Phoenix Financial Specialists

03/13/2026

Just a bit of western drama... and a statement we should be very aware as we are now dealing with the future.

12/17/2025

I guess this was posted on one of my less used bz sites. I like the positive message, albeit eccentric and ambiguous; so I move it to my own site. Writing to write, best reason I have, is I just do not resist the impulse. The river is wide....

The odyssey perpetuates itself. We all belong. By any name, entity, or belief, we find comfort and community. I may be eccentric. I am told that very often. There is a voice inside, and then many. I listen, and I view. To be with Vision, the Seer has to accept that even Visions may be altered. Perhaps we See as a beckoning to act. Perhaps we See, as we will simply have to accept. Donnie Dark's mom once said (or Neil Simon, hah) "There are none so blind as those who will not see." The vital word, "WILL" may have more to do with our lives than we shall ever allow our selves to know. Yet our souls know. Our spirits feel. The odds are often irrelevant when resolve is steely, deep and real. I am very driven. I have endless drive. This passion for life has allowed me to survive situations I would have never imagined before. Deeper, wider, further, my destiny calls for my soul to explore. Oh snap, a rhyme rut! Bust a nut, giggle in the gut, plow out- my madness blesses me to focus on method, not to waste on doubt. If I have to return again to where I have never been, that is new, as everything is always changing. Still in motion, this ethereal potion, soothes my trip, and puts a kiss upon my lips. Wishing us all a cool breeze and calm seas... here on this world well worth saving, I ride the fringe. ~RaVen~

10/19/2024

Friends along the most left coast here come and go. Some just linger on for many years. Many are no longer so cherished as perhaps the fad of the day. Too many. This one was a great visionary. Ferli was a defiant man about form & society to his very last. I am certain, his passing will pass. Soul of such a man, as energy - can not be destroyed, yet subject to change form. Left coast a rocky place, eroding from so many waves, so much rain. What then is strongest in the end- rocky boulders or soft rains?

"In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See . . ."
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see
the people of the world
exactly at the moment when
they first attained the title of
‘suffering humanity’
They writhe upon the page
in a veritable rage
of adversity
Heaped up
groaning with babies and bayonets
under cement skies
in an abstract landscape of blasted trees
bent statues bats wings and beaks
slippery gibbets
cadavers and carnivorous c***s
and all the final hollering monsters
of the
‘imagination of disaster’
they are so bloody real
it is as if they really still existed

And they do

Only the landscape is changed

They still are ranged along the roads
plagued by legionnaires
false windmills and demented roosters
They are the same people
only further from home
on freeways fifty lanes wide
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards
illustrating imbecile illusions of happiness


The scene shows fewer tumbrils
but more strung-out citizens
in painted cars
and they have strange license plates
and engines
that devour America

Copyright Credit: Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See...” from Coney Island of the Mind. Copyright © 1958 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation, www.wwnorton.com/nd/welcome.htm.
Source: These Are My Rivers: New and Selected Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1993)

10/19/2024

I was summoned here to see a new friend's photos so I could know her seasons of life. Stormy, she is beyond glory, as I am too, subject to echo the Ferocity of Angels. Met at an auction, we left on the same wings, so became fast friends, yet maybe often destiny has a way, to have a dance, and then beyond all echoes -to wander astray. FB puts trackers on me, so I just can not be here so often and have little time to do so. I still love my friends, my kith & kin, yet as life has sent me wandering, it seems I meet fortune on way to the crusade. I have to downplay my life, else it becomes someone's challenge that everyone knows somebody exactly like me. Haha, I say. I have been writing Accords, trade deals, alliances, and high finance contracts as I go, very often under fire, so that sounds glorified, yet to be there, with me, most I know would be horrified. For me, another day in the life, I am yet so honored for the deeds I am able to do. The people I know at many levels, especially the global tribes, we have become an alliance. Maybe that may give some comfort, as I have often now taken with me, my fine son, a grown man with heavy guns, Harley, to many countries. He enjoys seeing me in action- usually a majority of one. For those of us who ever thought we'd have limits, we only have as Bach once said: "Argue for your limitations and sure enough- they're yours." Have some faith, beyond wrath or wraith, some vision beyond sight or incision, as we say when gravity has landed the chopper uh-I could not truly fly, "Any landing you can walk away from, is a good one." Broke my bones, and got my soul in psych, as fine people I did not even know, risked it all to help me get out alive. I always do. If I can not say that again, well please recycle, a soul is a horrible being to waste. I met a man, pumping gas, had Auschwitz tattoos, and I asked him, are you doing ok, my friend. He gave me a wide smile, despite his obvious pain, and he said: "Life is good for you and for me." Savvy that.

