&gt;Handed down to me&lt;br /&gt;Living the life&lt;br /&gt;Of someones elses dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;What I once knew&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;What it is to be me&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;How to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up last night&lt;br /&gt;Splashed water on my face&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the strnger&lt;br /&gt;Who has taken my place&lt;br /&gt;I managed a whisper&lt;br /&gt;To ask which way&lt;br /&gt;Just a starting point&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;The very next morning&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking upon a time&lt;br /&gt;When some of it made sense&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling towards tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Struggling with the past&lt;br /&gt;I can't I can't even see today&lt;br /&gt;Just goes by too fast&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;I havewn't seen in awhile&lt;br /&gt;A memory driftsd in&lt;br /&gt;I feel a soft smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;What I once knew&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;What it is to be me&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to remember&lt;br /&gt;©2006 Franz Hoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any thoughts? Whaddaya tink huh?&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-114374382791884054?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114374382791884054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=114374382791884054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114374382791884054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114374382791884054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-song-ive-forgotten.html' title='A New Song! I&apos;ve Forgotten'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-114145428411718064</id><published>2006-03-03T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:38:04.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time again...</title><content type='html'>I jsut can't seem to find time anymore to write. I miss wrioting. I did actually write apoem tonuight though! It's on my site... I also can;t make up my mind where I want to write :) I can't even begin to tell about the stuff going on... to busy... I don;t like being this busy... I think I am jsut lazy... I am finding time ot jam still and I am wporking on new tunes. I toasted my software for recording, so I need to reinstall and stuff, which I have n't had time to do ... Ok, I will stop with the blaming time... it isn't times fault, it is mine of course... I need to make time. So, I'll go back to teh lazy thingy... &lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing tonight, not sure why... duh, of course I am, universal synchronicity - the pushes and pulls of the universe - it is not so much understanding them as it is accepting them and going with teh flow so to say. So, I wirte... well, I tpye anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I gues i will start with a littel update on my world in Salt lake. It is a greart city that has been incredibly good to us so far. We have made some graet friends (I don't think I have ever had this many friends. I miss some friends from back east, but this move has really been great for us. We have closed on the property for our coffee shop , home and as an added bonus, we got some office space. Now, if we could only get the city off our asses and let us get them all going... I have a ton of pics to post sometime soon of the properties - anyone looking will think we are compeltely out of our minds... yeah, well, I always knew I was a bit crackered... I like it that way though :) So, you can checkl out the coffee shop at www.RumoursCoffee.com - not much there right now except the logo and an online application form - anyone need a job at a really cool coffee lounge that doesn't exist yet?!?! :) It wwill though! We're shooting to open the end of May - probably more like mid June, but we like to shoot high! &lt;br /&gt;I am jamming again - I said that ... working on some upbeat, poppy, punkish, rock kind of stuff. It's fun - still trying to find the golden vocals to go with it, but the guy I am writing with has a great studio and is pretty cool to boot. I went and jammed with a bunch of new age hippies the other night - they;re the burnign man crown (do a google search on burning man - I hope i get to go this summmer!). Started as a vocal circle, built up to a drum circle and then my buddy Dan pulle dout his bass and I got my guitar and we jsut jammed on all tis spacey, trippy, weird drummy stuff - it wasa blast! I may be able to get a recording of it next week - I hope anyway! &lt;br /&gt;I am surprseid to see howmany people are actually looking at this - I've go this cool statistic thingy on here tells - even had a hit from singapore! I wish more of you would leave some notes - tell me what you think - like? dislike? Say hi, whatever... &lt;br /&gt;So, that's my world right now if anyone out there cares to know :) I will try to get new music up on my site in the somewhat near future. No prospects yet for new pics - working on it though. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am pushing my web busienss again! Need web and/or graphic design? Check out www.DesignsByDad.com - Outstanding We design and More! I will have offical office space andeverything soon! So, help me get busier! I am affordable, creative and meticulaous (except with my spelling... I write off the cuff... and I am not real good with spell check on here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIND&lt;br /&gt;A wind wispered to me one day&lt;br /&gt;It spoke of a dream&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and listened&lt;br /&gt;As it sang to me&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To listen more closely&lt;br /&gt;It drifted away &lt;br /&gt;I could not hear&lt;br /&gt;Hazy, like peering into the fog&lt;br /&gt;I reached to catch a piece&lt;br /&gt;I felt close for a moment&lt;br /&gt;It would come again&lt;br /&gt;So I waited in the still&lt;br /&gt;No sound but my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Drifting and playing&lt;br /&gt;A deep breath clears&lt;br /&gt;Tingling as peace settles&lt;br /&gt;Calm is where I can hear&lt;br /&gt;Hands play with air&lt;br /&gt;Pliable, it dances between&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okee dokee, til next time! &lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-114145428411718064?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114145428411718064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=114145428411718064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114145428411718064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/114145428411718064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-long-time-again.html' title='Been a long time again...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-113444928323356693</id><published>2005-12-12T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:48:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought til I swam&lt;br /&gt;In the rivers that ran&lt;br /&gt;From the mirrors that we peer from&lt;br /&gt;Washed away in the flood&lt;br /&gt;Pouring forth from the engine&lt;br /&gt;That ticks beneath the shell&lt;br /&gt;It's rhythm reminds&lt;br /&gt;That even through the blur&lt;br /&gt;That there is still me&lt;br /&gt;I find solice in the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that from it comes all&lt;br /&gt;It holds the key&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have ceased to think&lt;br /&gt;I now listen to that rhythm&lt;br /&gt;and feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-113444928323356693?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113444928323356693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=113444928323356693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/113444928323356693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/113444928323356693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-113443106482431036</id><published>2005-12-12T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:50:27.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! I am updating!</title><content type='html'>Well, once again, a long lapse in updates, but you  know... that' how I am. This time of year really gets me on the reflecting kick... November and December has always been months that affect me. My dad passing away in November many, many moons ago and the holdiays in general... I ponder a lot... The world seems to be getting mroe and more out of control. Everything is getting bigger and more impersonal. true interaction is fading and we are turing into a world of people with their heads in a vacuum - ipods in our ears, cell p[hones, or both. The feeling of detachment from the masses is getting strnoger and stronger and this time of year it seem to build even more. I am really trying to focus on the things close to the heart; the things that really matter. I was standing in line today at Wally World and looking around and I felt like it was such a waste. There was no life. It was lots and lots of people going through the motions and no one really seeing anyone else. It seemed... shoot, I lost the word... ... hmmm, well, it seemed liek such a waste - meaningless and trivial. The lack of connection with and between everyone was non-existant. I want more than that for myself, my family and my friends. We all need ot take the time to look, listen and acknowledge the world around us. Don't jsut go through the motions... LIVE! Dammit! There is so much to cherrrish out there, so much to be thankful for and so much to look forward to if we all stop and take a moment to really look and see it. A line came while driving shortly after leaving Wally World "Our eyes are all open, yet we are all fast asleep..." &lt;br /&gt;This holiday, be thankful, see beauty, love, live, share, see and believe.