The intimate Shakespearean ..........
On Belonging........
With 'Non of MAN's Credentials or approval.......
He Peers out his little window on the World.......
A Peep Hole..........
The Great Belonging.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Fair Warning
North bound trains in November alongside the earthen foot trails:
Successful operator:
Stumbling almost falling to a certain death...
Once said "inch is as good as a mile"
Traveling North on a train with destinations unknown:
End of Summer:
Sun hats, Sun Burn, peeling skin...
The loving lady wearing yellow then white with the off set dark eyes... applying sun screen to Gabriel's nose..
She had plans for him... newborn creatures sewn in a vest or perhaps hidden in the false bottom of a suitcase.
The enticement he gathered was for their looming financial gain... his too he guessed.
He reached to feel for his fat wallet, yes it was still there it had not been stolen by his newly met
friends, in his earlier drunken stupor.
What more could Gabriel ask for?
A fat wallet.
Risk.
Adventure.
Sex drive.
Touting upon ones self,
and the excessive drinking of the derivative of the Agave plant.
But were they listening To his story's?
Playing the fool, laughing, longing, the thought of privacy with that girl........
Lost and unafraid.
Soon it will be the wrong time of year ... he thought to himself.
The colorful lady was putting sunblock on his sore and peeling nose, and diagnosing him.
North bound trains out of somewhere........
Looking the part.........
Discussing it later in private........
Fair Warning.
The furthest north railroad........a stashed jacket.......
North bound trains along side the scent of earthen foot trails..............
Fair Warning.
Successful operator:
Stumbling almost falling to a certain death...
Once said "inch is as good as a mile"
Traveling North on a train with destinations unknown:
End of Summer:
Sun hats, Sun Burn, peeling skin...
The loving lady wearing yellow then white with the off set dark eyes... applying sun screen to Gabriel's nose..
She had plans for him... newborn creatures sewn in a vest or perhaps hidden in the false bottom of a suitcase.
The enticement he gathered was for their looming financial gain... his too he guessed.
He reached to feel for his fat wallet, yes it was still there it had not been stolen by his newly met
friends, in his earlier drunken stupor.
What more could Gabriel ask for?
A fat wallet.
Risk.
Adventure.
Sex drive.
Touting upon ones self,
and the excessive drinking of the derivative of the Agave plant.
But were they listening To his story's?
Playing the fool, laughing, longing, the thought of privacy with that girl........
Lost and unafraid.
Soon it will be the wrong time of year ... he thought to himself.
The colorful lady was putting sunblock on his sore and peeling nose, and diagnosing him.
North bound trains out of somewhere........
Looking the part.........
Discussing it later in private........
Fair Warning.
The furthest north railroad........a stashed jacket.......
North bound trains along side the scent of earthen foot trails..............
Fair Warning.
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Disculpe, Disculpe........... light wind in Fire
The door bell rang... I opened the door and out in the Foyer she was.... she rang the bell by accident thinking she was turning on the light.......
She looked at me and said Disculpe, Disculpe........
Leave cash in basket for ice..............
She got down on her knees and sang so beautifully in my ear ... by a clean flowing river.......
'Shave me bald and fuck me to death' ......... as a figure of speech.
Disculpe, Disculpe ....... light wind in fire.
She looked at me and said Disculpe, Disculpe........
Leave cash in basket for ice..............
She got down on her knees and sang so beautifully in my ear ... by a clean flowing river.......
'Shave me bald and fuck me to death' ......... as a figure of speech.
Disculpe, Disculpe ....... light wind in fire.
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
What's your pinpoint ? Making Balloon Animals at a fair or whatever it is........
After all the clip on's are removed from mans heart... after all the looking and watching is done............
What is your pin point......... your focus.
From your Hubble......... Telescope?
Gabriel thought it fascinating how the scientists through some error or unplanned source just let the Hubble sit and focus on a section of dark void............ left it alone...........
and low and behold... after some time 10 million points of light came into view give or take one......... fantastic................
So if you were good at something....... Naturally........... or predisposed
and see what comes out 'To EXCEL AT' with no agony... what would it be?... what would you create vs what is naturally inclined and mix them together in a cookie bowl....... and be pleased with the results?
even if unknown to us......... it must be a law of nature that there is one for us... each and every one of us... a point we are best at.
if there were a trick involved...... it might be finding out just exactly ............. damned good at it.
What's your Pin point ? Making Balloon Animals at a fair or whatever it is.......
What is your pin point......... your focus.
From your Hubble......... Telescope?
Gabriel thought it fascinating how the scientists through some error or unplanned source just let the Hubble sit and focus on a section of dark void............ left it alone...........
and low and behold... after some time 10 million points of light came into view give or take one......... fantastic................
So if you were good at something....... Naturally........... or predisposed
and see what comes out 'To EXCEL AT' with no agony... what would it be?... what would you create vs what is naturally inclined and mix them together in a cookie bowl....... and be pleased with the results?
even if unknown to us......... it must be a law of nature that there is one for us... each and every one of us... a point we are best at.
if there were a trick involved...... it might be finding out just exactly ............. damned good at it.
