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CITY DISPATCH In the cities of this world, one theme runs the same over and over again. A young man, woman, or a family enters the city gates with enthusiasm after burning all the bridges behind them and conquering the city ahead of them no matter how old or new.  And on the other side the same numbers, give or take little exits the city gates, and vows never to return as they have plowed this concrete farmland to no avail. The bells toll for both, who come and go. But never for the ones who stay behind to endure its travails. GOD BLESS YOU May all be well with you DMD

Memories of a Funeral. It’s well past midnight. I sit beside an oil lamp in a city that sleeps late, as we all ponder the events of today. It’s the last hurrah of summer and the shadows of winter have crept in ever so slowly into this season of despair. We were robbed by the death of a beloved brethren, and this closed and tight community feels the loss of terribly. We are what we are, and who we are, and then there is the family, the neighbors, and friends. Who am I to the departed, I still don’t know, but I am here to say “Goodbye.” Early this evening darkness came early, and grave diggers were busy at the cemetery plot.   I could smell the freshly dug earth, and when all was said and done, as we all stood around I could hear the wooden coffin scrape the sides of the grave as it gently settled at the bottom, in the bosom of mother earth. I turned towards my sister and whispered in her ear, “he was very old, we are still very young, and we have a long way to go. “ She said “True,...

City Confessions. Here we only speak of  "Truth, and Forgiveness,’’ Parishioner said, “Bless me father because I have sinned.” The priest replied, “Why? “ “Where did you come up with that one? ‘’ “I will bless you when you do good, And condemn you if you do bad.’’ “Blessing you after you after you have sinned is not an option.’’ “Forgiveness that’s another chapter” The priest said, “My dear child, you have lost your way let me show you the path.’’ “The truth can be told in a second. But lies take a lifetime to deny. Was the serpent ever in your ears, did the evil one beguile you? ‘’ “So what do you want? “ “Forgiveness or condemnation. “ Suddenly the confession box grew awfully cold, as the priest pressed his ears harder to hear the answer. The repentant left and was well down the street to another church with a more lax and understanding Padre   God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

Love mysterious love . A Letter to my ethics and my morality, what else is left? Why stand at the edge of anything? Leap, leap into the abyss of love and embrace it fervor thusly, and meet s omeone at infinity and oblivion at the river they call emotion. Why go to the ocean edge and not even wet thy feet What’s the point of it all? Fill thine ears with wax, and hear no mournful cries, of lovers past. Hear no tales that might lure you away.   ‘’ Do not be lured away.” I pray thee, to hurry and take flight in the bosom of a siren's sweet song. Fly as this might be the very last time you may cross the impassable reef, the thin veil of unfaithfulness. Kismet brings strangers together so they can love. Kismet makes strangers into lovers. But fate does and has the final answer. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

Saddle up and buckle up  In this world, the disorder is very closely followed by the ordered life. Because one knows fully well that when humanity drops its guard it will surely win tomorrow. Just as the night brings mischief, and undoes the work of saints and angels, in this world. You must do your bit to bring, the order in this life, while you still have the time and the right inclinations. So, brethren, I say “ Saddle up and buckle up .”   Be generous, you are on the edge of giving, the wondrous gifts of Love, humility, peace, kindness, and sincerity. Give generously to each other, and to those in need or teach others who do not have the knack of it, and the lack of it. Season Greeting God bless you May all be well with you DMD

A Message of Love and Hope to the people Edo. As we stand on distant shores and gaze upon you and your country. Our heart goes out to you, in your hour of need, and we are truly sorry for your loss. Winter is fading slowly. Spring is almost here. Summer is rising fast. Glimpses of cherry blossoms. Yet another moon, yet another, blossom. In this dream of yours and mine, under a lifeless tree. Don't give up. God bless you. May all be well with you. DMD

Oh, Ma... I miss you! We shall all meet again. Oh, mother, I miss you. Mother, you cried for me when you brought me into this world, you did not care if I was a saint or a thief, we were both of sin. Yet you cried for me some more when I left you for the journey back home. But who mourned for thee, your village, your family, your loving pets. Who mourned for thee?  your neighbors and acquaintances, I do not know.  But I know, it was not the Parish , Priest. God bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Passion Fight.  On a very hot afternoon, somewhere in Southeast Asia, the monsoons had betrayed the farmers once again, and the city folks waited for the cool rains to fall and shower them with forgiveness and wash away their sins committed in the darkness of infidelity. Passions are running hot, as two lovers are in a pitched battle, one is the aggressor and one the defender and the dodger of flying objects in this household of abject poverty. And yet magically these two lovers switch roles, and their passions are ablaze, with no end in sight. The whole neighborhood, stands on the street, and sits on sidewalks and wait and see how it will play out. It's a theater in the park with no admission fee. These passionate lovers are brimming with mistrust, and hurl verbal accusations of deceit, and lies. As the stakes are high and family honor is at stake and Love is the ultimate prize. Where mankind has failed only Cupids intervention would settle this fight of fiery passion and regret, ...