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am drawing a blank today on the words... maybe later... time to go make some dinner :) &lt;br /&gt;I wish the world love, happiness and the ability to understand - onesself and one anohter.&lt;br /&gt;Til the next time...&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-113443106482431036?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113443106482431036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=113443106482431036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/113443106482431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/113443106482431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-i-am-updating.html' title='Yay! I am updating!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-112623942519818181</id><published>2005-09-09T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:17:05.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what the heck is new?!?!</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am in a new city. Doesn't feel new though... just kind of feels like home. Salt Lake is a very cool city so far. So much goingg on, but I will spare ya'll the details. Just working on a biz plan, getting settled and trying to find people to make some noise with. I hadn't written in awhile and felt the need. Oh, and if yur interested, my new fav band of the moment is Within Temptation. Two tracks stand out on one of their albums, but I can't remember which..lol. Oh well, check them out - they've got some great tunes - a lot of power and dynamics. Kind of pisses me off, cause I was attempting to do what they are doing 13 years ago... ah well, it's all about timing right?!&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my impromptu spout at the face for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features may change&lt;br /&gt;As does the world&lt;br /&gt;Hearts remain&lt;br /&gt;If they aren't ignored&lt;br /&gt;Find solice from within&lt;br /&gt;Only then will it be&lt;br /&gt;Share hope with all&lt;br /&gt;And tranquility&lt;br /&gt;As the world divides&lt;br /&gt;As love's left behind&lt;br /&gt;Try harder to understand&lt;br /&gt;Share your open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give up not&lt;br /&gt;That which is not gone&lt;br /&gt;We've only to believe&lt;br /&gt;As night becomes dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... well, that's what I got... No name comes to me now - any thoughts? SHARE!&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time, PL&amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-112623942519818181?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/112623942519818181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=112623942519818181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112623942519818181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112623942519818181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-what-heck-is-new.html' title='So, what the heck is new?!?!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-112318662903879686</id><published>2005-08-04T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:17:09.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling - New song</title><content type='html'>I wroote this yesterday while driving. Yes, I was typing on my laptop, while driving. And you thought people talking on cell phones and driving were bad :) Hey, I didn't crash... didn't even scare anyone... too bad...&lt;br /&gt;It is called Falling... Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALLING&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look inside&lt;br /&gt;cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;Or escape my mind&lt;br /&gt;A door appears&lt;br /&gt;Draws me near&lt;br /&gt;I feel it breathe&lt;br /&gt;Whispers to me&lt;br /&gt;Reach out slow&lt;br /&gt;Time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;The night is calling&lt;br /&gt;The darks embrace&lt;br /&gt;Caresses my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Distant voices calling&lt;br /&gt;Words I cannot hear&lt;br /&gt;Message is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step inside&lt;br /&gt;Adjust my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do not see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing around me&lt;br /&gt;Feel it surround&lt;br /&gt;Once again found&lt;br /&gt;Music all around&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hear no sound&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;Don't think believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you liked it. Updates on my site as of 8/4/05 if you are interested. until next time&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-112318662903879686?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/112318662903879686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=112318662903879686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112318662903879686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112318662903879686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/08/falling-new-song.html' title='Falling - New song'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-112145673392218870</id><published>2005-07-15T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:45:33.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Thoughts for Today</title><content type='html'>It is Friday, that glorious day of the week that leads us to the weekend. So here is my ode to Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free almost&lt;br /&gt;Ready to let loose&lt;br /&gt;I need a break&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry anymore&lt;br /&gt;Almost time&lt;br /&gt;YaHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was really lame... sorry. I guess I am not feel exceptionally witty or deep today. Especially with the impending buttload of packing that needs to be done this weekend... oh and those dastardly lawns that need mowing. Well, at least I'll get some sun! If it doesn't rain. Wow, I seem to be a biton teh pesimistic side today. Will have to ponder this. Hmmm... not really down, but a bit blah. I need a pick me up, some mguitar playing I think would help. I havea couple songs I am working on that I would like to finish up before we move. Speaking of moving, it is officially official, we are moving to Salt Lake City! WooHoo!! I am excited, lots more going on there. This area is lacking in stimulation. Great if you are moss growing on a tree though :P Ahem... no offense to those residing in the area... well, mostly :))&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this works too... I neeeded to jsut spout out at the fingers and let my mind wander aimlessly and write. I haven't done that in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Somuch going on now it is like listening to 3 differnet types of music at the same time. Whenn you focus on all three at once it seems overwhelming, but as you change your focus to one at a timem, they somehow all fit together. It is not stressing me out, but mmore... stretching me a littel on the thin side. I feel a bit more snappy than usual. Not as patient as I normally am so I am mworking on that.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work ahead to get everything done, but it iwll be very worth it I know. More time for family, music, friends and maybe even start working out again! I need some activity, get the blood circulating.&lt;br /&gt;My new tattoo is in the works. As of right now, I am starting it on the 30th. My plan is to build it in pieces - kind of like my life :) Steps taken to grow into who I am and who I want to be. Going to start with Thors hammer - but my own version of it! Lots more to go along with that, but all in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs&lt;br /&gt;On they go&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Light slowly shifting&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the steps&lt;br /&gt;Showing memories&lt;br /&gt;Yet to come&lt;br /&gt;I glance back&lt;br /&gt;briefly&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Each step&lt;br /&gt;Choices and lessons&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering their light&lt;br /&gt;Calling&lt;br /&gt;To remember&lt;br /&gt;But not to stay&lt;br /&gt;Move forward&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto the shimmmers&lt;br /&gt;Carry them&lt;br /&gt;To the next step&lt;br /&gt;Deliberatly&lt;br /&gt;Step&lt;br /&gt;forward&lt;br /&gt;Cherrrish each one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is! I knew it was festering in there somewhere ;) Now I can go home, drink a cold beer and start packing.&lt;br /&gt;Until the next round...&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-112145673392218870?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/112145673392218870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=112145673392218870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112145673392218870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/112145673392218870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/07/franz-thoughts-for-today.html' title='Franz Thoughts for Today'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111989861953061900</id><published>2005-06-27T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:58:42.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the cuff as they say...</title><content type='html'>Just back from vacation. It was great! Lot of fun, busy, exciting, relaxing and rejuvinating. I actually had some time to read! I will share more about that in another entry when I get caught up with the mundane work stuffy :P More changes on the horizon - I am looking forward to new journeys!