200 or bust!


I nearly let my 200th post go by unnoticed! Though this is not an extraordinary accomplishment, The number seems to qualify this as a stepping stone of sorts. I may have kept banging on these keys and achieved this number, but I know that having many distinguished readers reading and liking my style of writing, as it is, compelled me to write and read the blogs inherent on this forum.

Ok, now that the fuss and bluster are done, I must decide what to write about on this most illustrious occasion! A love poem perhaps?

The noble eagles in flight across the blue, cloud studded skies cannot see what I see when I gaze into your eyes. Of emerald green or dark naughty bronze or sapphire brilliant, I can rise no higher, for past the hue of the outward eye, the third eye that peers out and sees my soul, makes me whole and sets my heart afire!

A philosophic statement of sorts may fill the bill.

We can do much better than run from zombies. After all they walk soo.. sl.o..w …l….y!

We must not ,however, ignore Real danger! We should muster our forces into a large safe spot, gather together in a line, squat low to the ground with our heads between our knees, and kiss our cowardly asses good-bye! [ I know, not much of a philosophy , is it? ]

Or I possibly could toss words around till they fall into form and lie properly and neatly to form a story of sorts.

Great torchieres cast phenomenal shadows beyond the planets’ orbit till, blotted by the solar light, a reversing polarity hums them hither to scare our children into eating their supper!

Mayhap the answer lies within a comment made simply to crawl under the skin.

” Do you itch? Man I sure do! It must be them oak mites that been chewin’ on folks for the past couple o’ years! Man I sure do itch! Want me ta scratch yer back for yeh?”

Well , the gist is taken, and I really must say, I have written better and had more to say,but that was a while back during better days. That being said, I would like you to know how I appreciate all who write their ideas and experiences down for me to learn from and enjoy.   And the appreciation for those who read other authors’ ideas and ideals are equally loved by bloggers , novice or professional!  Thanks y’all! williamleeone     ; )

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!

Implied Consent?


Implications of changing lives. Let us say that as a sick,deluded, person you decide to ruin someone’s day by throwing a cat under someone’s car but the car never showed up? Our intended victim decided to stop for coffee that morning,thus throwing your timing completely off,and you are left standing on the corner with your cat out of the bag! The implications are immediately understood and you had best be getting off the street before you are accused of molesting your pussy!

But in a somewhat more realistic sense, think of circumstances that ,in hindsight you would wish to avoid. Say that a bus crash on an overpass occurred this morning and it was the bus you would normally have taken to work. You are happy that You weren’t on this bus. The implication would be that you, too would have been involved in this incident. But suppose you HAD boarded that bus and dropped your briefcase on the way in and because of this slight delay the bus was not in the exact spot at the exact time the crash had occurred and hence the accident never happened.

So what has this mental exercise proven? Maybe nothing at all, but it does seem to me that a judgement made solely on an implied idea may be best not acted on immediately. IE. I was at the convenience store with my pistol The store was robbed while I was there. (Implication)I robbed the store.( reality) because I was there with my pistol, I captured the robber and was a hero!

What is happening?


Pain in the neck is robbing my sleep.

Go to a doctor, let him have a peek.

Find the pain source, knock it out with a shot.

Warmth on the neck, an oncoming wreck!’

Fear, confusion,  struggle, illusion.

Breathing gets tough,moving is rough.

Dual worlds, gravity pulls, desperate hand holds, words not understood.

Legs pushing up, arms grasping the bunk, a flop on the mattress,eyes looking up.

Hand reaching out doubtfully trying to help with no understanding.

Twins become one and breathing is labored.

Voice finally heard communication struggles.

Control eases in, questions are pondered.

A day disappears while others peek, pry and question.

Home again, no questions answered, heart is okay, no pain in the neck.

Coming soon , more interviews!