My last words on 2015....I'm tired!Its kinda like the presidential race which has been on the front page every day for months now.So much so that you might think the election isn't a year away. Basically I'm saying despite all the mighty things of this year, its like the crack in the damn...the flood to follow.Family thoughts first...all is well basically.  But nothing was easy, like getting my son a car, then another, then another.  I wont bore you with the details why.  My daughter dropping out of school is going to have repercussions to come.  She is at heart a good girl though and just needs a little time to work out her place in this world just as we all must do.  Thank goodness for grandchildren right... for they are forever perfect.Music for me this year has been a lot of Elton.  I spent about half the year just listening tothe artist that has inspired me more than any other.  Basically grabbing my roots and shaking some dirt off.  As for movies I did not get to see "S raw rats" yet so 'Jurrasic World'

It began as a dream like all dreams do with memories. Lukas was at the party of his friends, Genniva and Arash. An informal gathering though most guest were decked in their best. A private party in the island home of two of the more wealthy of Grecians. No paparazzi for miles but there was one photographer, Lukas. His photos have adorned the covers of Life, National Geographic, and Time. And before he could make his exit, his host Arash shoves a camera into his hand. Just a few he says please, and how can anyone resist such a gracious host. But leaving the party takes a much darker turn. Instead of the reality, which was Lucas taking a chopper and then a plane to his home in South Africa, in the dream he walks. Down the road some to no particular place. He passes a lamb. Just standing by the side of the road. Stoic and still it was even though it was being consumed by flies. Covered the poor creature was by green bottle flies. Only its small feet and sad head were left molested. Lucas con

somewhere in the darknesshours after midnightdown comes the fortressup comes the lightI feel like I’m living in the late showheaded for the reruns, the great unknownalone at night I’m my own late showwaiting for the ads to come and gocirca 1980's

I hope you got wet when it rainedmy heart is breaking from all this paini'm feeling so bad I just wanna diehow I trusted you and all your liesand I still miss you I must be insaneso I hope you got wet when it rainedand drowned in all the tears I criedI fell for you on stormy nights  tweaked a piece from the 80's

THE MEEK WILL INHERIT THE EARTH

trapped in a raindrop, slashed on the pavementsomewhere in the litter ridden pastures of the citybeneath the frozen shadows, monuments to toiltime after after this bitter burden ceases to yieldpeople come out of the cracks of the nightthey live the code of leacheshis nakedness shown in neon light  april 10 1986bits of a piece called life, which I first wrote in 76 but started the composition with fresh lyrics 10 years later. now this piece is 15 verse long both times, my bohemian rhapsody.  but I never got to complete the whole recording but... one section. where my character is accused of murder ended up with a life of its own."witness" not only got expanded into its own song but we renamed the band for it as well somebody spread the wordall about what I've heardhe got a little for the headnow some stupid old man is deadsomebody get the newsthere was nothing I could doi'm more than just innocenti'm your goddam witness

I had realized a long time ago that I just don't see things the way the rest of the world does.  I felt so alien as a child.  I've notice that often when typing I invert letters (hwat, nad for example). so had to I learned to look for them, though theses days spell check works wonders.  but is part of this thing of mine. when someone tells me their phone number, I will right it down, last 4 #s and then need them to repeat the first 3.  its like part of my mind is always a few seconds ahead of the exposition.  ask me the simplest of questions and there's this delay before I answer. to compensate I've simply learned a series of prepared responses so people see me far quick witted than I am.  i'd read more but by the time i'm deep in chapter 3 I need to re-read chapter one.  that's why most of my own stories are so short and I've written such a vast number of poems.that's also why Shakespeare is one of the few authors I've read.  its a joy to linger on a given page reading it over and over till its truly sinks i

my father was a truck driver riding tires that fate driven night
my mother was a cashier who saw my dads last fight
she took him to the back room where no one else could see
she did her best for his final request and the end result is me
if you think u got it bad
dont travel the roads i have
cause they are long and winding, tough and binding
i eat chips from a kine
mum tried to give me to the wolves but they gave me back
then she tried her best to feed me to a mountain cat
and as she laid on her death bed all listened to her plea
they did thier best for her final request was to have the end of me

dont get mad but if u do i dont care
i'm tired of reaching when nobody's there
you dont answer when i call
so its not my fault at all
i dont know how but we grew apart
cobwebs fell on firey young hearts
has all the passion burned you out
did something verify all of your doubts
we were just going through the motions
i was drowning in a love starved ocean
she does everything you use to do
and she doesnt even do it better

Tallahatchie Bridge
 
 
SOME DAYS THEY JUST CHANGE YOUR LIFE.  FOREVER THERE WAS THEN,  AND WE CAN ONLY LIVE IN THE AFTER.  I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITH A SORROW THAT CAME TO ME THE THIRD OF JUNE YESTERYEAR .  I HAD BEEN AWAY AT SCHOOL AND GOT INTO TOWN JUST IN TIME FOR DINNER.  I WAS SITTIN WIT MY FOLKES HAVING SUMMERS FIXINS, WHEN I REMEMBER PA ALMOST LAUGHING AS MA SAID IT.   BILLIE JOE MACALLISTER DONE DID MURDER ON HERSELF TODAY.  AND SO MY WORLD ENDED WHERE I THOUGHT IT HAD BEGAN.
 
 
THAT SUMMER BEFORE I WAS WALKING HOME, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL AND ALL.  CROSSING THE TALLI LIKE IVE DONE  A FEW THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE.  ITS A BRIDGE THAT SERVES ITS PURPOSE BUT NOBODY PUT NO LOVE IN HER MAKING.    BUT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE GOD SEES FIT TO SHINE A LITTLE EXTRA LIGHT DOWN ON HER.  LIKE THE DAY I FIRST MET BILLIE JOE.
SHE WAS THROWING ROSE PETALS TO THE WATERS FAT FROM THE LAST OF THE SPRING RAINS.
 
THEY SAY THIS BRIDGE IS CURSED, SHE SAID TO ME.... NOBODY KNOWS WHY, JUST A THANG THAT IS.  YOU CAN FEEL IT CANT YOU.