&lt;br /&gt;So with the thought in mind, I will share off the cuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journeys are not destinations&lt;br /&gt;Destinations are not final&lt;br /&gt;Finality is not the end&lt;br /&gt;I revel in the journey&lt;br /&gt;The destination is superfluous&lt;br /&gt;I see see no finality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paths are ours to create&lt;br /&gt;Though we usually do not see til after&lt;br /&gt;When after is still a beginning&lt;br /&gt;I love to create&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards is a new opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings are blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in it's true sense&lt;br /&gt;Fills without emptying&lt;br /&gt;Emptyness does not exist&lt;br /&gt;Fill your senses with love&lt;br /&gt;Emptyness is only fear&lt;br /&gt;Exist through love and never be empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sieze the now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave behind what is past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worry not about tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now &lt;/strong&gt;is the journey&lt;/div&gt;The past are lessons&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never gets here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE THE JOURNEY!&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111989861953061900?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111989861953061900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111989861953061900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111989861953061900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111989861953061900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-cuff-as-they-say.html' title='From the cuff as they say...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111815989473252905</id><published>2005-06-07T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:58:14.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the life...</title><content type='html'>I came across this passage in a book I am reading and it was so fitting. I thought I would share it with anyone who happens upon this place.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING INWARD&lt;br /&gt;I no longer try to change outer things. They are simply a reflection. I change my inner perception and the outer reveals the beauty so long obscured by my own attitude. I concentrate on my inner vision and find my outer view transformed. I find myself attuned to the granduer of life and in unison with the perfect order of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;-Daily Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have said it better myself!&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111815989473252905?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111815989473252905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111815989473252905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111815989473252905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111815989473252905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/06/thought-for-life.html' title='Thought for the life...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111808873171795324</id><published>2005-06-06T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:12:11.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runes</title><content type='html'>A quick thought on Runes. Not much time today, but I wanted to write. I have been exploring runes recently for a couple of reasons. One, I am working on a new tat design and it will be Nordic related as I am half Danish, I wanted something to honor my Danish heritage, which as we all know are the Vikings :)) So, I decided that I wanted some runes incorporated into the tat to give it more meaning and more.... Symbolism. Something that speaks about my life, thoughts, ideals, hopes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Wiccan gathering over the weekend - we have been on a journey of discovery - exploring different religions, philosophies and such and had the opportunity to take part in this gathering. It was very interesting and I learned quite a bit - about the Wiccan culture and myself. I'll talk about the gathering another time... I found a book on Runes there and decided to grab it and it really struck me. As I read, it felt... compelling. I was like a sponge. I haven't finished the book, but my tat artist loaned me a book that he found to be phenominal and very faithful to the nordic beliefs and not so much anglisized. So I am delving into two different veiw points into Runes at the same time and it is fascinating! The commonality is the quest for inner knowledge and the connection with our own intuitive nature.&lt;br /&gt;A new journey for me starts and I am looking forward to learning more and more. It is fascinating, fun, intriguing and helps me connect in some way to my ancestors. I'll keep you up to date.&lt;br /&gt;So..... Rune reading anyone??? :))&lt;br /&gt;Never stop striving, never stop learning, never stop experiencing, never stop growing and never stop loving!&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;amp;P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111808873171795324?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111808873171795324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111808873171795324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111808873171795324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111808873171795324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/06/runes.html' title='Runes'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111757160719627677</id><published>2005-05-31T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:33:27.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for today - "What"</title><content type='html'>WHAT&lt;br /&gt;What lies within the shadows&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of nevermore&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in forevermore&lt;br /&gt;Drifting within now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lurks waiting to expose itself&lt;br /&gt;The possiblities waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in trials&lt;br /&gt;Floating within pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What watches as we reach blindly&lt;br /&gt;The hope for awakening&lt;br /&gt;Caressing our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Calling to our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What waits as we pause to reflect&lt;br /&gt;The answers we seek&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for realization&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for acceptance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111757160719627677?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111757160719627677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111757160719627677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111757160719627677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111757160719627677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/poem-for-today-what.html' title='Poem for today - &quot;What&quot;'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111695463642422293</id><published>2005-05-24T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:10:36.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New poem</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I want to explain my writing. Most everythign is off the cuff. There area  few pieces that I have started and then finished later on, but most everything is off the cuff. I sit and I write and then I move on. I find that spontenaity is key for me. It keeps it much more real and from the heart. So here goes! Let's see what comes out today :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a place&lt;br /&gt;When all seems out of place&lt;br /&gt;Finding a way&lt;br /&gt;When it seems to just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Finding truth&lt;br /&gt;When the worlds full of untruth&lt;br /&gt;Finding Peace&lt;br /&gt;When everyone wants a piece&lt;br /&gt;Finding joy&lt;br /&gt;When no one stops to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Finding trust&lt;br /&gt;When the world focus' on distrust&lt;br /&gt;Finding hope&lt;br /&gt;When we've lost all hope&lt;br /&gt;Finding love&lt;br /&gt;Finding love&lt;br /&gt;Finding love&lt;br /&gt;Finding love&lt;br /&gt;When it is already there...&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll call it... found ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111695463642422293?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111695463642422293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111695463642422293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111695463642422293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111695463642422293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-poem.html' title='New poem'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111660186013709236</id><published>2005-05-20T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:11:00.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>See&lt;br /&gt;Hide not&lt;br /&gt;From yourself&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;Shine&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;In yourself&lt;br /&gt;Stand&lt;br /&gt;Be true&lt;br /&gt;To yourself&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;Accept...&lt;br /&gt;... yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111660186013709236?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111660186013709236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111660186013709236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111660186013709236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111660186013709236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111574534210468864</id><published>2005-05-10T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:48:23.