Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Common Mans Poetry..........

Poetry:

Looking forward to with great anticipation towards the next burglary or robbery:

Poetry:

A normal butt holes itching:

Poetry:

Ah Such Sad Puppy Dog Eyes of Notoriety:

Poetry:

Ah Good Morning: To the poor little humming birds that are flitting about but not their empty red dye # 7 sugar water  feeder:

Poetry:

He wandered around with money in his pockets the thieves took it:

Poetry:

'The International Jinglers'

Poetry:

Ah the Story of the Money Changers in the temple and the  flipping of  the tables...............

The Common Mans Poetry.........

Thursday, August 18, 2016

If you really, really, really loved somebody would you jump to cradle Them?

A family lived in the physical proximity of a very large and sheer cliff.........a vertical  wall  straight to the bottom.....  and a long damn ways down........... sandy at the bottom........

The parents were arguing  over some typical bullshit pieces of possessions  with potential monetary value if    the parts   laying out in the yard were repaired and assembled ......... the children were playing to close to the edge ........ they quite by accident fell to the bottom of the precipice and may have been gravely injured, good news was they were crying....... a  parents jumping  into the forever with abandon  and   with no hesitation    From the Heart to cradle them that were injured below. If you really , really, really loved somebody would you jump off of a cliff  without thinking ?....... Would you jump?  Would you find  In your dream  you fell  and unexpectedly landed softly,
then to cradle them ?

If you really, really really, loved somebody would you jump to cradle Them?

Monday, August 8, 2016

Where to begin to tell the story.

I suppose......... with beginning  to tell............

Beginning after two cheap Margaritas with extra salt on the glass... 8 chicken wings deep batter fried in lard and a huge Greek Salad  should suffice............. and a      famitodina.........

Oliver was laying in bed by the open window the bed was right by the low painted soft blue with a flat water based paint  dried on the  window sill... good Lord! what was that noise?  A crazy woman out in the yard at 5:30 a.m.  mowing the lawn with a gas mower.... why the Sun was not even up yet...   Oliver started hollering at her in quasi anger on a rant............

Are you out of your mind?  etc........ can't you see what time it is?  What is the matter with you? Oliver was scolding her.... soon the neighbors were all chiming in as well... I guess the unhappiness and discontent was sort of easily contagious... you might or could say.............

Well next thing you know.... apparently Oliver had said something else to one of the disgruntled neighbors and off on a tangent they went of their of own accord bickering ...  Later he tried to back paddle... you know the old can't unsay what has been said, he did not feel good that he had been a part to making someone unhappy.

after things had settled down...........

His really good friend that had died about 6 years earlier came into the room...

Oliver was thrilled to see him... and had so much to ask him.... his old friend could speak to him or just tell him............. telepathic ............

Oliver noticed his friends hair was not  Gray any more  and he was younger looking...  he must of dyed his hair, that was Olivers Assumption.

He was stressing  the unimportance  of certain previous endeavors........ that had been undertaken in the past and he had been a part to.

Where his friend lived now..   there was no wanting.....  just doing, going, being, acts of spontaneity ....

The Allowing of yourself..... he tried to explain there was still some form of desire.... but not same earthly wanting... ascribed to earthly gain.......... like gold and money.

He thanked Oliver for not hounding him on his earlier earthly journey about any specific beliefs he held or did not hold....... and how he had not judged him for it... in the name of some foolish religion.

But conveyed to Oliver.. that he had not been     wholly    correct with his reasoning either.

Oliver looked up into the crystal clear night sky and noticed some Stars were brighter then others...

some more Vivid......... the heavens had stars of different hues..... and winking constellations....  and a diamond shape  one with a tail... something he felt  almost familiar with there.

Oliver recanted and wound up standing firm for the woman pushing the lawn mower at 5:30 in the morning after all she did not mean any harm and was deemed by him not right in the head and  by her oh so holy peers.... that  didn't mean she should be executed for it or any thing....  geese she was just cutting the grass because it was cool out and she wanted to...........

Oliver was so happy to see his old friend... that he told him so... he expounded upon it...  ' You really just don't know how happy I am to see you'

His friend left... but then came back again for a second time briefly ... this pleased Oliver immensely ....

and later  he thought to himself about what he had heard......... ' Your here still stems from Trying'

Where to begin to tell the story.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Dust, Dusty, The Dust............

Oliver used to work for a roofing company on Big Pine... that  did all kinds of roofing... if they  knew how to or not... you know the figure it out as you go program... Portuguese tiles, Asphalt shingles, Tin, Hot Tar... ahhhhh yes mopping hot tar.. now there is a Wet dream come true......... dropping lugs of cold tar into a cauldron of propane heated goo to over 400 degrees... then hauling boiling buckets of tar up the ladder with a rope...  Oliver  was a green horn... once he  dropped a lug into the bubbling hot  vat  as another workman a carpenter or electrician  or plumber passed behind the Kettle... a drop of that screaming hot tar flew up over the lid and landed right on top of one of his ears..... It was all Oliver could do to keep from laughing at the dance the unlicensed tradesman  did that included rapid swatting of his ear....  all it needed was some Cha Cha music in the background as he bolted for the shade yowling... Oliver felt so bad... still he  was laughing hysterically , Mixed emotions................... he guesses............. or Maybe he was sick himself.

Then there was Dusty:

Dusty was a real card..... he was  a North Carolina Boy... gone bad I suppose.... he injected a  Cocaine mixture into his veins as often as he could... He wore little  Navy blue canvas slip on shoes one had a small hole in the top that was fraying.... Dusty always spoke in the third person... he called himself  ' The Dust '  The Dust don't like this or The Dust don't like that etc.... he would climb up the 40' ladder and up onto the roof and walk up to the peak and stand on the very edge... and wobble around he would shake at the knees and flay his arm round and round... and  say.... " The Dust Fall Down"  it was pretty funny.... maybe you had to be there? Insane.

anyway... the Dust's big dream for the morning was thinking about the end of the day.... and how he was going to do what he referred to as a   'Master Blaster'  Ohhhhhhhh he loved the thought of the 'Master Blaster'  that was more important then food.  Master Blaster this Master Blaster that..... all through the day nail guns popping .

He liked Vodka too............  Dust, Dusty, The Dust.............