...another Seasonal Tidbit..........

             Something more from the archives, & it seemed appropriate..

                         I feel very much alone,
                         I take only  that which
                         serves me the best in
                         the light of tomorrow...

                         Ah, yesterday, I only catch
                         a glimpse that reflex a lifetime 
                         for which to build a future,
                         in time that has gone.

                          Present day prospects
                          are ensued  by confusion...
                          Where do I take tomorrow
                          from yesterdays Dreams...

             ....this may have already have been posted here, 
                            ...the first time written was :
                                    August 18th 1979
                            and was dedicated to our friend Sharon...


        ....Now for something in a more timely fashion......

                     As this season brings on it's charm and warmth,
               it can only be duplicated by what is yours....
               
               May your new home reflex these Qualities,
               and the rest of your being go forward with no doubt.

               Return of the messenger, we all prevail to these Flights,
               so that we may return safely to our Homes....

        This next one was written after discovering a 'Higher Self'
  
            Entering a dark Pine Forest, where the trunks of the 
        Pine Trees were large and black....then touching the branches
        that flowed with needles that made a bed for a path that led
        me to an opening to where a Buck stood, gazing at me with
        his big brown eyes and large rack of Antlers.
            He turned and I followed him to the Falls where my 
       'Greater Self '  was standing in the mist of the Falls. Hooded in
        a grey and white Robe, cleansing me up and down in an Aura 
       of white light. 
             He still seemed unclear of my questions,and did not 
       respond. He then turned and beacon me to follow  him down 
       the path to an open field, where I felt that some questions
       would take more time to be answered.....

        At this point in my life I still don't have the answers, just as
      it may take more than a life time to find them.... 
       
                      
                        
                                 

.....The Revelations of Spring......

       
       This week would start as most do, except for the fact that Monday was St. Patrick's Day....IIIIIIIIIEEEE...there's a touch of Irish in every one..! So with that said, I began the day with a Dinner...Lunch...at my complex. After a slight respite, I then proceeded to my one bar that is most comfortable. They were head-long in the days festivities, with Irish music and food for the fancy....Cornbeef and Cabbage, with Potatoes. The best had yet to come. In due time a live band took the stage. It had been awhile since I heard such music...live, that is..!  It was the high-light of the day, also the ending of it, leaving not until they were done.
      The next day was not as pleasant. My Sciatica  had kicked in at full force, and I shall not explain the depth of pain you have to endure with this condition...just believe I wouldn't wish this on anyone..even a Republican..!
      By the next day it had subsided where I could almost feel normal again. So I then took it upon myself to do a few things around the apartment. The next morning I put together a load of Laundry, which consisted of my 'throw' rugs, and misc. items to be washed. Then realizing that I need to wash the floors before putting them back. I had already done a normal wash a morning or so earlier, and had vacuumed. After finishing these feats of wonder...I always 'Wonder' when and how I'd ever get these things done...I then stopped long enough to think to myself that it was now the first day of Spring..! Was it some sort of Spell cast upon me to do all this in a fashion that it would fulfill  the ever so present 'Spring Cleaning'...?!! I will never know the true motivation behind it, I'm just glad it's behind, me!
      
        The following day I did my normal routine with my coffee, paper, and the internet. I have now found that I can choose some really good music of my chose, while cruising the Face Book page.
It also has allowed me to pick some classics, not just singles any more, but because behind that dark and deep screen, where the Face Book  Gnome's do their magic, they know now what type of music I prefer and that I like to sit and listen to a full album, while having my morning delights. 
      The one that popped-up at that time of need, was Journey..yes the '80's band that not many of you would admit to listening to. But there it was, ripe for the choosing. After a few songs, I had a chance to reflect on this band and the music that brought me back to that time.
     My thoughts glided me back to a night at the Pub...you know the one...it was after one of my Tuesday night shifts doing 'Nate Night' with our friends, Brother Jump..or was it K-Man..? Well I know it wasn't New York Chalk, since that would be a whole different story all together! 
     So there I was with two very attractive young Ladies, and a member of the band that I always enjoyed having around, and he too enjoyed being there..and why not, he had all the White Russians that he could handle, and lovely ladies that we were both fond of having in our company!
    Shrdlu was an excellent 'Wing Man'. Always there with a laugh and a Witt that matched only mine. But at some point the Radio started playing Journey, and the girls seemed to enjoy it, but not Shrdlu, he was a ...how do I say, 'Music Snob'...of course with all good intentions, and rightfully so, being a 'Purest' at heart. We managed to delight and transform these ladies to our most desired end, and marking another 'Night at the Pub'.
    
    Of course after realizing what week I was in, it soon dawned on me what this week is... a year already marking a sad end to friends we all knew and loved....they will all be missed as I'm sure all of you do feel the same way.......
      