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>As anyone knows, that knows me, I am always trying to learn, grow, become more aware, expand, love more, trust more, accept more, undestand more and on and on... I guess it is one of those human things. I think it is what we are all seeking - to understand more. I also realize that I don't want all the answers. Part of the thrill of life, is seeking. We are all seekers in one way or another. Everyone is seeking something. We all have that part of us that we think needs filling. Everyone chooses different ways of filling this. I think I am finally understanding - not just in my head - because I have "known" this for a long time - but in my heart, my soul, that the only way to fill any void that we feel, is by fillinig it ourselves - there is nothing out there that can fill it - there is nothing external to ourselves that will fill us. Not things, not another person, not friends, not even anothers love. That is not to say that those are not important, but those will not fill the voids that we feel.&lt;br /&gt;I think we come here to learn and to grow and that empty feeling we have, is the desire to learn and to grow. By expanding our understanding and our awareness, we can fill that void. It is within our own hearst/souls that this will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that I have accomplished this feat, but I think I am closer! I can feel it. I am starting to really be able to see more clearly. I know the things that I need to work on, I know the actions that I take are not always the most productive and I know what I need to do to change them.&lt;br /&gt;Can i do it? Well, I sure am going to give it my all!&lt;br /&gt;I feel, again, as though I am on the crossroads of more change. I can feel it in my core. I have had this feelinng for the last, hmm, probably year or so. On and off, I have paid attention and then the feeling has subsided and I forget about it. I am not sure if this is part of the previous feeling or new feelings or combination. I am guessing the latter. I think it is all cumulating with the learning and realizations and trials and experiences. It just seems to be on the intense side again. I think it will all be for the best. I think that I have an understanding of the lessons and actions I need to work on. I hope I can pull it off. If I do, it will be a big leap for me. Old habits that I have carried around for along time. Those seem to be the hardest to tackle. I guess the first step is seeing them. I have seen them before as well, but this time, I think I see more clearly. And i have a real desire to change, to grow this step. I don't know where it will lead, or what will come of it, but I am looking forward to finding out!&lt;br /&gt;Change is difficult for many people, but I see it as doors opening and never closing. There is reason behind it all and we all have things that we need to get out of our "situations", our experiences. For some reason, we as a species need difficulty to learn. We seem to not be able to learn without "troubles" or "problems" and, we seem to even have problems learning from those! I for one, am attempting to pay closer attnetion as I am just as much of a culprit as anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not sure what all this was abouot, but thought I'd share :)&lt;br /&gt;PL&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;Franz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111574534210468864?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111574534210468864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111574534210468864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111574534210468864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111574534210468864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111541092103679477</id><published>2005-05-06T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:22:01.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I am about to write, so here goes!! Life is so very interesting... been listening to this seminar done by Wayne somebody, called "Its Never Crowded Along the Extra Mile" - very interesting... Lots of thoughts on life, spirituality, ways to create awareness and to open up. The thing that always gets me about the people that do these seminars and write these books is that they sometimes sound SO corny that it makes it hard to take them seriously. But this one was pretty good. It definitely made me ponder my own life and ways of dealing with things. Things I have been pondering already and gave me other ways to look at it. Interestingly, a lot of the principles that he talked about, I have already incorporated into my life. It was one of those kicks in the ass that I need every so often to help me along the path of learning and growing. I see a bit more clearly the things in my life that I need to work on and learn how to deal with better. Like reacting positively to a negative situation. Amazing how hard it is... we are SO wrapped up in being defensive and attacking back when we are attacked. Even something as simple as dealing with someone when they snap at you in what seems to be a snotty way. We automatically get defensive and attack back... If we can turn that around and respond in a kind way and find words and actions that are positive in response, it is amazing the results... it is just SO hard sometimes. Especially when it comes from those that really know how to push your buttons or those that you have become accustomed to dealing with in certain ways. So, that is my goal right now. To reject the immediate anger or irritation that hits at times and try to turn it around and either let it go or respond calmly and kindly. Now, I am NOT saying to let people walk on you! Absolutely NOT! But by acting in a positive manner we can counteract their negativity. And what better than feeling good and making someone else feel good? Or, at least better... Sounds like a good plan to me! Well, that's it for today. Off to get a cold one and play some geetar (I hope!!). PL&amp;amp;P! Until the next time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111541092103679477?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111541092103679477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111541092103679477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111541092103679477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111541092103679477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-thought.html' title='A Friday thought...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111521161673706282</id><published>2005-05-04T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:00:16.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I long winded or what???</title><content type='html'>Looking back through some of these posts... I realized just how much I can ramble :) So this one is going to be short :)&lt;br /&gt;There! That's it!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;He He....&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am really done now...&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok.. now I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you keep looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there will be something down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,.... I thin kyou need a hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111521161673706282?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111521161673706282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111521161673706282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111521161673706282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111521161673706282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/05/am-i-long-winded-or-what.html' title='Am I long winded or what???'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111471520273687587</id><published>2005-04-28T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:06:42.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A song I wrote awhile back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like songs like this. They have multiple meanings. I do that a lot. I enjoy letting people find their own meanings... without further dodo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A soft wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weaving remembrances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Held tight, cherished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drifting in and out of thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The times shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The love, the friendhsip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are a gift eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet agaiin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The stars will not seem as bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun will shed less light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll be thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we ponder and struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For meaing in chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hang onto hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let go of grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep the memories alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As there are no goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;only `til we meet again's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until thenn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you will be missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111471520273687587?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111471520273687587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111471520273687587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111471520273687587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111471520273687587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-i-wrote-awhile-back.html' title='A song I wrote awhile back'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111410437952261376</id><published>2005-04-21T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:26:19.