My Quill Time

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

The old legend says; After creating the universe the gods wondered where too hide the truth. Should they hide the truth on the highest mountain, or at the bottom of the sea or maybe on the dark side of the moon. Finally they decided to hide the truth, in the heart of a man. They figured he will look everywhere never suspecting it to be deep within his heart. GOD BLESS YOU MAY ALL BE WELL WITH YOU DMD 

“SOLACEVILLE" Sound and Silence, live in,     “Solaceville “ They are like night and day. Each one of them is in us, but not without us. Some call them opposite twins, different but always together. Side by side, step by step, one after the other, like two shadows. They follow humanity from birth to the grave, So where does one's quest lead us from here? Depends what you crave for, sound, silence or little bit of both. Remember, too much of one or too little of another will send you in the arms of another. So we all seek that joyous path that leads to solaceville. Some try to find it in the deep forest, some far from cities Humanity, seeks the healing of what has hurt our psyche. Remember your birth journey from the water world to this one. Well it hurt your mother and it must have registered something in your mind, of what you both went through and look at the strong bond you have with your mother. And your journey has just started, a...

DEDICATED TO SANDY A GREAT REPRIEVE FROM MY GRIEF THAT I COME TO SEE MY LOVE ONCE AGAIN. THE SUN SHINES A BIT BRIGHTER AND THE RAIN DOES NOT MATTER, AS I DROP IN FROM THE MONSOON SKY. AS DUSK FADES AWAY, THE SLEEPY MOON COMES GENTLY AWAKE, LIKE A MEDALLION,  ON THE BOSOM OF MY LOVE. IT CALLS ME, IT BECKONS ME TO ITS SWEET EMBRACE. AS WE MEET, WE DON’T ACCUSE OR COMPLAIN, THE HOUR GLASS STILL RUNS AND HERE COMES TOMORROW. FLEETING MOMENTS WE STEAL FROM LIFE ARE OURS TO KEEP. WE SHARE NONE OF THESE TREASURES,WITH OTHERS AS THEY OURS TO KEEP. THERE ARE NO CLOCKS IN THIS HOUSE OF LOVE, NO OIL LAMPS TO GUIDE MY TENDER FAMILIAR LOVE. LITTLE DO WE CARE ? PASSION KNOW NO BOUNDS PASSION IS ALL WE KNOW AND WE MOAN FOR EVER MORE, THAT’S ALL, WE HAVE TO SAY. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

DEDICATED TO SANDY: I CLOSE MY EYES FOR A QUIET REPOSE AND THERE YOU ARE NEAR ME. I OPEN MY EYES YOU ARE NOT CLOSE TO ME BUT HOW SWEET IS YOUR SCENT, THAT LINGERS HOW TENDER IS THE MEMORY OF YOUR GENTLE TOUCH . YOUR TONGUE IS STILL FULL OF HONEY…… COME A SHORE FROM THIS CLOUD OF DREAMS, WHY DO YOU DWELL IN MY MEMORIES OF OLD …? COME ACROSS THIS CHASM WE SHARE, AND LET US DREAM TOGETHER BECAUSE WE CARE. MEMORIES OF OUR LOVE ARE MANY AND ARE EASY TO BEAR. TILL WE MEET AGAIN… God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

My thoughts, observations & pixels on the glass canvas of this world that still revolves, and evolves around me, it make me do the blog dance. When and if I do get off this crazy merry go round, I do the blog dance, I rush to pluck the feathers from a swan, unfold some papyrus from a tree, and fill my well with ink to wet my quill. Well then, my thoughts come tumbling down and the quill dances with the ink on the blog floor as the paper is parched and yearns for more and more. So dance, your blog dance, let your feather tickle your quill and your papyrus be always thirsty for you. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

The young are the bravest and most fool hardy as they give this most precious gift of life freely, on a whim, or for a cause they do not understand. The old hold on to this gift of life with both hands and fight every inch of the way. They never let any cause, or fantasy takes this gift of life away. They delay or prevent of that what is coming, on that fateful day, the last hour, where ever it may be, in the departure lounge at a hospital, or the airport , or a bed near you. While the young march bravely forward to embrace the end and become canon fodder, while the old just compensate Ceasar for his war effort. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

“NO THANKS” I don’t want the Eastern Times or the weekender for free, either for myself or for my neighbors. We have read enough dispatches from the handmaiden, of the three branches of service. As there is no news that’s fit to print and the fabrication of truth and lies is an art form, this must be the graduate program, from an online non-accredited college. Going green must spell disaster for the print media??? Above all never trust the Editor. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

LOVE : DEDICATED TO SANDY. THE THING ABOUT LOVE IS, YOU DON’T OWN LOVE. LOVE OWNS YOU AND OWNS YOU ALL THE TIME SO WHY GIVE SO SPARINGLY OF WHAT YOU DON’T OWN. IT PARTS FROM US WHEN IT IS DONE WITH US, AND THEN BIDS US ADIEU. LIKE A FLEETING LOVER IN THE NIGHT OF LOVE IT SHUNS US AFTER A BREIF RENDEZVOUS. SO GIVE LOVE MORE AND MORE ……….. NOT FOR A NEED, NOT FOR A REASON. BUT GIVE LOVE FOR A SEASON OF NEVER ENDING LOVE. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

NAUTICAL COMPASS: HEED YE, THE OLD SAILORS ADVICE. WHEN THEE SAIL ABOVE OR BELOW THE EQUATOR: RED SKY AT NIGHT, SAILORS DELIGHT RED SKY IN THE MORNING, SAILORS TAKE WARNING. WHEN THOU ART IN THE MEDITERRANEAN HEED NEPTUNE WARNING RED SKY AT NIGHT SAILORS AND SHEPARDS DELIGHT AND THE SHEEP RUN SCARED. RED SKY IN THE MORNING SHEPARDS AND SAILORS RUN AMOK AND THE SHEEP ARE TRANQUIL AND AT REST. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