06/10/2024

The odyssey perpetuates itself. We all belong. By any name, entity, or belief, we find comfort and community. I may be eccentric. I am told that very often. There is a voice inside, and then many. I listen, and I view. To be with Vision, the Seer has to accept that even Visions may be altered. Perhaps we See as a beckoning to act. Perhaps we See, as we will simply have to accept. Donnie Dark's mom once said (or Neil Simon, hah) "There are none so blind as those who will not see." The vital word, "WILL" may have more to do with our lives than we shall ever allow our selves to know. Yet our souls know. Our spirits feel. The odds are often irrelevant when resolve is steely, deep and real. I am very driven. I have endless drive. This passion for life has allowed me to survive situations I would have never imagined before. Deeper, wider, further, my destiny calls for my soul to explore. Oh snap, a rhyme rut! Bust a nut, giggle in the gut, plow out- my madness blesses me to focus on method, not to waste on doubt. If I have to return again to where I have never been, that is new, as everything is always changing. Still in motion, this ethereal potion, soothes my trip, and puts a kiss upon my lips. Wishing us all a cool breeze and calm seas... here on this world well worth saving, I ride the fringe. ~RaVen~

06/06/2024

I first came here as "O'Leary's Cow". Do you know the story? It suits me more so than I wish, yet I found some of my "cows" and "space cows" in old folders. I'd say something witty, yet what fun would that be. Oh that happening, I wasn't there. That cool thing, I thought it tasted stale, the "IN" thing, fell out of my luggage. The easy way, was just in the wrong direction. Bad odds are my best bet. I've proven that in Vegas. Won a nice bundle, on a gift chip from the owners, my hosts, and enjoyed a moment with, of all folks, Pete Rose, Charlie Hustle... awesome trip. Yet that is still too full of me. Let me see if I can find anything more trippy... just to keep it real.

"Glass Globe Dreams"

Sunrise bleeds the day to come.
Glass clouds shatter and rain
Shards of broken dreams
We live within.

I wake up, sinew and sweat
All through my clothes.
Ragged horse about to fall,
Take me ten more miles;
Dustball town.

Seen my tombstone
The ground torn apart to plant
This garden grave of nameless drifters.
Wasted boots upon the sunny hill.
Killers love. Lovers kill.
Nobody admits the obvious.

I climb up, ride the Gray Mare
Long since breath has left her,
To the edges where desert was beach
To the misty ocean, now v***r and steam.
Glass globe dreams.

Life inside
Cold liquid mercury sky.
Heavy metal jacket
Shrapnel sheets of rain
Storm swirls irate
Against the iron cities,
Darkened daily the winds scowl,
Titanium trees sway
-new metallic reality.

We still have some postcards.
Yet the world they show is gone.
We destroyed the original
Now live inside this new one,
Glass globe dreams.

~Tentatio mortis honore~
By RaVen DaWn
Otherwise.

