~~~~~ Sunshine Daydream , Impossible Events , where it all led to ~~~~
This is a portion out of one of the chapters i wrote for my latest book
chapter is entitled : " Behind the trails "
what was behind what we experienced ,, the motives , our views afterward ,
where those trails would lead us
second paragraph begins :::
1971,,,,,,, as it was :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
""" He was the Guy with the bags under his eyes , always staring out ,
into night time skies ,,
Her , with eyes of deep turquoise , those kind that trance you , and you fall
into them .
I , I was the teenager , shine to the smile , that could open cracks into the darkest
corners of a persons mind ,,
left to my center and below my elbow , midway between chin and lip
sat " Satire " ,,,, whom everyone loved , as I would have , if i only trusted
a little more .
Satire sang always ,,, everywhere she went ,, walked like a poem ,,, seeking it's
Constant was the happiness ,, nothing brings good souls down for long .
Thoughts were exchanged for no price , just given and received politely ,,
even donned seedlings of truth here and there .
Eye of Bags , once flipped a gaze suddenly , in my direct position ,,
and , as a reply verbally , was not required ,, I simply complied to the request
and handed over another grin ,, with rainbows for garnishes .
Too deep eyes smiled back my way , and I knew we loved each other , but distantly .
I wonder now , whether we should have indulged our desires for one another ,,,
but no , some things are simply fated to predestine , and it is as it should have been .
Ms. Sexy little ass , walked with a swagger whenever she saw me around ,,
She like to Temp the pretty boys ,, just to withhold her favors and watch their disappointed countenance flow from the hearts , she tormented .
Comets fall ,,, Stars shoot ,,, and simple minds ,,, well they just muse through ,,
always wondering ,, never thinking ,,, just wondering .
Now , as then , I seldom fear that turn of the page ,, however , this one turn ,,
tossed an image , not too bad a picture actually ,, but a stirring one .
The Verse went :
" I don't know ,,,,,,,,,, but I've been told ,,,
if you dance all day ,,,, you'll never grow old ,,,,
Just as often ,,, I've heard it said ,,,
if you don't dance at all ,,,
you may as well be dead "
~~~~~ End ~~~~
No one complained ,, but we changed the color anyway ,,,
from a rusty primer red ,,,
to bright sky blue ,,, replete with magenta pin stripes , bossed deeper
than Sunset from an island in an unknown Sea .
we added chrome rims and fat tires ,,,
and christened her ,,,,
" Soquillity "
She was a '56 , Chevy Panel delivery ,,, waiting for Love to bring her back to
youthful prance ,,,,,,
Soul-eyes added an 8 track Tape deck ,, and some bootleg live shows ,,
I put the carpet in and we used recliners for seats ,, straight out of the living room ,,
the love seat was two and one half inches too long ,,
so we ,, well , no one liked those chairs anyway .
On the eve that an electrical storm swamped L.A. ,, we endeavored the first road trip in her ,,,
and found we had forgot to check the wiper blades ,,
nothing ,,,could I see ,,, so I pulled over and waited for the storm to drop a little ,,
Cops eying us with disdain ,, but left us alone , for fear they may be coerced into
helping us ,,,
Turquoise eyes warmed my ears with her whisper and a few sweet sighs ,,,,,
love touched that small nerve in the joint between your heart and mind ,,
and the touch became a solid state " Good House keeping Seal of Approval " grab on me .
Light bulbs began to pop out all over the sky above the Sea ,,, the waves sounded ,,
and further I lapsed into her breathing on my neck ,,, the bright in those eyes ,,
she leaned into my lips ,, soft, , very light kiss ,,
I was done ,,, over done ,,,
and sad eyes began to find reasons for leaving the road for the night .
You tip the waitress , and I'll treat the meals ,, just don't be cheap about it .
only rule I have for the road trips we take ,,, just don't be a sting with the tips .
My mother was a waitress ,, "no tips " should have their tushes super glued
Nasal noise at night , when sleeping with many friends in one vehicle ,,
" Arlo ",,, was a jackhammer snore type ,, a squirrel once dropped a pine cone on him for snoring under her tree .
I heard it hit his forehead ,, too dark to see it happen though ,,
funny it was too , cause he rose up cussing at the Squirrel ,,, like he knew
before hand that it was her ,,,,,,,, he musta been dreaming about squirrels ,,
he's like that , he even thinks in dreams ,, I don't think reality was ready for Arlo ,
he kinda came into the World at a time of change ,,, but still ,,, the World
was not prepared for his kind of changes .
I always wondered why the World didn't just kick him out .
~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You may not clearly recall your birth , you may even wonder ,,
if you were born here at all , or just dropped off here by a Craft from
You may wonder ,
you may guess ,,,
you may never know for sure the truth of your Soul ,,,
I recall it all , past the Womb , and back into the World I call my true Home .
Been said , One single person can change the course of History ,,,
I'm sorry ,, but History is more fickle than linear ,, it's humps and curves ,, allow for nothing concrete nor specific ,,,
You can only wonder what History may have been had not a certain single person changed it ,,,
Truth is , they changed nothing about History ,,, History happens ,
and how it happens ,,, may be the way it was going to happen anyway .
but I doubt that a bit .
We suppose there may be a predestined history ,,,
but to what extent can an alternate be manifested if at all ?
Obama promised CHANGE ,,,
Did anyone believe it would be a change to the better ?
Hitler was a Change ,
But I doubt seriously he changed History ,,,
History ( Future Tense ) is of and by it's own , and nothing is going to change that .
Over Lapping Memes are by rote ,,,, going to create conflicting energy waves
in the thought streams ,,,
Memes can by that truth , be known to arm wrestle themselves into
an impasse ,,, where nothing comes to fruition ,,,,,,,,
I have always thought it strange ,,,,
That people would rely on LEADERS to create a change for them ,,,
For as I think , I change my situation on my own self reliance ,,,,
and those who await a leader to change their situation for them ,,,
are hopeless losers .
We create our situation by either allowing or disallowing others
to manipulate it .
I'll take my situation by my own hands every chance I can find .
To fondle the thoughts ,,, to manipulate your reality for yourself ,,,
How scarey can it be , that people refuse to at the least , make an attempt at it for themselves ?
How selfish , Lazy , and cowardice , that is of them .
and how fitting that they suffer the fate others give them by their own consent .