Wednesday, December 30, 2020

and...What's in a NAME?

 HE went to the old house built out of Cypress on the Waterfront  where he had worked at a couple of decades earlier.. a big section  of  roof had blown off over three years earlier in a Category 5 storm and had a big blue tarp strung up over the opening.

He banged on the door.. and the wife  of the now deceased man that owned the place opened the door... she looked much younger... for a second or two he was not sure it was her... but after speaking a few words together he realized it was...  and she went on about her plastic surgery reached down and grabbed her red sweater and pulled it up over her head and said .. ....  and How do you like  'These'  she said as they were exposed giving them a shake.

A name a name a name?  quickly now.......... he thought...

He reverted........

Different dreams

Different life times.... he thought.

A name... lets just say it was   a    'Wise  Call'  

He went on to explain to her  why he thought so highly of her past husband.. even if he was just a trained gentleman....... he had questioned this... Why was it the house had not been repaired? she went on to say they were in a battle with the insurance company... and that  they were claiming  a Category 5 storm  was not an act of GOD... he belly laughed.

The treating of or with dignity..... well that was what he had ever seen...  from Him.. the MAN her husband but   of course he  himself was just  the guy that just trimmed the co co nut trees and raked the beach prior to their arrival.. in the private jet down in Key West .. so he offered up... 'What would  I  know?' and laughed.

Her old man.. dressed in an Armani suit gold cuff links..  and holding  a glass of scotch..  and dealing earlier in the week with Heads of State, would ever know how much it meant ... his simple questioning....   'How is the family etc...' what have you been doing?.. any flying? etc...

and as he went on to explain to her the time her husband  got the whole neighbor hood together for a tree trimming on a bid... and how it was when he had realized the had underbid and went on to explain the shortage  to her Husband  how he had made no fuss of throwing in an additional 300.00 that was the difference between showing a profit to put food on his table for his 3 kids... or not...

The little things that count ...  or maybe not.

and how it was he had become disturbed with her.. over her behavior towards him towards  the end of his life.

and how there was the time he ordered his pilots to show him around the Tri Jet.. simply because they had a  chance crossing or encounter at EYW


 as he was delivering newspapers to distribution points..  around  the Island...


IT was the treating with dignity...... thing he guessed...

In the conversation with his now widowed wife.... he wanted to convey to her  how highly he thought of her past husband.

Life Flashes before our own eyes.....

SLOWER PLEASE.

Our own excuses for jumping hurdles or not.

and What is in a NAME?

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Tell Me of your Mind travel Vignettes

 A letter from A-Z accusing you of infractions......... beginning with violation of Airspace.... and ending with what?


2020 threat of intubation  suspended animation........

Delete from annals.

An injection ruining the thoughts of conception.

Seen as a bad thing or a good thing.... Fleeting Thought.

Here today gone tomorrow: Where?

A job a damn good job of it you have done Mr. six string man and poet.

Ones Capabilities .

The discredited.

The selling short of.........

Good vibrations....

Self Sabotage .......

Our familiars....

Streams of conscience thought flow to rivers......

Our quick to follow suit.

Random pieces.

A Sculpture......

In Halls......

Opening your mind for a Gods Sake.........

Is it rambling?

The yellow sheet of paper in between all of the others......

If I say to you Flawed what do you think of?

Tell me of your mind travel vignettes .

Sunday, December 20, 2020

The life we now live

 Ciphering through our notes.......

The  desert cool creeps in...


The life we now live National Movement...  The Monument to all of mankind....

No vote ever  taken no one  ever as much as asked.

We revel in our blind acceptance.........OF...



We humans running with our DNA..  in  gallon pickle  jar...fleeing the scene.. of the inseminating 

All for the takes winds up  still alone as  as a Genghis Kahn.


Going abajo and down the steps....

If you really wanted to know me you might like me. But that would require the  un-poisoning of both our  minds.

I am broadcasting from here out the bottom of the hole with a single shot skyward.


The Desert cool creeps in...

The life we now live

of no acknowledgement  of the idea on non existence but for.

So Frankly.




Thursday, December 10, 2020

and.....Even the Desert Shall Bloom after the rains

 Our meaning well: independent  jeopardy ..........

Staring into A candles flicker.........


A moment......

A pulsing connection.


A bag of small change   manipulates the total of the Sum.

The digits  change.

A Star Tan....

Invasion: When the dinner party is over.

and the desert shall Bloom after the rains.


Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Toy Time

 The perfect size shoe.....

Hey what is that moving out upstairs?

Trouble is  was the name of the Hand Puppet .

Say is...... I Feel that........ Start the song and music to plying.......

Warm up things using what you got........

It could be a lot  of biscuit's and Gravy......

Are you ready to go Joy Riding in the Halls old Friend.....?

The mold and the name of the book and twirls it right up.....

Trouble is how can you be damn near the best and most talented person ever..

and still getting nowhere albeit fast.....?

I mean the guy can write about a microwave oven with the door standing open the light on and greasy splatters inside and you think you are looking out a window in an Italian Villa with  a grape vineyard sprawled out below.......

and nothing shows up on my Feed any more... Old Friend.

Ho Ho Ho for the Holidays... and Toy Time.

Perhaps I am mistaken?

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Misfits

 It was either Dr. Hook or Frank Zappa that was singing the song he had written:

THE SPOOKEST GUY IN TOWN 

Cruel trick it was setting someone up with waiting forever for something that they were never going to get... It tied in nicely against her wishes ...and the saying he had often heard and knew the holders practiced that "Vengeance is a dish best served cold" sold by charming lots are us .

Never a one hit wonder but that man's endeavor and ceasless persistence got him where he is today...older and with his own Falcon Jet...

Sometime we meet the greats in passing and don't even know ..sometimes we do later or sometimes never even know at all 

Some old refrain in obscure time 

Our different plights in life because we did or didn't apply ourselves.

Outcomes 

And our deciphering of what might of been...

Stirring a people to battle even!

Or lead them into discombobulation even.

Picking a title which will it be?

The so called experts being wrong?

Fess up.  

I'm going to write something nice for you.

Misfits.