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices and lessons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am sitting here contemplating whether to bitch or to talk about a cool experience... Been a pretty crappy day so far, so I think I will go with the cool experience ;)&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this by saying that I am in no way tooting my own horn here... this really has nothing to do with me, it is the reaction of the other party that to me, stands out...&lt;br /&gt;this past Sunday while driving down the main highway, I noticed a rack (no, not a woman's exposed top side, nor antlers, this was a music gear rack), in the middle of both lanes. I said "Hey! I need one of those!" So I got off the next exit, turned around and went back to pick it up. It was pretty trashed, but had a bass guitar amp and a nice guitar tuner in it. Driving home, I decided to make some flyers to try to find the owner, because I knew whoever lost it was at that exact time, very bummed. We got home and I managed to get the components out of the trashed rack and tried to see if they were fixable. The tuner was done, but the amp looked like it might actually be ok... had a couple of broken knobs... but was still intact.&lt;br /&gt;I made a flyer and my wife suggested faxing it to the local newspaper which we did. the next day i got a call from a very happy bass player... I arranged for him to come by to pick it up after making sure that it was in fact his.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home from work and pondering the meeting... what was the guy like? You never know with musicians! I wondered if he would offer a reward, i wondered what his face would look like when he saw that he actually got his amp back - this amp listed for over $1000 new... I always play out scenarios in my head and they usually never play out as i imagine, but it is just something I do and have always done... it is that over active imagination thing! I'll tell you in a moment what I planned to say...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got home, and I called him to say he could come over to get it. Coincidentally he lives in the same town as I. He showed up 10 or 15 minutes later and rings the doorbell... i answer and we exchange hellos - he is very, very happy and totally shocked that someone would actually place an ad in a newspaper saying they found something like that... and at that moment, he said "I am not sure that I would have done that..." My immediate response was, "next time you will". And he smiled and said, "yeah... definitely." He reached into his pocked and said that he had a reward for me and I told no, no way... i am just glad that the gear found it's was back home. Then I said 'there is one thing you can do for me..." he asked what. i said "please stop back by my house tomorrow and let my son give you these two pictures he drew you of your amp. i showed him the pictures that my son had drawn - let me back track a moment to tell you about the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;when we got home after finding the gear, I explained to my son that someone had lost it and were very sad right now, because it is very expensive stuff and music gear means a lot to musicians. I showed him what had happened to the stuff, how it was damaged and he helped me take it apart to try to fix it. i told him that we were going to put up flyers and an ad in the newspapers to try to find the person that lost the gear because it was the right thing to do. He stopped, and got up and grabbed his markers and started to draw. He showed me the pictures and said that they were the amp all fixed up. he said he wanted to give it to the man that lost it when he came to get it. Yeah, that super warm and tingly feeling... i said that is AWESOME! I said, let's put these with the amp and maybe, when he comes to get them he will put the pictures on the amp to remember and so he has a fixed amp too! He was very excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;My son was not home last night, so, again, I asked the guy to come back the next day for my son. He was floored... well, I guess floored is the wrong word, he was surprised at that request, but went on to say, no problem, he would love to come back. Turns out he has two little ones of his own and knows what that kind of stuff means to kids.&lt;br /&gt;We talked a little more, I helped him load his stuff into his truck. We exchanged emails, as he invited me to a show his band was playing and said he would put me on the guest list (now I can feel important :))) He also said he would be by tomorrow (that's today) and would bring his kids with him.&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious to see how this meeting goes… I am of the mind that meetings are never by accident… actually, I am of the mind that there is no such thing as accidents. I love to ponder this stuff J To see where a chance encounter like this leads… maybe it was all about sending a message to another soul that there is still some decency left in the world and that he will consider doing the same when it is him finding something… maybe it is just another chance to show a magnificent child that decency is special and should be cherished. Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I said I would tell you the scenario that I envisioned… it all transpired exactly how I envisioned it… yeah… boring… you were maybe anticipating a long explanation? Nope! But it is very weird… that is never the case for me… so it feels like maybe a change in how I create space for things to happen… I dunno… that’d be nice! I didn’t think about him saying he might not have done the same, but I did think about telling to remember and to pass along the kind deed when the roles reverse themselves someday.&lt;br /&gt;My whole purpose in sharing this? Two things; first, that a person will think about passing along a good deed the next time the opportunity comes into their life and second that a small child will remember that he helped to touch another person life in a really nice way. That is more than I could ever ask for… PL&amp;amp;P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111410437952261376?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111410437952261376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111410437952261376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111410437952261376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111410437952261376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/choices-and-lessons.html' title='Choices and lessons...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111394113730897030</id><published>2005-04-19T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:05:37.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting thought about "Just"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going to write this quickly, because I am on my way to be photographed some more! But I really wanted to get this out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For quite som etime now, I have been attempting to eliminate the word "just" from my families vocabulary. As in "Oh, this is just Franz"... when calling someone... It makes it sound like I am less than someone r or something else. "Just" sounds demeaning, belitteling and creates a sense of lack of worth - as in less than... I stop myself when calling people and change my words to, this is Franz. I am NOT just anything! Nor is anyone else! I thought I was a bit of a freak in tis and then I watched a movie last night called Finding Neverland... I won;t spoil the movie, but there was one scene where a small child says, "That is just a dog" and Johnny Depps reply is awesome! I couldn't have said it better myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to thinking about it more and more and decided I needed to share it with the world. Or at elast with anyone that actually reads this malarky :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, next time you are about to "just" yourself... STOP! You are much more than "just"! you ARE! Be confident in who you are, be proud of it and do not use a word like just to create any sense of insignificance about yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until the next time! PL&amp;amp;P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111394113730897030?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111394113730897030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111394113730897030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111394113730897030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111394113730897030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/interesting-thought-about-just.html' title='An interesting thought about &quot;Just&quot;'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111350685065405583</id><published>2005-04-14T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:18:40.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Over Me - New Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MIND OVER ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Run if you must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your icy eyees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turn my heart to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All to easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forgot about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forgot about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mind over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You decieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pain is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Proclaim to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Insist it's we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And start to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crocodile tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fall like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feigning remourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feigning pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now I got your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see you hollow heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am breaking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm makling a new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My turn to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My turn to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your turn to feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your turn to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mind over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pain is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111350685065405583?