My Quill Time

Sarasota FL T his land of the first people, the native Indians, was called Sarasota. Today the city dwellers call it “Paradise.” It is a cruel joke flaunted by the city wannabees, and social climbers, who clamber to get their mug shots, in glossy magazines. With all the greed, avarice, and underhanded deals in this town, it is the devil's playground, and many a soul departs, as the corner pronounces death by misadventure.   The origins of this sweet, innocent town called Sarasota are unknown and shrouded in the fog of the bayou backwaters. Historians think the word Sarasota is part of an American Indian language, which meant Point of rocks. It sounds dangerous if you are on a ship or onshore. Another old legend suggests that Sarasota means “Place of the dance.” I wonder who all were dancing at this party, I wasn’t there. On the map of 1763, this landmass was called “ZARAZOTE. “ The name itself sounds even more dark, threatening, and very ominous. It could be anything but friendl...

Love for humanity Gentle reminder of the Lords extreme love, grace, forgiveness of our sins. One was the defiant, the other was repentant, and the son of God forgave them both. Because he loves us so much. God Bless you.

The Ferryman on the river Styx. Once when I was young, a long time ago, I waited on the coarse and rocky shores of the river Styx with the funeral cortege and strained my neck to see the boatman. The elders said, young man, you do not see the boatman do you, but we do. It’s not your time to cross the river of despair. Now I fear the night and I fear the deep sleep, that insomniac craves for. I am happy when I open my eyes and the boatman is nowhere in sight.  From the distant shore, the river Styx looks like a very dark, forbidding, an almost colorless city on the waters with hues of grey and black.   Fires burning everywhere, winged birds with scary large beaks,   and many   gruesome-headed animals howling about, on the isles in the river, and the multitude of restless souls looking for coins. But now that I am old and the world has grown weary, and indifferent of me. I see the ferryman, and he sees me ever so clearly, waiting alone with no funeral cortege, to bid m...

MANEATERS The villager trembled, as death walked with four paws under the forest canopy, it’s the season of death. When the night is king and the queen and daybreak is very, very far away, the sky isn’t blue and the leaves on the trees have turned into color noir. This is the time when sometimes the hunter chases the prey unlike any other, but it’s the time of the man-eater. Many a time the prey becomes the hunter, it’s a nightly game that is played out, and the tiger uses all his instincts of million years while the hunter uses his five senses. Only the gun and your heartbeat are your companions. There are no shadows in the pond, no birds fly the very blue, and the whole forest watches the hunter and the prey play their role only to the end is bloody. The forest has become a very foreboding place, and the bear has gone to sleep. Only the owl is the last guardian of wisdom. In the teepees of the first people, they dream of forest, lakes, no boundaries, and an endless horizon, but the...

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 the 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

Love mysterious love. As I sat next to man's closest family member on earth the monkey, we both had the same idea, and without encroaching each other’s space we both sit in a cool mountain spring pool and contemplated. This town was getting up, and preparing for the challenges of the day. Temple bells hearkened the arrival of the new day, the street sweepers swept, the shopkeepers hawked their wares, and the housewife’s stroked the fires for the family breakfast. The holy men chanted and meditated, and traveled light; it was their dream prayer time. In the distance, a very friendly volcano growled and murmured as it has done for a millennium and thought it was the mouthpiece for mother earth. The clouds traveled ever so slowly as they kissed the rim of the crater, and headed east by southeast, they welcomed the coming of something wet, yes very wet, it was the coming of the monsoon season. I looked, for love, but only found regrets, and was consoled by a lost dog, with a sm...

How was your summer? My summer was like a long never-ending walk thru the desert of endless, useless repetitive motions. Thanksgiving, 4thof July had no meaning but left me staring at my shadow in an empty room with no life, and memories with no emotions just waiting for another day.   I hear laughter, jubilation, and sounds of joy on the other side of my door, but it’s quite like a cemetery on the inside of my door. Let the children play and be happy and the community rejoices its repose, as I slowly wither away from myself, my family, my people, and my nation that is far away. My loneliness envelopes me like a whirling dervish in a trance. This was the devil's anvil, all retreats are cut off, and this was my winter in the summer of my life. So drink sparingly from the chalice of life as the journey is long and arduous, make all thy decision early and wisely. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD