Summer days are gone. Gone is the smell of suntan lotion. The smell of the sea breeze remains in my memory. Farewell summer, I'll miss you until next year.
What do I see when I close my eyes? Traumatic events, deaths, lovers past, and faces of those I love. Jaded is my memory. Sad to happy to sad. That's just a part of my life.
Fall is coming! Leaves are changing, the air is growing crisp and cool. I enjoy this season, a season of change and harvest. Welcome fall, I look forward to you.
The sun is setting. There's a lovely pink/orange hue softening the sky and clouds. I stare out the window in awe. They say it's a pirates delight. It delights me in a special way.
It's 9am and my mind is opening following an all night session of racing thoughts and memories. Will there be rest? I don't know. I find these times encouraging.
Susan watches as Mona Lisa smiles. The door to a person's mind opens and the flood rushes in. The time doesn't matter as the flow of the day rushes on. Days turn to nights then begin again. One day becomes two. Two becomes three to four. Flowers on the patio turn against the eves. The knight watches as the shower of sunshine pours on the deck. A sailor weeps come sundown when his ship chases the harbor. Ozzy barks at the moon while Dylan dances in the sand. Just so you know, hours pass by like minutes.
We sail in the morning. Dawn comes and the land we love will be missed. The captain has turned the wheel. The man with the Einstein hair rolls out of his bunk. Kindness in diluted in the water. Harken and hasten down. It's time to go. Where? Anywhere!
Chaos. Distrust. Shitstorms brew. A new day rises letting the shitstorm loose. We can't go back. March on into the dusk. More will come. Time slowly travels the backroads. On a sign a person simply writes F.U.C.K in big bold letters. It becomes a sign of the times.
Soldiers walk across the jungle. Two by two marching through the drudge and dreary marsh. They pray the prayer of survival. Of all, only one or two may survive the war.
The Lone Ranger and Tonto ride into the cityscape. Casanova is having a fling with Juliet. Romeo leaves a house of ill repute. Plato speaks on the sidewalk to anyone who will listen. Gilligan and Ginger sway through the dimly lit sky. The road of desolation leads the proper players to live like kings and queens.
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James Staskus
I am a non-traditional born-again Christian who is also a Jimmy Buffett Hippie Beach Bum!
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Freewheelin amusings! Enjoyed reading! Thank you, Pirate John Crane