Teddy Dondanville

Monthly Archives: March 2017

Where does the wind blow When we cannot see it flow? How does the ocean rise From behind our privileged guise? How does the ice melt When the temperature cannot be felt? Where is the polluted air With blue skies as far as the eye can stare? These are the questions we must ask To answer them is our task.

Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as ­­­­­wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as roots and Old as earth. It is to them, whom we owe our birth.

Abstract Deviant behavior is characterized by departing from social norms and values. Each culture has a unique set of ethnics, and the thoughts and actions beyond this set of beliefs are considered deviant. Like the differences amongst these collections of values, so too does difference exist with respects to the individual and type of behavior. Social scientists have worked hard to understand these diversities, and through this hard work, patterns begin to… Read More

Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one, we think we move? The fear inside Tells me its all just a ride But maybe Maybe It’s actually a look inside Two whom are we trying to show That as one, we go in the same flow? Perhaps it is… Read More

That Which Runs Without Us, Runs Within Us. We Are But Products, Of Our Environment.

From up on high, the ascendants cry,   of happiness and truth, here they are young as youth. All is temporary, they cannot be stationary. Descend, the ascendants of the peak. From down below, the descendants search, yearning for that heavenly perch. Upward, their gaze to the sky, longing to give another hearty cry.

To the ground, I am found. Beaten, Eaten…Alive. No words can be spoken. My tears-­­ they have awoken. Frowning, Drowning…Alive.

This is me, I am but a tree. With my roots in the ground, I am able to grow round. Through the winter cold, until the river runs bold. My branches are strong, by the wind they sing a song. Of patience and realness, and love for stillness.

  Abstract Criminal behavior has been correlated to numerous characteristics such as gender, socioeconomic class, race and ethnicity. However, this essay we will focus on age and the time dimensions in which a criminal career can exist. Through older and more contemporary forms of research, it has been found that changes in age and criminal activity occur in an orderly way (Thornberry 1997: p.1). The orderly function in which criminals commit crimes… Read More