If [risque]


If it was up to me I would plant a tree just for you in a place only you could view its beauty and grace.

If it was up to me I would lasso the moon and wrap it up in cellophane to keep it dry till I could gift it to you and bring you to this space,

If it was up to me bright jewelry I would dangle in front of your face and hang it on your wrists and waist and put you deep in a trance.

If it was up to me you would fall in love with me and the idea of me.Which would suit me fine my little divine ,all I want is to get in your pants.

Aren’t you glad that it is not up to me to decide the world at large with its willful and wanton ways? But if you ask me and decide it is sooth, the sentiment written stays.

Please do not bludgeon the writer. If it was up to him he would have hit “delete” immediately upon writing this. He didn’t, so obviously it wasn’t up to him !

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Magnetically drawn into the fray

The time was down for us to play

Electric sounds that threatened to pound

The gyrating souls deep down into the ground

Every one lives on the edge of a knife

Dancing and balancing, living their life

The copper conductor waving his wand

Contributes to the eclectic bonds

tying the dancers, till the moon goes down,

Keeping all safe till the sun comes around.

The Trouble with Tires


Hey, everybody look over here! There seems to be a flat tire on my car. This car will not function well with a flat tire. Who is in charge of flat tires around here anyway ? Does any one else out there have a flat tire ? Does anyone out there know someone who has a flat tire and how does that flat tire affect them? We should not be expected to be required to live with flat tires. No, I do not want you to help me fix my flat tire because if you manage to fix it, I will have nothing left to bitch about and will lose my standing as the leader of all who have flat tires. I just want to know why we have flat tires to start with. No, I just told you that I don’t want you to fix my flat tire and if you continue to insist I will ask one of my followers to knock you down so that I will still have a flat tire and a reason to bitch about them. What is that you ask… Yes I can fix a flat tire. I will fill the holes with so many nails that the tire will never again be able to go flat. Ridiculous you say ? You do not know what you are talking about, just ask any of these people around me what they know about flat tires and they will tell you the same thing I just told you, We should not have any flat tires !  Have you ever had a flat tire ? Since you have then you must be a part of the problem. You do not like what I have to say about flat tire then you must be the cause of all flat tires , Followers, knock him down ! Now as I was saying, flat tires……..ad infinitum

Written after watching a politician speak .

Essence


The essence of the thing seemed to be that of a cat, and indeed I had even seen it in that exact form at one time. We had been patrolling aboard a dated bi engine airplane and had encountered a sprite, you could call it, a powerful being whos’ form at that time was of a huge person like apparition cloaked in a large loose overcoat, making his deviltry out on a dusty swirling plain , so we approached rather naively, head on, for an investigation.

The shuddering blow  nearly swept us from the sky, but with dogged, though ignorant, persistence we soared 180 degrees around and made our approach from a lower vantage point than before; starting our run relatively low to the behemoth and rising into what could be called his , I had supposed the thing to be a him at least; groin region and came on with our guns blazing as would be said in an old time western. At any rate our rounds seemed to be making some effect for the apparition suddenly coalesced itself into an aeroplane similar to our own and soared away from us, beginning evasive maneuvers immediately.

We continued the pursuit while maintaining our advantageous offensive position and continued firing on the transformed entity until finally we “smoked ” one of the engines of the craft.

The pilot quickly made one final diversionary run then sidled toward the ground and brushing back the trees, lost himself in the vegetation alongside the dusty forest.

I found myself trailing who or what I did not know, even though I had seen, imagined, my quarry through the limbs and leaves ahead, but had lost all sign until I rather abruptly popped out of the trees into the expanse of an old homestead or farm.

Resting now a bit, I spied a rather curious looking cat or bird, perhaps a bit of both in an obscene sense, filtering about the residence and while it seemed to lead me about, at the same time it appeared to be looking for something, or someone. Eventually I realized that as the daylight was receding the thing,  now definitely catlike had turned the tables and was  stalking me!.. A cold chill rose up my spine though silly it seemed to me that a mere feline, and a housecat sized one at that, would instill such fear in me.  An ancient, evisceral fear it was and as we played the cat and mouse game until evening, I became aware that it indeed was I playing the role of mouse.