Did you hear the whistle blow? So hit the gate ,quick hit the gate, don't slow down ,pick up your feet, head for the gate. Here comes the man with his overtime bait, don't stop, don't stop just hit the gate. He will tempt you like the devil , he will mess with your mind, and fill it with guilt, you just hit the gate. You are the donkey and the company man has the carrot. He will get what he wants from you , but you will never get the carrot in front of you . So when you hear the whistle blow , don't take the bait, don't slow down do your eight and hit the gate. Just hit the Gate, Where is the union man ??? He left you and now he got the job doing the eight. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

A word said, a word understood, a nod and a wink, an emotion betrayed and a hand gesture understood, but no words spoken; a spark is lighted in the world of the blogger. And a blog is born on a piece of paper or on the pixel screen. Let the hand maiden of imagination take you on the uncharted,unlighted world of   blog creation. May your blog light up and inspire others with its uniqueness and originality.  As always may you fight a good blog fight. If you are selling anything via your blog , I have nothing for you, you are basically a shop keeper with low overhead. Also what we do not need is another food blog, if   you are food blogger , I have nothing for you. We all have been   disappointed   by exotic fruits and cold cuts of meat and cheese from exotic towns of this world, coming to your  mail box in the   off-season   of nature, where you dwell. We all know what we like and   don't   like; none   of us after reading a fo...

Dying tree spoke to me. Dear stranger, sorry ! I could not give you no shade or no fruit to you. They have uprooted me. You should have come by when I was rooted, my soul rode the clouds on all days and all night, and humanity rejoiced under my shade. The winds and the clouds have planted my soul somewhere ,someplace far away where you will never uproot me. There is no respite for you and me, on this road, your tongue is dry ,your throat is parched, and I have been wrenched from my mother bosom.   Now there is no shade , no fruits on this treeless landscape you call home. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Suddenly it happens, when you are alone or with the multitude, your human spirit reaches its limit of endurance of this world’s nonsense. The spirit cries out, in desperation, and tries to grasp at feeling, emotion, a wise saying or even a memory of yester years. It searches a million thoughts in a flash to grasp for something trust worthy and familiar to guide it from its present malaise. Tears running down on a stangers face, you see it everywhere from fancy neighborhoods to inner city sidewalks, and bus depot .P asserby remember when they were also there yet at another place and yet another time. This cold dish of raw emotion is for you today, but not for me I had my fill just yesterday …. Some of us, we are here for you, but not all of us. Your river of emotion has run dry, and your spirit is parched, it needs just a few drops of loving humanity from a passing stranger. Only if you could be so humble to just reach out, and say, “ Please would you help me, all I need is...

Summer will rise, as the winter will fade as the memories go into a deep sleep for now. Only the creatures of this earth remember, on what to do. When the ocean is on fire in the sight of the fishermen at the waters horizon. The shores are calm but not for long, the waves rise in anger & crawl the village   street . Sea creatures walk the streets, devouring   the souls of man and humanity has no were to go , but to the ocean deep.   But now the winds are calm the waters serene. We all  search for lost love, some find their love and some learn to love another.

Tears come like monsoon rain and drench the thirsty riverbed of my parched emotions. Lonely are the memories of the years past Without my love to hold me steady. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Monsoon of my life have come and gone Yet I still weep, d ry is the season of fire. Sudden visions of you, make the blades of grass drip with morning dew. Don’t mind me. They are just my tears of your memories of you. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

My first love Leaving in autumn Lost in winter, like a orphan. Tears like the morning dew Yet found in spring! Oil lamp burns out, before my passion. A new dawn chase the moon. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

MY BLOSSOM .   My seclusion, my prison, it is my winter.   Not my joy, not my summer. With a gentle nod spring is fleeting. Old love is fading and its vanishing gazes are not for me. Looking for love and needing a new love, where may I find thee A new long summer is at my door step of my bed. She is my fresh blossom, before a dark winter. God bless you May all be well with thee DMD               God Bless You               May all be well with you               DMD

HAIKU  I know the old legends of the forest. I have heard the eagle, hawk, and the crow. The sun sees all the secrets of mankind       The moon casts a shadow, of subterfuge T he owl is the wisest in the forest But the owl sees by night and is blind by day. Who is the most foolish in the forest? “I never saw Pluto. '' God bless you May all be well with you DMD

