Born: June 18th 1931
- Reared in New York City
- Age 14 when WWII ends
- Attended Berkley College in the City
- Left during Sophomore year to fight in Korean War
- Returned Fall 1953, at the age of 22
- Moved to Las Vegas upon return
- Became a manager at newly built Sands hotel
- Left United states in October of 1962 after the Cuban Missile Crisis
- Moved to London, England at the age of 31.
- Became Radio Broadcaster for BBC
- Joined crew of Radio London in December 1964
- DJ for the 3pm - 8pm slot on Pirate Radio London as American Rock Expert
- Radio Shut down in August 1967
- Spent nearly a year in jail for violation of Marine Offences Act
- Deported to United States in July 1968 at the age of 37
- Re-enrolled into Berkley College during the fall of 1968
- Met Ashley Bennett, 34, during fall 1968 semester.
- Proposed Fall 1969
- Graduate with Bachelor's of Science in spring 1971
- Became outspoken critic of President Nixon's Involvement with Vietnam
- Campaigned for Senator in New York City as a Democrat
- Won 1974 election at the age of 43
- Son, Zachary Douglas Potter, born 1975
- Became close with Democratic Governor from Georgia, Jimmy Carter
- Appointed to Secretary of Health, Education ,and Welfare under Carter in 1977
- Retired from national politics in 1981, after Ronald Regan took office.
- Moved to Plano, Texas with Ashley and Zachary at the age of 50.
- Elected to city manager in 1984
- Re-elected for another term in 1988
- Resigned in 1990 after being diagnosed with lung cancer
- Died January 10th, 1993 at the age of 62 after a long battle with lung cancer. Survived by his wife, Ashley Potter, 59, and his son, Zachary, 18.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Je T'adore
Inspired by Carrie Pittman
Your silhouette,
Stained upon my mind.
Your smile,
Releases me from my stressful bind.
Your laugh,
Music to my ears.
Your touch,
Calms all of my fears.
Your heartbeat,
Beats in time with my own.
Your fingers,
With mine as if they’d been sown.
Your scent,
Nothing more intoxicating.
Your voice,
Tells me you were worth the waiting.
You
Not like anyone I've met before
You
The reason I wish to say “Je t’adore”
Your silhouette,
Stained upon my mind.
Your smile,
Releases me from my stressful bind.
Your laugh,
Music to my ears.
Your touch,
Calms all of my fears.
Your heartbeat,
Beats in time with my own.
Your fingers,
With mine as if they’d been sown.
Your scent,
Nothing more intoxicating.
Your voice,
Tells me you were worth the waiting.
You
Not like anyone I've met before
You
The reason I wish to say “Je t’adore”
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Most Beautiful Bird
Inspired by Megan Mooney
I was once strolling through the park, when a bird in a tree caught my eye. She was the most beautiful bird. Feathers, brighter than the rest. Songs, sweeter than any other. She was simply amazing. I went to the bird store and bought the most beautiful cage to house the most beautiful bird. Toys and Perches, nothing but the best for the most beautiful bird. With some seed, the most beautiful bird waltzed into the cage, delighted to have a wonderful place to live. I loved the most beautiful bird with such an intensity. In her cage, the most beautiful bird was happy. In her cage, the most beautiful bird sung beautifully. She let me know that she loved me back. In time, though, the most beautiful bird longed to be free. I took care of her and loved her with all that I had, but the most beautiful bird's heart belonged in nature, frolicking from tree to tree, happy to be free. That was where the most beautiful bird wanted to be. The most beautiful bird's heart was not mine. I did not want to let the most beautiful bird go. I brought her the best food, toys, and love. Still, the most beautiful bird longed to be free. The day came where I could no longer bear to see the most beautiful bird sad anymore. I opened the door to her beautiful cage, and watched the most beautiful bird fly away. The part of me that knew the most beautiful bird deserved to be free rejoiced. Still, the part of me that loved the most beautiful bird cried. I had never been so happy as when the most beautiful bird sung only to me. I had never been so happy as when the most beautiful bird was mine. Time has passed, and the most beautiful bird has been gone four months now. Some days, it is enough to know that the most beautiful bird is happy being free. It is enough to know that she is with her true love. Other days, I am the shadow of the man that I was with the most beautiful bird. I wish for the most beautiful bird to fly through my window to be with me once again. Some days, a part of me still thinks that the most beautiful bird will perch herself on my windowsill again. Every day, though, I know that I love the most beautiful bird. Everyday, I know that I miss the most beautiful bird.