It was nearly dark and I had taken to using my flash and magnopellet gun trying at first to kill but failing that, to at least repel the critter, when I heard a noise indicating the arrival of a compadre and soon found myself within the confines and relative, I thought, safety of the old farmhouse with my lieutenant from the plane and soon we were discussing our situation in earnest.

It seemed then that bill had more knowledge of our adversary than I and I am not too sure that his knowledge was not somehow inherent  to his genetic pool. IN fact, later that night we found ourselves to be calmly though emphatically challenged by fear, discussing a feat that we must attempt even though it was understood that our chances of making it out alive were for all practical purposes. slim to none. The shapeshifter  I had come to realize as a nearly omnipotent source of power, but you must understand that the term shapeshifter does not really express the notion or picture I held in my head, although for now the idea is as near as I can iterate. The gist of the situation resolved itself to be that we, at least there was a we, in no guaranteed amount of time, would engage in a  jaunt that would express from us all the courage and innate ability we had to complete a task that even now I am not sure how it can be, or will be accomplished, Or even on what plane of existence we might end .

It occurs to me now that the creature was involved in the parameters of this discussion directly. It was with us in the house

 

 

 

 

This writing is the result of dreaming and then, immediately upon waking, sitting at my keyboard and pounding out words until the memories of said dream began to fade. The only editing done on this piece entailed my correcting spelling and spacing errors and completing malformed sentences. This could be the beginning of a solid story if I can a. Dream more of the dream in order to continue the plot, or b. Rely on my imagination and the emotion that I felt while experiencing said dream to continue and flesh out the drama. I will let you all know the results at a future date. Thank you for reading !     ; )

threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!

 

Roses and weeds !


The rose in itself became the object of ,in all who beheld it, dreams, and for those who had not seen but heard , the flower became a part of their wonderment. So glorious to behold, with blossoms so thick the mind compared it to a luxurious carpet so soft to see and touch, yet noble enough to stand on its own. The stem, so graceful and green yet hardy enough to support the weight of this eighth wonder of the world, emerged from soil so rocky , so weak in nutrients, that botanists declared it a miracle species, and theologists swore it to be a miracle formed above, designed to bring the people of the earth together that they could admire the splendid grace and thus find human commonality in this faraway desolate place.

Time passed on and attempts were made to duplicate this “rosa superior grand” but nought but failure followed the careful cuttings and clonings and fertilizings endeavored upon this all encompassing ideal. Time is time and different for all, so when the greenery of a shoot materialised so near to the stem in this desolate soil, near panic ensued among the appointed caretakers  who, bewildered from fear of losing their idol, gathered with experts from the botanical fields; they hobnobbed with priests and thespians, yea sought feelings and thoughts from any who may, decide whether obnoxious weed or indeed  duplicate saviour grew there.

Twas decided finally, to take the chance at last , so the sprout was allowed to grow. Lo and behold the signs of impending greatness flowered before the eyes of a desperate world, so conferences were held , a garden selected, preparations were made for expected attendance, and with tremendous fanfare, the roots soon laid in freshly laid stone, all ph balanced, so much like home , verduous limbs and wonderful petals quickly encompassed that blessed bed. And the world, at peace, celebrated ! With the knowledge accrued, and the patience required, plans were laid, and flower beds started in anticipation of this roses’ next phase.

So over the years and decades that passed, the allure and the elegance of the elite rosa spread over all lands and so holy was its being, that to defile or harm it was simply beyond thinking! In manicured cropland , on svelte fairways green, in greenways verdant, along freeways and fence, in pots made for flowers, on dirty carpets, down alley ways, byways, thruways, and paths, one could not miss the glorious beauty of this tremendous plant . Eventually it came to pass, after the contests of yore, where judgements were passed praising expert growers of this ignominous flower, that this world wide treasure was seen as merely a weed ; the bane of farmers and gardeners alike, the cause of starvation for many folks so the peoples, divided, were forced to decide how to survive the menace society had brought on themselves. Some wished to poison, some wished to burn, some wished this maladies’ face had never turned. The humans lived on, though society cracked and  ,” rosa superior grand” was eventually stopped in its tracks !!   Except one that grew in desolation, in a rocky soil deemed unable to support such a wondrous plant!