03/27/2024

I wish to be allowed the luxury of peaceful times. Yet there is work to be done and work that one can not be defined by so much as its reasons. Warming up and chill all at the same time, I had an experience a few days ago, humbled in wonder, I just stopped and I listened. One of my newer friends knew who I was, and what I had written- one song, in Chinese, and as he sung it out for me, he asserted it was his parents' favorite song. I can not do verse any justice in Chinese- yet one who knows this language from his own cultural background sure does make a difference. I asked him how he figured out the tune for the verse and he said, same as I usually say, it sings itself. Awesome. I will add it in along with the English version. Few know that I sometimes make a living from various tasks that challenge my balance of risk vs. reward, while at other times I make my living, not so much by publication as by auction and event. This is the only piece I have written in Chinese. Now my new friends, also fine American citizens, so no hooey, ok, have decided to translate one more for me. It is my own tale of dynamic love and dire loss. Love was.... mad love, crazy love so maybe I can post that in this verse cube! (Still getting used to my new Thinkpad, as the keys are different in spacing and I usually pay no attention to my typing or my writing. In fact, I do not always realize I am writing at all, especially when I wake up, pen and pad in hand. Verse happens. Pun intended...haha!) In the sum of all events and intensity of dance, we are all the more blessed for what we go through, who we meet, who we knew, who we love and even who we lose. That is why I smile as I sing the blues. Ahh, the Gypsy beckons for me and I always do enjoy these calls. Best regards to any and to all. ~ RaVen ~

03/21/2024

https://youtu.be/aQnw4i-t4qA?si=sXCK0cQCysrDXJdN "Goin' down a river that you can't come back again..."

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03/21/2024

As I slowly fade into the distance vast, I go the way the die are cast. I am setting up my new Thinkpad toy, uh-work station! Been all over the border for my work. Willie tells it so well. Comes a rider...

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08/29/2021

Having been kept quiet as an investor-services-only agenda, driven company, PFS is negotiating with 2 other companies for a merger, or an exclusive arrangement. As PFS finds, verifies and advances / addresses all investor concerns and interests, keeping strict yet creative attention to parameters of region, industry, funding categories and more. TGA shall continue to focus on processing, consultation and underwriting advances to present prospective finance entities with proper reports, documentation and diligence of any on-site properties that are relevant, to risk and more so -to revenues. There is a 3rd company, a global entity (SA de CV) holding additional assets on contract, that we may never fall short of resource, current knowledge and updated opportunities that may be arranged directly. This shall be officiated within the 2021 year. For now, we bow and we feel a great pain of being in the chaos of our various locations and situations. The world at large effects our every decision and goal. One world we feel, however we sanctify our various territories, yet must learn to be leaders ourselves when the leadership atop this mountain swamp has left us, hmmm... on our own. That is alright too. We shall always overcome. I have seen the future, and this world is meant to be a world of integrity and peace. That it takes such a battle to gain this peace, well, that may just be the dark humor of destiny. We have not burned it, yet we will have to earn it. Let us rise up again- and get to working together. Bless us all and may we be capable. Yes, we can... ~RaVen~

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06/19/2021

It is a changed world still in reformation, yet not to suffer false prophets of causes already in progress. This is a revolutionary man. He causes positive change without burning down the corner store. Do you know the name of Officer Dorn, say his name. Do you know John F Kennedy, "JFK"- say his name. Do you believe in "MLK" or BLM because you can only choose one- else be in contrast with yourself. I like to enjoy people by character, and color is always beautiful in all shades as it may be. Martin Luther King - say his name. This man is Linton Kwesi Johnson. Know his deeds, respect his peace, though he may cite a certain point of view, and that may include being protective on the edge of impending attacks- know his honesty, it is nobility. Officer Dorn was off duty, yet protecting his neighborhood, the actual corner store, when some, most likely from out of town, used the Floyd excuse to kill a truly good man. Floyd had a history of abusing people, such as a home invasion robbery where he put a knife against a pregnant woman's belly and robbed her home. Let Biden pander on, yet for us here at ground level, let us no longer be fooled, be used... pander not to the common error, and honor the noble fallen. Ashley Babbit did not present a threat. A DC officer, still unnamed, shot her in the neck for at best what was a reckless act; misdemeanor. Portland still burns. LA is mostly gone. Hollywood panders on. Big tech and big comms have us in a state of propaganda control; only NO MORE! Ashley Babbit made a small error, nothing worthy of a bullet. Say her name and all these folks, the honorable and the criminal. It is a matter of choices. I have been on all sides. I choose to say the name today of : "e. e. cummings", "next to of course america mother i"... and the beat goes on... ~RaVen~

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