MY HAIKU . My old passion of spring grows fickle.: As a virgin of my summers youth. She is my mother earth. She is my womb and my tomb. At the end of my days. As I lay in winters peace   God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

MY HAIKU Come see my loneliness, if you doubt. The breath of my thoughts, To your lips in virgin spring. I wait for my endless summer, only with you . DMD

  Haiku : Yearning to stray               Youths first summer of love A forgetful courtesan, She forgets my name and my face. But never my yen, at the end of my tryst Too many lovers, no memories of yesterday. Now I go for penance in my dreams. DMD                             

                                    I wait …I wait…and I wait some more. I eagerly wait for thee, for the sun has left me, the night beckons, and my emotion want to betray me. Will you come or have you found another ? I dare not let my eyelids close, even though I barely see I dare not leave my vigil for you. I wait for the very sight of you, and when I see you my eyes devour every moment of you, as if you would be gone at any moment. When our eyes meet our souls have been satisfied, yet I know you will leave once more. You live in the memories of my youth, thanks my love for coming. The forest of our love is stirring, the night is fleeting and the sun awakens too soon, let us love till the owl can see no more…….   TILL WE MEET AGAIN…….   Godbless you May all be well with yo...

Wisdom of love To the departed who we knew, who were close to you and me, who were our friends and lovers.The ones in love ,who had the wisdom of  love. What we did not ask or say ,what we did not learn from them. So now the wisdom is lost, so is their reasoning . What we did not learn about love from them.  Now  all we are left behind are, more questions. Man knows sin  as he was born of sin, but love he must learn all by himself. For the lessons never taught, the wisdom never understood, we are all lost. Must we make all the mistakes of our past all over again, only to have new memories of our failures and triumphs in love. God bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Arab   Spring & The Ides of March. To all my brothers and sisters.    Read, React , Rethink, Reconsider, Regroup, Reform But never give up !! The weeks before the revolution or the days before. Did you feel anything ? Did you Sense anything while awake or at sleep? What do you remember your ?   1,SENSE:   Did you sense the revolution coming 2, HEARING: Did you hear the quite murmurings of the tidal wave of unrest and desperation. 3, SIGHT: Did you see the birth of a revolution ignite. 4, TOUCH: Were you touched by the birth of this event. 5, SMELL: Did you smell it in the wind like the precursor of a desert sand storm. 6, TASTE: Now that you have tasted   the bitter fruit of revolution . How does it taste ?     Sour at best . But the harvest will be sweet, for the next generation. But hold on just a while longer, hold on , as the Ides of March haven’t left you yet. Never give up.   God bless   you May all be well wit...

To the departed who we knew, who were close to you and me, who were our friends and lovers.The ones in love ,who had the wisdom of  love. What we did not ask or say ,what we did not learn from them. So now the wisdom is lost, so is their reasoning . What we did not learn about love. Now  are left behind are more questions. Man knows sin  as he was born of sin, but love he must learn all by himself. For the lessons never taught, the wisdom never understood, we are all lost. Must we make all the mistakes of our past all over again, only to have new memories of our failures and triumphs in love. God bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Love Hunters: Making Brief stops under shady trees,   long walks in the late evening , and early night the hunt is on in this garden of love . This garden of love is littered with languishing , and lingering shadow of lovers, but you are not alone,  you are with the one you love . Some of us live a life of blanc et noir, and some not. Many of us lead a unforgiving selfish double life, and walk on a sidewalk made for just one. Destiny will over come all and every obstacle or one can say all obstacles were part of our destiny to be triumphed. One thing is certain love can not be denied,   on earth or even the deepest ocean.   You are being chased by ghost of your conscience, wearing the mask of hunter of wanton love, you are the love hunter. When you have feasted, and devoured and satisfied your lust, you look towards the heavens for forgiveness, but only then do you disappear into the misty night, walking on the sidewalk made for one, only to return to hunt agai...