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111350685065405583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111350685065405583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111350685065405583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111350685065405583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/mind-over-me-new-song.html' title='Mind Over Me - New Song!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111350415813264811</id><published>2005-04-14T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:42:38.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasabe Cashews!</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here with my face feeling like it is going to burst into flames and I love it! Maggie bought me some wasabe coated cashews... OMG! They freaking ROCK! I am a wasabe junkie though. I eat sushi and where most people put a small dab of wasabe on their sushi, I use a big chunk of wasabe - i mean pencil eraser size! Brings tears too my eyes, my nose feels like a hot poker was shoved into it... man, I can't get enough :)&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it... just had to share! If you like wasabe, you have GOT to try these! Available at your friendly neighborhood Trader Joes market (not an endorsement, but it is a pretty decent healthy type store). Just watch out for the crunchy nutties... for some reason they seem to be more uptight than a lot of people and often lack sense of humours - especially about deforestization... go figure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111350415813264811?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111350415813264811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111350415813264811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111350415813264811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111350415813264811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/wasabe-cashews.html' title='Wasabe Cashews!'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111289723492520396</id><published>2005-04-07T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:07:14.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Reach Out - New song</title><content type='html'>This was started 2/28/05 and I stopped half way through, which I do frequently.. I came back to it yesterday, 4/6 and finished it... It will probably go through a couple more iterations before it is done and I most likely will add a bridge. Won't know until I put some music to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you hear me cry?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you see me fall?&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you there?&lt;br /&gt;All I felt was a wall&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you see the tears?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you hear my heart break?&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you there?&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel my soul break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;I cry for your empty heart&lt;br /&gt;I grasp at nothing&lt;br /&gt;My souls falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my love&lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Like I am not even there&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all of me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness you call a heart&lt;br /&gt;Has no room for me&lt;br /&gt;Cares only for things&lt;br /&gt;I've plainly come to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111289723492520396?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111289723492520396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111289723492520396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111289723492520396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111289723492520396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-reach-out-new-song.html' title='I Reach Out - New song'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111289671992601296</id><published>2005-04-07T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:58:39.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPTY - new poem</title><content type='html'>A dark without a way out&lt;br /&gt;Drawn, I fall back&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, arm's outstretched&lt;br /&gt;My body drops and drifts&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion, yet all is a blur&lt;br /&gt;I watch as I disappear into the empty&lt;br /&gt;Like Sinking into black water&lt;br /&gt;I slowly sink beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Holding my breath, heart beating faster&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing but heart beats now&lt;br /&gt;Echoing like thunder, then fading&lt;br /&gt;They seem further and further apart&lt;br /&gt;I try too remember before&lt;br /&gt;To find footing as I fall further&lt;br /&gt;Am I still falling? Or rising?&lt;br /&gt;I feel the black swirl around me&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats sound like a memory&lt;br /&gt;Sounds far away and blurry&lt;br /&gt;I blink to try to focus&lt;br /&gt;Or was it a memory of blinking?&lt;br /&gt;Where am I? &lt;em&gt;Am&lt;/em&gt; I?&lt;br /&gt;I am so aware... of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Perception ceases&lt;br /&gt;Thought falls to a lost memory&lt;br /&gt;Empty consumes, yet never fills&lt;br /&gt;Or does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111289671992601296?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111289671992601296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111289671992601296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111289671992601296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111289671992601296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/04/empty-new-poem.html' title='EMPTY - new poem'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111100722403937761</id><published>2005-03-16T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:46:34.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some crap about me</title><content type='html'>Hilo again... Well, thought I would throw out some stuff about my music - you know, stuff search engines like :-) Here's about the musical me!&lt;br /&gt;I started playing guitar when I was 15 becuase I thought it would be "cool". I really liked the idea of being a rock star - seemed right up my alley! That and I really was not into school at the time... this seemed like a good career choice! i wish i had really taken it seriously. Like most things I attempted around this time, I apporached it half-assed. I didn't practice like I should have. It came naturally to me, so I didn't put real effort into it. I'd be a much better player had I focus on really learning the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the guitar though. It felt commfortable, felt like a real part of me. From the first moments of picking up the guitar, I created my own music. heree and there I would learn bits and pieces of various songs, but I always wanted too do my own thing. I wanted to create... funnny, around the same time i started writingn poetry too - guessing it was the teenage angst thing. Guess I never grew out of it!&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to the Musicians Institute of Technology in Hollywierd, CA for guitar. That was a great experience, but again, wish I would have put a bit more into it. I did learn a lot and met some great people and made some life long friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, almosot 20 years into my music lack of a career. I am writing in more genres and styles than ever and have such an open mind to creating. I am excited to see where I go next!&lt;br /&gt;My styles range from acoustic oriented rock, which I write a lot of. I like the feel - upbeat, driving, yet easy on the ears. I am still seeking a vocalist that can help me take it to where it needs to be. I like edge to my acoustic rock stuff. I want that driving sound. I love dynamics - hills and valleys... sounds that push the emotion of the words. Words are important, but I will admit that I rarely pay attention to them! Hey, I am a guitar player! As long as I get to play guitar... :))&lt;br /&gt;I am getting into another heavy phase right now... i am writing some really heavy, chunky and driving tunes. I have strung two of my guitars in low B - I love the sound. There's a heavy bluesy song in B on my site called Black Dove. It is ok, but needs some tweaking - not quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;I also really like the quiet, ethereal, trippy, spacey stuff. I have quite a few songs along those lines and would love to do a whole album of that kind of stuff. There are a couple samples of that on my site too!&lt;br /&gt;then there is my progressive side - I love the epic constantly changing complicated music. Not much commerecial viability in that stuff, but it sure is fun to play!&lt;br /&gt;Those are my main styles. Check out the site &lt;a href="http://www.FranzHoff.com"&gt;www.FranzHoff.com&lt;/a&gt; and you can hear for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing anymore about this, so I am going to go on to something else! Until the next time! PL&amp;P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111100722403937761?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111100722403937761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111100722403937761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111100722403937761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111100722403937761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-some-crap-about-me.html' title='Just some crap about me'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111098469617424691</id><published>2005-03-16T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:53:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt like writing a new poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here goes... Off the cuff as they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lemme try again... didn't like that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ere goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They surround and confine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are they really there?&lt;br /&gt;Or created by our minds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you look hard enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You will soon see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are not really there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They're simply painful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stacked upon one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The memories fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Losing their distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet the pain is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To protect, we build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet it only veils us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An imaginary shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We think protects us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hiding from feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We think makes us free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the walls constrict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Til we can't even breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tear down the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel freedoms soft breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be strong be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Set your soul free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, hmm... not great, but it is something. There is a poem or song sitting, hiding inside of me - I can feel it, I just have not been able to coax it out yet... PL&amp;amp;P!&lt;br /&gt;Franz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111098469617424691?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111098469617424691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111098469617424691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111098469617424691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111098469617424691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/felt-like-writing-new-poem.html' title='Felt like writing a new poem'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111098193740376638</id><published>2005-03-16T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:05:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to previous thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodmorning world! Well, I was thinking about wht I wrote yesterday, although, I did not read it after I wrote it so I am not entirely sure what is there! I do that frequently; I enjoy off the cuff writing. But one thought came to mind and I wanted to be sure I clarified soemthing. I may have come off sounding like I feel "better than" other people -"more aware" oooh... well, that is not my position at all. Quite the contrary if anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am of the thought (not belief, more on that another time) that when you boil us down, we taste like chicken.. no wait, that's a different story... when you strip us down we get cold... Hmmm, no, that's not it either... ok, sorry... not really sorry... it is still early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basically I think of us all as equals - we have differnet experiences and feelings that we draw from to live as we fit. One that is "more aware" is no better than one that is "less aware", we are just at differnet stages of development. I do not put myself on any type of pedastal, I do not think myself superior to anyone else. I know that my knowledge is very limited and I know that there is so much for me to learn and experience and I truly an easger to learn and grow as much as possible. I just wanted to qualify my statements so that I do not come across as&lt;br /&gt;"holier than thou" as I know I can sound like that sometimes and sometimes I get on a soapbox and spew my nonsense without thinking. I am also sure that at many points along the way, I will contradict myself, I will stumble, I will fall and I most assuredly will get back up and continue on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you know what? I am looking forward to it! Adversity brings growth. For some bizarre reason, we humans thrive on adversity. We seem to be incapable to learning anything unless we suffer first. And sometimes we choose to suffer over and over again before we learn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it is back to work for me. I am still pondering and contemplating, wondering and being amazed. Like, I wonder if anyone will actually read all this crap :D PL&amp;amp;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Franz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111098193740376638?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111098193740376638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111098193740376638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111098193740376638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111098193740376638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-to-previous-thoughts.html' title='Update to previous thoughts'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111091917831812243</id><published>2005-03-15T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:39:38.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for today - Bright Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BRIGHT SPOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Questioning again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is it that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why, what and how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are these firing synapses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Merely random discharges?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there reason behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So clearly it scares me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it fades to gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am lost to the randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of this lost society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find another bright spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I reach for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is warm and comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is familiar and enriching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Symbiotic in the exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes the brightness grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes it moves away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes it stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes it fades out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears fill my soul at each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I realize that it is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That fades at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there is another seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another that crys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I awake from "reality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And look up with arms outstretched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And see all the amazing bright spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And know that they never really fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even when change brings pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it seems the light has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is still there watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have only to look, see and feel it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Spots'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111091470984960027</id><published>2005-03-15T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:25:09.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blogger profile question gone awry...