OUR SONG: This blog is dedicated today to all who left their homeland for and distant shores. They went to seek justice, dignity, decency, a better way of life, and a fair play. Some found what they were looking for, some did not, some are still looking, and some have found it and lost it for the very last time. The ones, who are left behind, still welcome us with that old recognition in their eyes, faces, smiles and open arms. The tears tell how much you were missed and for so long, in their embraces and tales of yesterdays. Many of us yearly visit the motherland, or fatherland like orphan looking for our roots. We were whole, when we were last together, and now years later we are like small pieces of a puzzle, with some bits lost forever. Only in old worn out pictures and family albums we are still whole and together as our memories gently fade into the shadows of a moonless night. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SUMMER / WINTER Its summer here, the ocean is warm, flowers in bloom, birds in flights, and parrots making joyous songs in the trees, yes its summer here and everywhere. My heart is still warm towards the fond memories of my parents who have gone, but for them there is no season, I wish I could share Strange as it may seem to be, the hearts of my children grow colder and their blood runs cold as ice as the day is long towards me. I do not know why?? So I don’t dare to wait for a day, a week or for a season of discontent, or for a winter’s blizzard, that chokes humanity. So I go, I go where there is summer everywhere….. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

LOVE I love the night that exaggerates my love. So let me take you down memory lane, that summer’s night of my youth, on that beach with my love. What we said to each other, between short breaths and sighs had been said before but only said for the first time between me and my first love. The waves were tranquil, and the moon had a smile and sea was kissing our feet. The beach was alive with torrents of emotions, we found a cove to express ours, and we had just one night. All we needed was each other, and quite solitude from humanity, we both wished for a longer night as the stars would light up our love. The sea would have to wait, to kiss my lovers feet as the high tide of our passion came at dawn, rushing in that summer’s day, we both thought " Cozumel ." God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

“Tease me with youthful love.” Mornings were wishful Afternoons were forgivable Evenings were hopeful The night was full of possibilities But nothing was certain. Lady love was fickle, like her sister lady luck. None of them had in compassion for an old voyeur of love. Go ahead tease me, fill my head with memories of my youth of yesterdays. But don’t forget me, just tease me with youthfullove ………. Now that I lay down dying,just tease me before I close my eyes, and reminisce with me as I fall into the big sleep. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

THE NIGHTWATCHMAN Beware of the man who walks in moccasins these days, he is like the Yeti, you have not seen one but you know he is there somewhere. He leaves no signs that he was there because he is the good thief of the night. He plays hide and seek, with the night watchman all night long. Some of us have had strange encounters, with strange beings, when the fog is heavy and the people walk on clouds, who is the devil, who is the saint we never saw their feet. As the early dawn comes rushing in from behind the mountains and the tall tree of the meadow, the game is on, and the night watchman chases an apparition as it escapes into the fleeting night and the dew kisses the fields for the last time. They will play this game again, tonight like the sun chases the moon. Who will get the prize? the night watchman, or the thief, or will they find a friend in each other, and share the spoils of the night. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

Dear brethern Confess thy sins, When we are born, we are neither saints nor sinners, we are known as the innocent. But what matters most is how we end up before we let our last breath out on this earth. Have you heard? Have you heard the sound of dirt hitting the pine box of an unrepentant sinner six feet deep within mother earth? Have you? In the stillness and the quite of a cemetery. I tell you dear friend, the sound is deafening, like thunderbolts from heaven and the gravestone could only read “Fool “

WHO IS IN THE ZOO?? It was a fine summer’s day, so I decided to take the bus and on a whim I got off near the city zoo, the sounds of the wild birds, and what lay behind the impressive façade intrigued me. School kids noisily went in, without a second thought or any doubts. But I was still full of apprehension. I knew in my heart that something strange would happen yet I did not fight that feeling or turn around and go to a nearby mall. So I steadily moved forward, and bought a ticket and from that moment on I was fully and totally committed to enjoy the zoo experience. After admiring and walking around this piece of land turned into a fake jungle I crossed a small bridge, and there behold before me, I found my self in the land of the primates. That overwhelming feeling, once more came over me, that this was it and an unseen force had guided me to this spot to experience what ever it had in store for me, the game was on and I was game. They say eyes are the windows to the soul...

BLOGGING: There is nothing more beautiful a moment than watching a novice blogger, blogging down his or hers very first virginal thoughts without any boundaries, prejudices, cynicism or moral high ground on a glass canvas with paint brush made of personal thoughts. Blogging is about all of us, our ideas, expressions, sharing and caring towards humanity. It is the bloggers view from the sidewalk of life. The truth is staff of a true blogger and we all know that truth, sincerity and humility are very lonely words in the bloggers world. Blogging is not a thoughtless walkabout in the dark alleys of a pretentious mind. So be on guard from the sins and vices of blogging what ever they might be real or fantasy. Above all don’t be a tragedy of a blog less read. GOD Bless You May all be well with you

Dedicated to Sandy , OH SETTING SUN BRING FORTH AN EVENING STAR BEFORE YOU PART, I PRAY. I BEG THEE TO GUIDE ME TO MY 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 STAR, NO BEACONS TO GUIDE ME IN, AND 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, 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

The advice was given to the author, From the Five Wise Monkeys. Please Listen carefully. THOU SHALL SEE NO EVIL! THOU  SHALL HEAR NO EVIL! THOU  SHALL SPEAK NO EVIL! THOU SHALL NOT DO NO EVIL! THOU SHALL NOT SMELL NO EVIL. Bless You  May all be well with you  DMD