Sadness of a love lost or stolen is like a slow burning fire. Only when the slow burning embers smoulder into a raging fire, revenge and retribution are the only things that satisfy the hunger for primitive justice, no matter where the trail goes. Your hunt is fueled by the sweet memories of your love, but now grieving is all one can do , the cause is unknown . Who is to know why ? all you know your love is gone . Was it vengeance, misadventure or death by natural causes. Unless your love left because you did not have enough of what love is all about. Who is to know? . The trail of love gets hot and cold  Will you ever meet your love again,  here, there , in all the old hangouts or maybe never ever, only the memories of love remain at the end of the day to reminisce. God bless you May all be well with you  DMD

INUIT. It's cold, it's very cold, it's colder than you think anywhere. I worry, about the Inuit and think of them. They are the only people I know, who live on the edge. We all know that they live in the most inhospitable climates in the world. where and when you make a mistake you suffer the consequences, immediately and directly. Inuit learn early survival, and hunting techniques regarding the caribou, seal, walrus, and the whale. They never talk to a lone stranger on the tundra, because the legends say he is the evil ghost. When the Inuit cries out, who hears his anguished cries, not me or you. Only the pack dogs and the wolves that trail him. You got to take a minute out of your life and admire these mortal souls out there, under the heavens canopy of stars, dealing with whatever mother nature throws at them. They trust in God, and in their God-given talents. They have great memories, only in their dream do they find things that have been lost in our time, when the...

Wedding Vows What are two people looking for, who are strangers in the world to each other . What are two souls searching for. What is that you and me want or wanted  for each other.Answer is I am looking for another one like myself,hopefully from a different family tree from far, far away.But yet the same , but better. The odds of that happening is worse than winning Lotto or getting some serious money from your mother  in law or father  in law. So when the time comes close  for you, and me  to take that bus which is leaving from the depot for a church altar near you. What do you do?  Total desperation       For the young there  are a few options, like the dating scene, marriage brokers and , arranged marriages. If they work more power to you, otherwise it is russian roulette, till the bitter end of time. The family clock is running, no heir apparent, the biological clock is running out, the two strang...

TRUTH AND LIES : One is the gold standard and the other is not. Everyone dreads the truth. In this murky world where there is no black and white. And there are many shades of grey. When you embrace the lies, you embrace the whole underworld , and you shake hands with demons in the shadows. When you embrace the truth,, you embrace the light, and the light shines bright. The heavens open up and the angels welcome you with a smile. Only on earth and in Rome does everyone dreads the truth.  God Bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Blogger Paradise: There is a world of expression and emotion at the tip of your quill, so let your ink   flow and bathe in its afterglow.The pinwheel of life turns and churns, and logic and lunacy are intertwined   like two immortal lovers. Routines and detours of daily life have bogged humanity with such charm , addiction and constraints that there is no time for your inner thoughts ,and your   fertile imagination   to be shared by the world. And before you know it, the day is over. Lucky are those who are still able to dream at night ,and some day dream , and yet find time to create and scribble their thoughts for us , there is still hope for mankind. Well it is time to refresh your mental makeup you have to look good when you are doing nothing or the bare minimum. Thanks for listening , I wish I was the only one but I am not . God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Dying wish for forgiveness I have just one last wish. Riches in my pocket, they do not matter. Riches in my home do not matter. Jaded is my mind, and tired is my frail body it does not matter. Just let me lie down with you on a bed of morning glories with a hint of lavender and roses. So I may love you again with sincerity, humility, and all the passions of my youth. Just forgive me !! God bless you May all be well with you DMD 

Dear brethren : When there is nothing ,and nothing else to grasp on to, and despair abound you and me. What is one to do ? There is no place to hide on earth or on the sea , and the despair hounds you, one must find refuge withine himself even if it is for a moment , away from this cruel meloncoly world. Refuge can be found in religion, work, love or wanton habits of this world. Refuge can also be found in the sweet countenance of animal, a stranger, or even in the company of a wise begger who has no coins of the realm, but he welcomes you with open arms to his garden of refuge for all.  So seek your refuge and tell no one, its your secret, and only your refuge from despair. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD.

MATTHEW 8:20 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. Above verses are from King James Bible. Dear brethern, Please read about the plight of our homeless, and help in anyway possible. Herald Tribune Sunday Dec 19th 2010 Homeless in paradise, community in the woods -------------------------------------------------------- USA TODAY JAN13TH 2006 Sarasota Fl The meanest city -------------------------------------------------------- Huffinton Post Nov 8th -2011 Pirates Cove Florida Homeless -------------------------------------------------------- Thanks God bless you, May all be well with you DMD

DAZZLING DISCLAIMER. A letter to all my beloved bloggers: The characters in these here blogs of today, yesterday, and the future are not at all responsible. They are not responsible for what they do to themselves or what they might do or not to each other, let alone, what they may say or do unto the author. “Young and old blogger don’t tell me later that I did not alert you I did. Didn’t, I .” Now it should be very clear to all you bloggers, that the author is a virtual prisoner at the hands of his characters from the world of fiction. The author is a totally irresponsible blogger after sundown, but at sunrise, it’s a different matter. “Hopefully you got it.”