</title><content type='html'>Ok... I took this question a littel too seriously... but was on a role and couldn't stop! This is all off the cuff - that is how most of my writing is... Without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;"The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a regal frog name Clifton. He was a very dashing and handsome frog with long, luxurious golden hair, but always a bit nosey. Well, one day he saw a beautiful princess sitting on the dock on his pond, with her feet dangling gently in the water. She was scrubbing some foamy stuff on her legs... Being the nosey type, he HAD to take a closer look - she had great legs after all and we all know about frogs and legs! He hopped up onto the dock next to her, startling her. She jumped, screamed and spilled the whole bottle of foamy stuff right on top of his head! She gasped, staring at this large lump of foam sitting next to her. The bottle of foamy stuff, lying on it side next to him. She parted the foam away from the frogs face to see if he was ok. "PLEASE! Rinse this icky foamy stuff off of me!" croaked the frog. So the Princess picked him up gently and set him into the water. The indignant frog dove down into the water and came back up and hopped back onto he dock about to give the Princess a piece of his mind. The look of horror on her face made him pause. He noticed her eyes darting from him to a small pile of golden thread next to him... then it hit him... that was not thread!!! He frantically felt his head... Then looked down into the water to see hi reflection. A long bloodcurdling screaming croak emitted from the frogs throat. He croaked and croaked and croaked, until he nearly croaked. He looked over at the bottle and read "NAIR" Sobbing he looked up at the beautiful princess. Feeling quite sorry for the poor frog, she quickly thought of a grand plan! She tenderly picked up the frog and said "do not fret my noble frog, I have a plan to restore you to your former grandeur!" Setting him down, she scooped up the small pile of golden hair and dashed off to her castle. The frog, dazed and traumatized by the whole ordeal just stared blankly off towards the grand castle, waiting... Three days passed. The frog did not budge. He sat in his stupor, starring blankly, waiting. On the fourth day, feeling more hopeless than ever, he saw the Princess running full speed towards the pond. Panting heavily, she sits next to Clifton and holds out a small box to him, a huge satisfied smile upon her face. Clifton looked up at her questioningly and slowly open the little package. As he removed the top, he let of a croak of excitement! There, in that little box was his long, luxurious golden hair all neatly made into a spectacular little wig! She gently took it out and placed it up his little frog head. Amazed, he looked down into the water and there he saw the most regal of frogs, his long, luxurious golden hair waving gently in the breeze. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Declared the frog. The princess bent down gently to kiss him... at that, is how they really met!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111091470984960027?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111091470984960027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111091470984960027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111091470984960027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111091470984960027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/blogger-profile-question-gone-awry.html' title='A Blogger profile question gone awry...'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111092165483915566</id><published>2005-03-15T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:20:54.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Well, I've got a few minutes to kill and thoughts I'd see what some spontaneous typing would present... I am a bit tired today. I guess that photoshoot last night wore me out more than I thought it would. It was a good shoot though. We got some really wild shots - lots of feeling. I am really looking forward to seeing what we come up with, this photographer and I. We have a game plan for the next couple of shoots, but beyond that...&lt;br /&gt;Before I go further, let me appologize in advance for my tpying... I am usually too lazy for spell check and my typing skills are lacking.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my scoop... have been in a pondering mood lately - really pondering. Back to the whole meaning of life crap. Looking at events and people thorugh out my life and looking at where I am now. Quite strange to look at. I don't feel like I am as old as I am and most people don't think I look that old, which I guess is good. Yet, on the other hand, I feel very old sometimes... weary, tired. I have a hard time relating to many people - hmmm... actually, I have always had a hard time relating to people, so not sure whta th hell I am talking about. I have always felt like I am on the outside looking in. There are not too many people that I really feel like I can connect with - that I feel can understand the real me. I fit in just fine whereever I go, but that's just my camelion abilities coming out. The staus quo has always annoyed me and the benality of everyday life has always lef me wondering what we as a species are heading towards. Did I mention that I LOVE peanut butter! That right there! That is a great reason to be alive!! Mmmm... damn, wish I had some right now... I am hungry... Gues a banana will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the world and am amazed that we have come as far as we have as a species... we are so on the brink of self destruction. It is not even greed anymore - it is apathy and self centeredness. The world is so self absorbed that no one has the time to think of anyone else but themselves anymore. Not the old lady who needs a hand with her groceries, not their neighbors and not even their own children. Really sad... kindof fits with a poem I wrote a littel while back...&lt;br /&gt;THE ROSE&lt;br /&gt;Racing Around Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;In the flight of life&lt;br /&gt;Scenery is flashing by&lt;br /&gt;To fast to watch the rose&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with our quests&lt;br /&gt;Of the things not real&lt;br /&gt;Just one more - then another&lt;br /&gt;To absorbed to see the rose&lt;br /&gt;Onto our social stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;We climb with vigor&lt;br /&gt;Grasping for what he has&lt;br /&gt;To busy to touch the rose&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop twenty four seven&lt;br /&gt;No time to even sleep&lt;br /&gt;We blaze with intentions&lt;br /&gt;To tired to play with the rose&lt;br /&gt;Now the end is nearing&lt;br /&gt;Blurriness finally clears&lt;br /&gt;Frightened, saddened realization&lt;br /&gt;To late, the rose is gone&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOOOO! Wake up world... this world is so lost it is frightening. I write hoping that I can touch someone to open their eyes and see a littel more clearly -to help them help themselves to find a better way. I am not leader or a teacher, jsut a shmoe that does see a little more clearly and it constantly wroking towards seeing more clearly. I want ot share that. There are a few out there that I have come across that do see - littel circles... Seems so difficult to reach out to those that do not see that are stuck in what they think are things of importnace.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly a glass half full person... always, when a question or comments comes up relating to that I will, without thinking say half full - or whatever analogy fits at the time. So, I keep on going and learning and growing and stumbling... I make mistakes, I trip and forget and somehow keep managing to kick myself hard enough to remember again.&lt;br /&gt;I love learning and growing and sharing. I love stimulate the grey matter. Music an poetry are what really do it for me. Thoruhg them, I am able to express myself wholly. I am not really an open person. I have never liked to let people in - working on that... But somehow, music takes away all inhibitions and I am slowly finding ways to bring that into my everyday life. I am... and I am learning to be more me.&lt;br /&gt;Well... time to run off and play som emusic! Think happy thoughts, be kind, have compassion, be understanding, learn acceptance and let your hearts be full oflove. PL&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;Franz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111092165483915566?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111092165483915566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111092165483915566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111092165483915566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111092165483915566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11466527.post-111090464282819833</id><published>2005-03-15T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:52:09.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose</title><content type='html'>Well... this is my newest forum to promote me! Franz Hoff. My original music, my poetry and myself :) Blogs seem like a natural way to share and promote. I think it is a great way to extend my reach.&lt;br /&gt;This blog will contain my poetry and writings, links to my music and possibly some pix as well. The ultimate goal is to get people to visit my site and listen to the music.&lt;br /&gt;Music and poetry are my way of sharing myself and my thoughts with the world. Are my thoughts/opinions/feelings right? Who knows - I don't really subscribe to the, "my way is the right way". I try to provoke thoughts and feelings through my work. If it touches you in some way, makes you think a little deeper, ponder a little more, feel a little harder, then I have accomplished my task. That is not to say that everything I do is all serious - occasionally I will delve into matters with more brevity. But, for the most part, I am more morose and dark and always trying to maintain a link to the light. Please, visit my web site: &lt;a href="http://www.FranzHoff.com"&gt;www.FranzHoff.com&lt;/a&gt; and share your feelings about what you read and hear. I love to hear feedback and I love to exchange thoughts. PL&amp;amp;P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11466527-111090464282819833?l=franzhoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/feeds/111090464282819833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11466527&amp;postID=111090464282819833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111090464282819833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11466527/posts/default/111090464282819833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franzhoff.blogspot.com/2005/03/purpose.html' title='The Purpose'/><author><name>Franzeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057857965783104416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://franzhoff.com/pics/franz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
