The Dream Of Opportunity a Swindle just ask a native. by Oliver Diogenes

BED and BREAKFAST for Sale will Finance:   Oliver asks:  have you ever cut your knee getting into bed and bloodied the sheets?
It was just a very small piece of glass on the sheet and he put all his weight on one knee..  'Good Lord! was there a scorpion in the bed?     No.......... just the slightest piece of glass punctured his knee... call it freak.

Still there was some blood on the sheets.

Oliver asks:  How many good loyal U.S. Citizens , you know we the LOYAL Americans... doth live in travel trailers and in the back seats of cars up in the ' Upper 48'  as we say? With no Dental Care  and of course it is now illegal to catch rain water off your own roof or have a garden in your front yard.........................making it nearly impossible to ween off the tit of BY DESIGN........... num num...........

Oliver was pulling a big Travel Trailer around oh up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Future.. they even had customs road blocks up there  in place in the future... it was a beautiful Sunny day... so many people living in rolling mini homes there were, why by the thousands.............. the end of the Baby Boomers... all Antiques........ by then.....

He had to pull over on a steep grade and his brakes were not working properly.... he managed to get the rig stopped in the poorest of places... just short of disaster.....in front of him a cliff and on one side a steep uphill embankment  and on the other a sheer drop off.... he wondered if he would ever be able to back up the incline... but there he was...... he had to crawl out the passenger window and then under the rig to escape.. his traveling companions seemed to have no trouble slithering under and out towards the light.. but he....was too large... fat fucker was stuck and tormented asking for the way out...thank God that dream came to an end.

He awoke in one of those Success Coach meetings... you know sort of like an Anthony Robbins foray or Napolian Hill or Dale Carnagie  take your pick they  all carry  essentially the same message.... the alleged Success coaches who tell you how to approach life... of course for several  of your silver  dimes first................. then you can sell Snake Oil Too...........

Oliver found it very interesting being in attendance ....... The leader of the pack questioned...

Who can tell me of Successful business opportunity in Central America... outside of the beast?.... one of the attendees ... held his hand up high and said... 'I know, I know'    NONE is the answer.... correct came the response.......

That is the  right answer  the Success coach replied...  Oliver wanted to say..  he knew he was right all along... Oliver grew excited.......... and said I knew that was the correct answer... but I am excited because I am right........

If Not,

Please list me ... cases of successful gringo businesses in these hinterlands .............  where opportunity doth kindly exist.

There actually are not any was the response.. beyond the  OPPORTUNITY...... of Hotel Motel tourist industry for the outsider.......

Everything is outsider dependent ...  oh and food stuffs are in demand but mostly out of reach...

The Dream of Opportunity is  a Swindle just ask a native or flip a house.
Or bring money with you  and live out your existence doling out.

                                                           by   Oliver Diogenes..............

Climbing To Dizzying Heights To Just Breath Free

Undulating like a reptile up the cold steel and hugging the wall....

Oliver was climbing up the rickety steel scaffolding grasping to  boxes with electric cables going in them  on the wall so as not to fall but  he was concerned about getting shocked at the same time, up up he went......

Before that he was driving around in a late 40's sedan with surface rust on it  and only one wheel and tire on the left front... it was in rough shape...  he went across the street old U.S. One to buy a bus ticket.. but his father wearing a flannel shirt  found him first, he was  happy and pleased to see him ...  so  he had no need after that because he would just catch a ride with him you see?..... His father was glad to see him always was....

So anyway Oliver  leaned  way out holding on with a strong grip  and the whole mess fell backwards  scaffolding  and all from way up on high into a big shiny pile of Junk... Stuff that sort of looked initially valuable but was actually chrome plated plastic.... rubbish.... eye candy...  that soon fades.... after the presents are opened.... kind of junk.

He thought if he fell he would be injured but fortunately he was not... miraculously  he got up walked across the street and into the old hotel... an all run down creepy place...  he opened the door to one room and it was all black inside.. he went to turn on the light because he wanted to see.. but it was broken...  he decided not to venture further it spooked him.

He went out of doors and thought maybe that is it to  'breath free'.

Climbing To Dizzying Heights To Just Breath Free.................

The Secret Life Of Louise Ciccone

Compelled.

I like it when you put your reading glasses on and look over the tops  of them at me.
Though some hundreds of miles apart... we both wore swaddling cloths...under the same stars....

                                                       Oliver.

Buy Your Own Heart Some Flowers

Dear Heart,


Who has ever been a better friend?