DISCLAIMER This blog is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination. or used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events or locales or person living or dead or business establishment are entirely coincidental.  The moral right of the author has been asserted, but not deserted,  Copyright 2010 All articles, photos, are protected by copyright and may not be reproduced in part or as a whole in any electronic or medium without prior permission from the author. God Bless You May all be well with you. DMD

DREAM AND DREAM BIG Power of words and images can be traced back thousands of years. Blog writers have a responsibility to there readers, that they don’t compromise their thoughts, and writing as they are part of you. The journey that has brought you to this edge, this blogging frontier has taken mankind a very long time, just look back at history of writing; it is so old they call it by its special notation of AD, and BC. Look at the art and expression of early mankind on caves walls. Introspection is the first step in blog writing, feel pity for the reader of your blog, what a journey one has to embark on to reach your blog. Let alone read what you have written. So don’t despair, there are several good blogs in all of us, keep it up, and drink from the cup of enthusiasm, and sail on the ship of imagination. Thanks for stopping by……. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

BRANDED OUTLAW HOLD YOUR FIRE . Where ever an Outlaw rests his head, that’s the place he holds sacred, it could have been a church or a temple but it was a barn. Soon enough it will be time for him to shake the dust and keep on moving. He can hear the blood hounds, and devil is on horseback. The chase is on again, can’t stop riding, can’t stop hiding and can’t stop triggering, and the posse is riding hard Bounty hunter wants to collect and society debt has to be paid, but the law never forgets. On the prairie I was tumbleweed, on the range a cowpuncher, when I am in town I am real law abiding and peaceable citizen but they still call me a hired hand. Town folks are not shy, to ask me about my past and to touch my gun and seek my advise. But when the deed is done, they don’t want me anymore these kind folks run me out of town, after town it’s the same story everywhere. I paid my debt to society, many times over I am law abiding and real peaceable but don’t call me ...

DEDICATED TO ALL THE COMEDIAN. This blog is dedicated to the memory of those who made us laugh all over the world, whose actions have lightened our daily burdens and given us courage to face tomorrow with laughter. We all remember the people who made us laugh better than those who made us cry. So this is for all of you who have this special gift of mirth. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

GLASS CANVAS THE STORY OF AN EMPTY PAGE Looking for inspiration. As I walk, and walk on a country road, I pass old farm houses and abandoned barnyards, and suddenly before I know, where I am, I am lost and surrounded by a primitive jungle. As I sit and lean my tired bones under a shady tree, near a dried river bed, time seems to have come to a stand still. I am thankful to the tree and the shade it gives me. Looking around, it seems that the vegetation is older than me; I wonder if all this was made for me. Who knew that one day; I would come here and rest under its canopy. Not so far in the distance, scavengers are having a meal as more descend on a fresh kill, they all wear red cloaks and mantels, these ancient birds with curved beaks and clawed feet. Now and then they look over their wings and mock me, as they feast.  I, sit and starve for inspiration to ebb and flow on this empty glass canvas God Bless You May all be well with you?

DEDICATED TO  ALL THE SAILOR'S WIVES AND DREAMERS OH SETTING SUN BRINGS FORTH AN EVENING STAR BEFORE YOU PART, I PRAY. I BEG THEE TO GUIDE ME TO THE LOVE THAT I HAVE YET TO SEE, WITH A TRUE HEART I SAY TO THEE. I SAIL, I SAIL UNDER THE FADING LIGHT, AWAY FROM THE SHOALS INTO THE RESTLESS NIGHT. SURELY, I HAVE LOST MY WAY, NO STARS, NO BEACONS TO GUIDE ME IN, ON THIS MOONLESS NIGHT. THE SKY IS DARK, THE OCEAN UNFORGIVING AND THE SHIP IS CALLED GREY. I HAVE NO COALS AND THE SEA IS EAGER TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE. I GAZE UPON THE BLUFF, AND THERE I SEE MY LOVE, A LANTERN IN THE BAY. OH,  HOW YOU WELCOME ME. MY TRUE LOVE……… I AM HERE TO STAY. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

Fog is humanities best friend its like a cocoon that envelops you, it blindfolds you, it holds you to its bosom and then it makes you wait while it satisfy its love like a mother would. It amazes the young and the old, as we catch our breaths even for a brief moment at this wondrous mist. It hides ships, oceans, and make entire cities vanishes like a magicians trick. People get lost; neighbors and loved ones become unrecognizable from a distance, but just for a few moments. City lights become candle lights with halos and death wears no mask. So waiting is the word that says it all we cant go forward or backwards, nor to the womb or to the tomb, so we wait till nature lifts its veil and gently releases us from its soft cage of wondrous delight. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD