Me Dad

Built that way ' It's half there your never the whole of your fathers eyes.'

Built that way...The their coming back at you... like it or not.

"The Sins of the Father"

Isn't that something if it made you?

The genetic motor windings...... that you are...

The Carrier.

The deliverer of the message.

Share  in the guilt with me darling wont you?

'It's half there your never the whole of your fathers eyes'

Me Dad......

Pandora's Box... OH! and look you went and opened it......  why thank you so.......

I was breaking the chain of the ills......... and along comes the nosy poker bird.

Maybe it was the Coates  and the O'Sullivans you wore as a child or the spheres of light that surrounded your inner child?

I see what you are saying about being built that way now.

The old Plantation owner and slave driver is now your neighbor.

Our forgiveness..... is all we now have...... 

The closer to the source.

The Great Revelation...... Shall we cry?

Is the job ever finished before they tear the old place down?

When did it start.... the beginning of that dream...  on Barry Avenue.

The chosen not to speak anymore.

The damage done.

and yet your believing in Valhalla Still..........

The old boy was on to something... traveling through time and space in the confines of his little room.

The Wind the tempestuous Wind blew just the other side of the window pane.

Me Dad.

                                        MISMO.

In Keeping with the theme

 Don't be a spoil sport... come on now....

Are there or is there a limit to a better way or ways?

Considerations to the variations.......

Times when not to listen to approach and departure ... their are existing cases of their instructions have proved lethal .

FLAWS.  I am sure so and so didn't mean to but not the less all the occupants are dead.

I was dreaming about lightening my luggage...

and changing my name to Johnny Sit on his Ass... up in Fairbanks ... maybe, and you know watch the grass grow or something?

I could buy a Pink Piper to fly around in  and drive a very blue Cadillac. 

I wanted to ask you..... are you feeling any different about things this morning?

Can our imaginations escape physical limits.

Since everything is connected and all.

or is it more of a stepping across into the new way of doing something?

Maybe you should be sure you are talking to GOD before you listen and follow what you think are his instructions.

and thinking later... yes I should of ignored 'THEM'  and taken off directly into the wind.... and not suffered loss due to ill advise based in some flawed authority of 'THEIRS'

It happens...

I guess you got to know when to call it?

In Keeping with the theme.

Who knows why about anything?

 Running yourself ragged trying to figure it out, who reads what and why?

I shall attempt to write about nothing of any consequence.

The Marked down under wear Bin at K Mart.

I hope that is fucked up enough for you?

I was in the market for underwear yesterday.

Nothing worse then ill fitting underwear...

I got pissed off and threw the lot of them away.

Rub me the wrong way and see what happens.

There was a black tub..  full of nothing but men's opened underwear for me to sort through....

Good LORD! most of them were HUGE........... I mean immense.........

Fuck those ones..... Good GOD! off to the side with you.

Damn those tighty whitey Fruit of the Looms I fear are to big also....

Fuck me.

and I don't like those boxer shorts either........

How about that pair of Haines?

 and LOOK! why they are only $1.50 as I put back the package of 3 for 14.99  that are on sale for 9.98.

and then after more pawing  deeper I found the other two pair....

Now I had 3. @ $1.50

Maybe they are a little to large?

I don't know shall we take a chance as we argue with our self?

Up to the Check out girl I go.... here baby.. do you like my new underwear... can you ring me out please? 

I had it figured $1.50 times 3 that would be around $4.50 NO? what a deal!

so the three pair rang up to 2.25........ well I am not asking any questions............  screw that.

Do you want a receipt she asks....  No that is alright thank you.

I got back up to little torch and tried on a pair...  a lovely fit.  and Bright White to boot....

my balls feel better.

I hope I have succeeded in writing on about virtually nothing of any  importance or meaning .... to anyone except maybe me.

Shall I send you a photo?

'A Bard Thanks For Coming' Oh and please do 'SEE HOW IT WORKS'

 A Bard thanks for coming oh and please do point out the cases of  'SEE HOW IT WORKS'

The Blue Eyed Indigent .............

As the only Son 'Heir'  Barefoot used to say  'IF' I outlive my father ....'I am going to show you what money is for'  'How to enjoy its use as a tool for travel and the finer things to eat' I am certain he was from the descent of Scottish highlander... The Caucasus mountain  regions.......

His father was a wealthy man...  Up in North Carolina... a professional soldier having  become a Lakeside  Marina owner/operator... in his later years... up in there.

Their relationship was perhaps sadly fueled by the Sailboat/Power boat feud as Father Son. Daddy despised Sail Boats... according to Mike... Dad said  they never bought fuel and  Daddy did  own the local Marina... SEE? See See See See SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....?   How It Works..... Do you?

They called him Barefoot Mike around this place....  He lived on his 23' O'Day in Coupon Bight and rode a bicycle with aluminum rims that would not rust out.........

He was more of a SEER ............ an analyst.... in human behaviors... then a Bum........ he seemed very accurate when calling out a Spade for a Spade over the years....... often hilarious as well in the doing so of.

He had some serious dental issues... but had no money to go to the Dentist. Their rates somehow are not a criminal Act...........

He died up on the Appalachian trail as a section hiker in a shelter...  the flies swarmed around his turning purple body a fellow hiker lady found him...  on a following morning..

Subsequent to his death....I met his father due to circumstances ... he  was dyeing of lung cancer...  He loved spraying agent orange in Asia... he told me....he also informed me he paid $9500 for that Boys Casket it had a special rubber seal... he 'Mike' was getting ripe you know?

I could not help but See Mike... Chuckling......... with his rotting teeth.......

The Bard he was...........   'A Bard Thanks For Coming'  and pointing out  the cases of...  'SEE HOW IT WORKS?'

Just before the waking moment

The reminding of what I already knew.

The within us.

Our separated bloodlines.

Our interpretations .

Love of the River before it passes under the bridge.

I looked up over the doorway......  I see the pictures of you and feel the lonely in me.

HI Dad..... part of me is checking on you.

Equilibrium finds itself.

Our misdirection.

Relics is from the past or are from the past.

What I offer is kind of opportunistic .

Just before the waking moment.

Our mental illness

 Is that what it is?

Cognitive Enterprises ....

The interested 

get to go...

Is it selfish to feel good?

What about everybody else and the others?

Our mental illness 

Is that what it is?

Pure Dream

 Prepare to launch on a WHIM!

Our No Hope is to big anyway

No Laughing everyone is a grouch in here.......

YOU just keep  listening.

                                              Pure Dream.