In you  and by you all  these years?

Faithfully... every moment.........

Better yet give your own heart everything.........

One could start with a dozen red roses or perhaps your Heart would prefer yellow ones or white...

You could ask.

What else might your heart.. like?

No better a friend ever then your very own heart........

Get off the pot and .............

Buy Your Own Heart Some  Flowers...................
                                                                                With Love
                                                                              Oliver and the Gang.

Afraid Of Waiting

The Tide was falling....... pushing in and then sucking out with a crash........ a violent rolling a thrashing...
a churning tropical salty milk shake...............

The Frigate birds shadow was cast and past in the freshly washed   sand in front of him..... not one others foot print  laid in the twice daily erasure of  human evidence ,      This  the coming and going of the Tide was.........

He looked into the now separated tidal pool... it held crystal gin clear water... like looking down into natures own aquarium... there  swam fish...... one a lone blue tang all trapped together until the next incoming......... Hermit crabs by the thousands  scurried up above on the high beach heading who knows where?........

He thought about the psychosis of success...... he laughed.... perhaps he ought not  or perhaps he should  even louder.

What do you want?  Oliver had been questioned this earlier in his life.

Maybe that is What he questioned, to want.  What is this Wanting business before being satisfied about ?

He was before some corporate magnate...... trying to please an asshole..... he could go to work for somebody else maybe that was what his employer wanted of him all along?  He could only question it now for it had just now only occurred to him.  The  Dupe and Use program ..... why everyone was signing up.. as they labeled him resistor............

A dumpy house sitting in a big world was fine it was comfortable........  well, he could always write........

'Only Love Whispers In The Dark between sleep and waking'

All minds are subjected to their influences.

Getting the last word in , then you will have WON!  Bravo........ he applauds himself.

Why she Screams and Flashes....... and says WHAT!    ART.................  Who said it? It was or wasn't?

She Moans............

I am living I am dreaming here, can you now see?

Some form of Tinnitus....... I hear ringing...........

As Oliver walks among the shadows cast by the trees he remembers all the cronyism's , don't laugh....

The fast tracks following him around........ Oliver lives where he goes..... most times.

He snidely remarks.....  'We are not Artists , we just burn calories in that way'

You know at the large Art Auction Barn.

He is soooooooo sorry and apologizes that he has no formal training like his contemporary masters.

and plus  'Hell'  it made him feel good to write.......  the early masters resided deep within him... you could not take it away...... or delusional  either way works...........

The psychosis of success........  he laughed.

Afraid of Waiting.
                                                         Please keep laughing.
                                                                     Oliver.

The Lost Beatles LYRIC

The Filipino man came up to Oliver and said People have differences.......

As the Beatles sang in the background the lost lyrics....  "So relieved to see the insides of you"

You know every body similarly ,  everybody is looking for those abnormal realities.

Knocking on my bedroom door.......

My home is by the shores of the Sea.

The rotund man was sitting in the chair as I walked into the restaurant... I had not been in for some years... he looked familiar... he recognized me, but I did not know him... he had piercing blue eyes that sparkled.
He looked at me, I said long time no see.

Westward Ho young man.

Courtier:
                                                        Oliver.

Locked Out At The Trade Show

A lifetime or earlier today:

Please do not put your hand in front of the beautiful mountain view:

Old Technology New Technology photographer:

Why they locked you out of the Trade show just like me.

You had the very best of the wares.....as the old school photographer..............

apparently the Trade Show coordinators ........ had their heads buried in the new technology...

So much so they locked you out even though you had the very best of the wares..........

Locked Out At The Trade Show.........
                                                                  Oliver Cliff.

Scoot Over Boys

Scoot over boys we are welcoming Oliver Cliff to the Club.

Would you like to say something Oliver?    Yes.... well please continue then.

Mistaking the people that do not care for those that do, her oily hair fell straight down from her head towards the floor.

Upon Government most anybodies:

"Greed Cloaked as good intention is never having to make a stand, and still having it go your way"

Following suite of various Caribbean Nations....... Cuba as  the last bastion of Destruction has commenced...

It was the plan.....  the Canal project going across Nicaragua has been stalled...... however Lake Atitlan in Guatamala  has been having a red tide and fish die off, of course no one can figure out why.

The only solace I take is in knowing when Mother Earth has seen enough she will sling man off as the Lamprey he has proved to be.

Scoot Over Boys.
                                                             Sincerely
                                                                               Oliver Cliff.