I was once strolling through the park, when a bird in a tree caught my eye. She was the most beautiful bird. Feathers, brighter than the rest. Songs, sweeter than any other. She was simply amazing. I went to the bird store and bought the most beautiful cage to house the most beautiful bird. Toys and Perches, nothing but the best for the most beautiful bird. With some seed, the most beautiful bird waltzed into the cage, delighted to have a wonderful place to live. I loved the most beautiful bird with such an intensity. In her cage, the most beautiful bird was happy. In her cage, the most beautiful bird sung beautifully. She let me know that she loved me back. In time, though, the most beautiful bird longed to be free. I took care of her and loved her with all that I had, but the most beautiful bird's heart belonged in nature, frolicking from tree to tree, happy to be free. That was where the most beautiful bird wanted to be. The most beautiful bird's heart was not mine. I did not want to let the most beautiful bird go. I brought her the best food, toys, and love. Still, the most beautiful bird longed to be free. The day came where I could no longer bear to see the most beautiful bird sad anymore. I opened the door to her beautiful cage, and watched the most beautiful bird fly away. The part of me that knew the most beautiful bird deserved to be free rejoiced. Still, the part of me that loved the most beautiful bird cried. I had never been so happy as when the most beautiful bird sung only to me. I had never been so happy as when the most beautiful bird was mine. Time has passed, and the most beautiful bird has been gone four months now. Some days, it is enough to know that the most beautiful bird is happy being free. It is enough to know that she is with her true love. Other days, I am the shadow of the man that I was with the most beautiful bird. I wish for the most beautiful bird to fly through my window to be with me once again. Some days, a part of me still thinks that the most beautiful bird will perch herself on my windowsill again. Every day, though, I know that I love the most beautiful bird. Everyday, I know that I miss the most beautiful bird.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Answer
Inspired by Megan Mooney
For five months I knocked eagerly at your door. Flowers in hand, Charming smile on my face. You opened the door for a moment. Let me take a step towards coming in. You told me you loved me. Told me you wanted to lose your virginity to me. You told me that you would be devastated if you lost me to anyone else. Then you slammed the door in my face.
And it wasn't you who was devastated, it was me.
The old me wasn't good enough. He was naive and weak. He believed that love could conquer all and that she was the one. He got his heart broken. I killed him. Buried him in me and created a new me.
The new me is a player. He hides his broken heart behind confidence and bravado. He dresses sharply and attracts the women. He hunts for fun. He failed to find any. He got stood up.
Now I'm left standing here with two hurt persona's facing new doors to open. All solid wood, no idea what's behind them. Maybe I am scared just because I don't know what to do, but I can't help but think of the past.
I walk back to your door, glass instead of wood. I see you with Matt. Everything is perfect for you at first. You are happy, and I am glad for you. All I am is envious of your happiness. I want that with someone. But I look harder and saw doubt in your eyes. I saw tears in your eyes.
And that's was it. The seed of desire was planted in my mind, Quickly infesting every corner once again. Like a bad memory that just won't go away, The thought that maybe you and Matt are not right for one another crept in and never left. I resisted all I could but it was too late.
So here I am, standing at your door once again. I can't knock. I'd lose you for good as a friend or a lover. My better judgment whispers in my ear like the gentle breeze to walk away, but I can't, not with the seed of desire in me.
I feel pathetic. Hurt and Lonely, I stand at a crossroads. Looking at many wooden doors, scared to open another one and fall apart once again. Looking back through your glass door, wondering if there's any hope. All I can think to do is fog up the glass with my breath and write "I ♥ U" in all hopes that you will turn and look my way as I try to collect myself and walk towards a wooden door.
What I want more than anything though, is for someone to find me. For someone to open their door and see me there.
Maybe I can't find her because we keep missing one another. We keep moving from place to place searching...missing one another completely.
Maybe the answer is to stand still for a while
For five months I knocked eagerly at your door. Flowers in hand, Charming smile on my face. You opened the door for a moment. Let me take a step towards coming in. You told me you loved me. Told me you wanted to lose your virginity to me. You told me that you would be devastated if you lost me to anyone else. Then you slammed the door in my face.
And it wasn't you who was devastated, it was me.
The old me wasn't good enough. He was naive and weak. He believed that love could conquer all and that she was the one. He got his heart broken. I killed him. Buried him in me and created a new me.
The new me is a player. He hides his broken heart behind confidence and bravado. He dresses sharply and attracts the women. He hunts for fun. He failed to find any. He got stood up.
Now I'm left standing here with two hurt persona's facing new doors to open. All solid wood, no idea what's behind them. Maybe I am scared just because I don't know what to do, but I can't help but think of the past.