A bit of imagination


The filtered sunshine dropped around like raindrops falling to the ground while the leafy canopy high above, waved hellos to those far down below and breeze blown willowy boughs shifted the buds toward and fro, breaking the light into glowing dots that seemed to rain onto the forest floor.

I searched all through that wonderful day, wandering past leviathans of stalwart oaks, wading bubbling streams so aching feet could soak and not hinder my passing while looking for, I knew not what; though I understood recognition would come to me when perchance the object sought would reveal itself.

Evening fell like a velvety curtain over the transforming sky while the crescent moon and glittering stars took their place against the background of deep dark space and made my shivering soul feel a little bit less alone. Plodding along and taking the trek slow, reserving my energy cause  my destination clearly still was not known.

Just before dawn-break , after clambering down a rock strewn fall , by the gathering pool of clear, chilly streams a magnificent, paint horse idled by on the gravel edge, looking more out of place than even I felt. The muted snort and muffled whinny as I softly approached told me that the equine majesty did not mind my stopping or company.

After drinking full of champagne from the mountain lake, with giddy feet and light headed gait my wandering led me away from the hills till the forest I left behind. The coarse, green grass spread before me then and time stretched her arms so that I could not recall when the mounted patrol crossed over a hill and shouting stampeded straight into my path and the thought suddenly occurred to me that my lengthy journey would soon be past..

So running now, desperation eating my mind, and the sedges pulling at my legs while I tried to race away from my persuers, the time seemingly slowed for me but not them, and near I was to passing cold out when I heard from behind a victorious shout and I fell to the ground and looked around, expecting my doom. I saw the horsemen roping the steed of the stream. Unbeknownst to me a follower he was and the riders retrieved their property.

Foolishness flushed my hot, reddened face, so to escape the feeling I began to race, nay fly,across the verdant prairie, seeking now nothing but space and wind in my hair and a feyness lingered in the crisp morning air. Then the well opened beneath my shoes and forward pace turned into a deep dark place.

Falling took forever it seemed with the time now playing tricks on my sanity, and when by chance I could look up to the rim from which I had fallen, the sun faded from before my very eyes and the moon peered down into the shaft and followed me with a splintering laugh, so I turned away and saw below licking flames crawling the side of the hole, and screaming full throated I was when I woke in my bed;sweating, trembling and hot.

Weakly peering about the room, I quickly assayed my situation was quite normal with my wife and our dog sleeping deeply in the evening gloom. I grabbed up my robe, then poured a stiff drink and stepped out he door so that I could clear my mind and think of how silly it seemed to feel such a dream, and finally smiling I turned back to my house but in the corner of my weary eye; by the pond near the shadows stood a magnificent, paint horse!

If Yer Lucky!


Searching fer gold really aint all that easy, I done it afore I got the proper devices.

Ya gotta look and pry in all the proper crevices,

And all ya see aint really gold, they got a name for it and its called fools!

With that real gold yeh gotta speculate and dig out there where nobody else aint.

And ya gotta have a lot of special tools, like hammers and picks and dynomite, hoohee!

Now yuh can find some gold if yuh look real sharp, in the city on the corner

or in walmart. If gold there aint your type I reckon, yuh could find a woman goin your direction.

Found me a goodin’ once upon a time and I thought that I’d lost her

on the night before. Then I ‘membered that she’d passed clean out on the bar room floor.

So i hadn’t fergot, Ah jus’ didnt ‘member and she’s plumb tickled to get a ride home anyways!

Now all this tomfool talk ya think has got me away from lookin’ fer gold but yer wrong I say.

When I took ‘er home to her momma and poppa, she gifted me a three ounce golden chain !

I sold it at the pawn shop for a hunerd fifty dolla!