The Right Column

"Click me/", he cries, "validate me!"

"We don't need your stinkin' clicks."

But seriously, we do like that some people seem to get here sometimes, and read some of this.

8:05 P.M.
August 19, 2016

   
 Storm breaks out over California Coastline
 Malibu waves,
  Santa Monica
    says 'hello'

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When I'm with you
it almost seems real again
you, trying to draw me in,
your inappropriate and constant
touching
that I'd wish you'd stop.

But some how
wanting to run away
doesn't make me do it.
I cower and hide.
Your desires . . .
you're married!

I know him.

When I'm alone
I know that the memory will fad
infatuation
worthless pandering
worthless trinketts that someone wants to fight you for
nothing here is real
it exists just for didactic purposes . . .

the fog lifts.
They have a fist fight
those two,
over a 1500 dollar chair
over two 1500 dollar chairs
that someone had brought in
as a donation.

Inappropriate friendship
never lasts.


But then it's her.
She's pulled into the same rest area
It's midnight and an approaching storm.
Her husbands
gone down
into the reeds
of the river 
snaking through the low lands
in the bright light
of the intermitent moon
with ghosts of ancient Portuguese
who had settled this place.

You see her
as you are driving by
calling out
"where are you? Where are you, oh husband oh mine . . . "

Ya, but you couldn't really hear it
because you don't stop there anymore
especially at midnight
and the approaching storm.

Soon to be 
safe at home
and warm

Soon to be safe at home and cool?
Cool? Like 'fonzi' cool, because that isn't really cool
That's only mock cool. It was cool mock cool
and Henry Winkler was always cool,
But Fonzi wasn't real cool,
Not like Jimmy at the beach cool
hot summer day,
paying for people
who can't pay their way
anonymous cool
becuase the coolest of the cool
are the fool for following the rule
Wait, not the fool, not needing to follow that rule,
anonymously
and with a penchant for extreame kindness.




Afterwards
when everyone had already gone home
and the day had driven the sun down, like spiking a football
into those brillient sundog sundown sunset dusk daze-over, a fog
that fog lifts
as the brillient moon, across the sky, arrises 


I can call out for you
but you're never coming home
never coming home
never coming home

I can cook diner for you
but your
never coming home
never coming home
again.

That squiral
that lives in the spruce
drops down the cones
that it has devored
showers down on your truck
the beds filled with tailings
of the giant feast
above in that tree.

At night
I call out to you
but you're never coming home
never coming home
never coming home
again

Eventually your brother
has the truck taken away
truck taken away
your hat still in the window.

At night
I call out to you
you used to answer
across the apartment

At night 
I call out to you
you used to smile at me
in the middle of the night

That lighthouse
your giant beacon
in the middle of the night
accross the foggy bridge of years.

And maybe someday
going home to you
when the fog gets blown away
across the stormed cross deep and blue
And pipers piping
people weeping
never ceasing
storming brew

That light house
shines forever
your giant beacon
I can see it from my home
      
  

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When the rain was coming down
and the storm was getting worse
and he felt such dispair
that he agreed to a curse

He 
made a deal
with the spirits of the forest
but the spirits of the forest
wouldn't ever let him go

Now
he's all OK
he understands
what he'd given away
and with all thing like that
when you stop and change your mind
and you ask for forgiveness
and remain being kind,
and you stop with your fear
and things you don't really hear
that seem speaking in your mind
things that are actually unkind.

So
if you make a deal with the Spirits
of the forest
remember spirits of the forest
exist only in your mind.

So deal with yourself
and set your self free
you ought not be a slave
to who you used to be
a promise to your self
that you made in your mind
might be the worst thing now
and mostly wickedly unkind.

So don't
make deals with the devils
that you conjour in your evenings
tripping in the swamp.

My bad tenent 
won't go away
says he's a Hippy
and he can't pay

I was crazy to have him
 moving in
specially when he convessed
he's not starting again

He can't lose
he can only win.

March 11, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
if you have this attitude, you won't need this attitude.
delete your delusions.

Music of
 Christ! 

Dance to the Jam if you want to! 
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    Lovers
    and
    fighters
    are often the same
    



  

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 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
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Praise the Lord while you still have voice in the world!

 
 How many tracks?
  Is that booming thunder?
 Can we now wake
  from the spell we're under?

 How the storm tracks
  we can't be sure to know
 But when the rain comes
  the big winds will blow.
 
 She'll be cured
   She'll be cured
 She's adored
   she's adored.
 Kaitlin . . . 
   Dancing in the Rain!
   
 Storm breaks out over California Coastline
 Malibu waves,
  Santa Monica
    says 'hello'
    
    
   
   

I got nothing more