I walk back to your door, glass instead of wood. I see you with Matt. Everything is perfect for you at first. You are happy, and I am glad for you. All I am is envious of your happiness. I want that with someone. But I look harder and saw doubt in your eyes. I saw tears in your eyes.
And that's was it. The seed of desire was planted in my mind, Quickly infesting every corner once again. Like a bad memory that just won't go away, The thought that maybe you and Matt are not right for one another crept in and never left. I resisted all I could but it was too late.
So here I am, standing at your door once again. I can't knock. I'd lose you for good as a friend or a lover. My better judgment whispers in my ear like the gentle breeze to walk away, but I can't, not with the seed of desire in me.
I feel pathetic. Hurt and Lonely, I stand at a crossroads. Looking at many wooden doors, scared to open another one and fall apart once again. Looking back through your glass door, wondering if there's any hope. All I can think to do is fog up the glass with my breath and write "I ♥ U" in all hopes that you will turn and look my way as I try to collect myself and walk towards a wooden door.
What I want more than anything though, is for someone to find me. For someone to open their door and see me there.
Maybe I can't find her because we keep missing one another. We keep moving from place to place searching...missing one another completely.
Maybe the answer is to stand still for a while
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Letter to Love of Hate
Inspired by Megan Mooney and Caitlyn Hopkins
Dear Love,
Please stay away from me and my friends. You bring us nothing but trouble and pain. I'm tired of not only my personal suffering, but having to witness my friends suffer. I want to stop all the hugs i have to give people as the tremble within my arms. I want to stop the trembling feeling knowing I don't have her in my arms. I'm sick of spending my nights laying in my bed thinking of her, getting no sleep. I'm sick of having to comfort those I hold dear without being able to do a damn thing to actually help. I no longer want to see my hands wet with my tears, nor with those of my friends. Stop strangling us as we breathe and let us live our lives in peace. I had this image of you in my mind, from my cartoons and books of my elementary years. I'm sorry to say you are nothing like i expected. You hide in a facade of good feelings, behind images of cupid and hearts. The true you dances with the devil and is intimate with pain. Consider this my restraining order on Cupid. Let me go just one goddamn second without thinking of her. Let my friends have the very same peace. Let us breathe without having a pain in our chest. Let me close my eyes without seeing her face, or feeling her touch, or hearing her voice. Some say love is blind. I say love is heartless. Love is the kid with the magnifying glass. Love is the mugger on the streets of New York. Love is the cold-blooded murderer. Leave us alone. I beg of you. Stop killing our hearts from the inside out. Let me live in peace. Let my mind be at rest. Let me stop imagining everything about her. Let my friends' minds cease their restlessness. Let us be! Let our smiles be genuine and our lives be love-less. Because to love is NOT to have hopes, dreams, and desires realized. Love is to have them crushed. What is the point of loving someone who you can never have? Thank you for hurting me. For making me tear out my heart and shut it down.
Yours Truly,
A Bitter Person
Dear Love,
Please stay away from me and my friends. You bring us nothing but trouble and pain. I'm tired of not only my personal suffering, but having to witness my friends suffer. I want to stop all the hugs i have to give people as the tremble within my arms. I want to stop the trembling feeling knowing I don't have her in my arms. I'm sick of spending my nights laying in my bed thinking of her, getting no sleep. I'm sick of having to comfort those I hold dear without being able to do a damn thing to actually help. I no longer want to see my hands wet with my tears, nor with those of my friends. Stop strangling us as we breathe and let us live our lives in peace. I had this image of you in my mind, from my cartoons and books of my elementary years. I'm sorry to say you are nothing like i expected. You hide in a facade of good feelings, behind images of cupid and hearts. The true you dances with the devil and is intimate with pain. Consider this my restraining order on Cupid. Let me go just one goddamn second without thinking of her. Let my friends have the very same peace. Let us breathe without having a pain in our chest. Let me close my eyes without seeing her face, or feeling her touch, or hearing her voice. Some say love is blind. I say love is heartless. Love is the kid with the magnifying glass. Love is the mugger on the streets of New York. Love is the cold-blooded murderer. Leave us alone. I beg of you. Stop killing our hearts from the inside out. Let me live in peace. Let my mind be at rest. Let me stop imagining everything about her. Let my friends' minds cease their restlessness. Let us be! Let our smiles be genuine and our lives be love-less. Because to love is NOT to have hopes, dreams, and desires realized. Love is to have them crushed. What is the point of loving someone who you can never have? Thank you for hurting me. For making me tear out my heart and shut it down.
Yours Truly,
A Bitter Person
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