                                         R.I.P.
            
      

...Waiting on a River, making camp with John Henry & parents, to cross the mighty Mississippi...

             John Henry and his parents had made it to the Shores of the mighty Mississippi sooner that they had anticipated, trying to keep an edge on getting a head-start to their journey West.
        But now, ahead of schedule, and a wet spring that had caused heavy flooding, they must wait now for the water to recede, so they can cross safely, even here at the best crossing in the river.

        While Henry's parents were setting up camp, Henry took it upon himself to do some exploring, after he felt his father's confident in him. After going for an hour or so...he lost tract of time...it started to get dark. Henry had just gone over a knoll, but when he tried to return, some how he got turned around. 
       Now with little light to guide him, he headed in what he had thought the right way to go. After awhile he realized he wasn't going in the right direction. For one thing he could smell heavy smoke, but not for cooking, as he had hoped was his parents cooking. No, this wasn't a cook fire. He was heading up a slight grade that had shield his view. Once he crested the hill, he lay on his stomach and moved slowly to the ridge. What he saw next would be forever etched in his mind, but wouldn't be the last thing that he would have to endure as his life unfolded.
      
       There in front of him, down the other side of the hill, in a small opening to the tree line, there were four men standing around that unconventional fire.....in it was what he thought a Deer, was actually a human form. Back away from them he could make out another human, a women, hog tied, and strapped to a tree. These men could not be human themselves, Henry thought to himself, as he watch in Horror. 
       Henry stayed and watched, and waited to see what if anything he could do. All he had with him was that old Musket his father had given him as a token of becoming a man. But at this point he didn't feel much like a man unless he could help. He also had a very convincing knife, that was another gift from an Elder back on the Reservation, in upper New York.
      He waited until one of the men left the circle of fire to go into the woods to relieve himself. At that point he knew that would be his only chance to do something to change the dynamics of four against one. He moved slowly in the direction of the man in the woods. He was lucky that the man had chosen a spot where he could lean against a tree facing away from him. Henry knew that he had to act fast, and silent. He drew his blade as he approached the man from behind, and with the swiftness of a Wolf attacking his prey, Henry had slit his throat, and the man dropped in front of him in an instant. He now knew what it was like to kill what was a threat, and to feel what he needed to feel to continue his journey in life.
     Now he had to return to the fire where there were still three men that could not stay on this Earth much longer. He slowly returned to the same spot he left and saw only two men standing, passing a bottle and laughing. The third had gone to see what was keeping the other. So Henry had to act fast. He moved ever so lightly behind the two by the fire, and with them being unaware of what was about to happen, Henry quickly stabbed one in the back, then as the other turned he too had a slice in his neck from ear to ear. With his Musket ready with only one shot, it was long before the last man came running into the clearing to warn the others of what he had discovered. For him all he had discovered was Henry waiting with a gun pointed right at him. As he tried to reach for his gun, Henry dropped him on the spot, and he fell face first into the fire.
     
     After freeing the girl...too young to be out in the frontier.....he stayed with her until morning light, and then made it back to where his parents had made camp. She had told them how her and her new husband had started out to go West and find a new life, just as most everyone else seemed to be doing there on a long but shallow part of that mighty river. 
     They went back and buried her husband, along with the men that killed him. Not wanting to leave too much of a trail, for possibly more like them to come and then try and find them.
     
     It wasn't long before they could cross, and once again continue their long journey West. Now with an extra mouth to feed, but with John Henry now  being able to overcome anything that might get in there way.  He made his father very proud, but his mother sad and anxious. This would all be part of his journey of Heartache, as well as his rewards........

      ..........his story continues, as they press on to discover more adventures... 

     

     

        

.......More writings from the past.........

     I'm including  two more writings, so that I may have them here off their original paper to this form...
      This one, dated : 7/18/1979 has a dedication to my good friend Sharon, whom I just got back in contact with, after all those years....

                 I feel very much alone.
                 I take only that which serves me best
                 in the light of Tomorrow.
   
                         Ah, Yesterday, I only catch a glimpse 
                 that reflex a lifetime which is gone,
                 that it may build the future.

                 Present day prospects are ensued 
                 by confusion...where do I take Tomorrow,
                 from Yesterdays Dreams.....


     Now this one, which is not dated, but part of that same period...

                When  is the Right Time, to be there.
                 To be there and show your love....

                 When is the Right Time to say:
                That you're the only one....

                 Can this be the Right Time,
                 when all is quiet and still...?
      
                 Or is it just the Right Time,
                 when you make it your Will....?

                 Can this be the Right Time
                 when love is fresh and pure....

                Or can this be the Right Time
                when you are not sure...?

                The Right Time is and always will be,
                a moment in the Past....
                
                when all is said and done,
                and not a Soul will ask.......