What's your Pin point ? Making Balloon Animals at a fair or whatever it is.......
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Dating a dream with a can of WD 40 circa 1958 or there about's..........
It had to have been in the late 50's all of the boats in the Marina were made of Wood....... The attitudes of the people were pretty much the same then........... as now...... however , still.........
The poor ass licking the rich ass.......... to gain favor....... Its tens of thousands of years old........ lick, lick, lick. (insert canned laughter here)
The tides were drastic.... Gabriel had thought he had properly tied up his little skiff to the piling but.... when it came time to leave...after he had picked up all his work tools spread about in a mess off the dock houses floor ... he walked the narrow plank out the dock with a board missing he had to make a skip, a little jump while up high as the tide was way out... and he was a bit overweight, it scared him... OH! there it was at the end of the dock way down there, why his little boat... too far to jump into even... oh what an idiot...... heavens now he had to back track.... and go around the long way.... and pull the boat in with a line and grapple ...he bumped into the rich man who gave him a can of WD 40.....WOW! Some Gift... thank you , thank you...........
that was really something in those days.... had you ever heard of it even? The Space age product... WD 40? He had a dark blue skippers cap on.. a friendly enough fellow... sort of a Thruston Howell the third type...........
Dating a dream with a can of WD 40 circa 1958 or there about's......
The poor ass licking the rich ass.......... to gain favor....... Its tens of thousands of years old........ lick, lick, lick. (insert canned laughter here)
The tides were drastic.... Gabriel had thought he had properly tied up his little skiff to the piling but.... when it came time to leave...after he had picked up all his work tools spread about in a mess off the dock houses floor ... he walked the narrow plank out the dock with a board missing he had to make a skip, a little jump while up high as the tide was way out... and he was a bit overweight, it scared him... OH! there it was at the end of the dock way down there, why his little boat... too far to jump into even... oh what an idiot...... heavens now he had to back track.... and go around the long way.... and pull the boat in with a line and grapple ...he bumped into the rich man who gave him a can of WD 40.....WOW! Some Gift... thank you , thank you...........
that was really something in those days.... had you ever heard of it even? The Space age product... WD 40? He had a dark blue skippers cap on.. a friendly enough fellow... sort of a Thruston Howell the third type...........
Dating a dream with a can of WD 40 circa 1958 or there about's......
Monday, June 19, 2017
The Value in a plan B.............
Concerning your Concern:
Fear: Stuck in a Foreign land with seeming little opportunity for a plan of escape... No Plan B.
Say what you will, your friends you find few..........
At the request of......... Well 'So Far' yadda , yadda, blah blah.......................
The Breaking of Hearts...............
The Devils own merchandise............
The best thing about plan B's..............
Is:
At the very least 'You have one' and it is all yours.
The life saving 'preserving'
quality's of a plan B........ tucked away.
How many cases can be cited of an executed life saving Plan B are there.......... Through out history
However meager........... altering the final result.......... In the greatest of ways?
Is there a book written on the subject Kindly , please?
Who is one to talk about?
The Value in a plan B.
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Your Choices and The Benefit Of The Doubt
I have money.
I don't have money.
Limitations........
You do have the money........
He was screaming at the top of his lungs as they drove the old blue G.M.C. Suburban into the garage...
funny thing was he was going hoarse from yelling as she walked up the steps to the door......... he could barely whisper still trying to yell.... like one of those dogs barking that has had his vocal cords severed.
Stupid bitch play the lottery..........
You do have the money borrow it,
anything any way, can't you see you do have the means.
If it is a good idea it will sell.
Just imagine for crying out loud......... why he had had the revelation of the century and there she was still a non believer...........
It occurred to him her name was really Cruella .... oh she showed him ok.......... she got the last laugh...
She served him a dish of helplessness........ "Vengeance is a dish best served cold" he had heard about now he was tasting it years later.
and it was Harvest time.
It was like living in Angel City.... and buying everything from the company store.
It got him to thinking however about Value and Priority's .
He wanted to push the elevators buttons... ' Next Level Please'
for old times sake.
The Dead Relatives .
The Cost.
Your choices and
The Benefit of the Doubt.
I don't have money.
Limitations........
You do have the money........
He was screaming at the top of his lungs as they drove the old blue G.M.C. Suburban into the garage...
funny thing was he was going hoarse from yelling as she walked up the steps to the door......... he could barely whisper still trying to yell.... like one of those dogs barking that has had his vocal cords severed.
Stupid bitch play the lottery..........
You do have the money borrow it,
anything any way, can't you see you do have the means.
If it is a good idea it will sell.
Just imagine for crying out loud......... why he had had the revelation of the century and there she was still a non believer...........
It occurred to him her name was really Cruella .... oh she showed him ok.......... she got the last laugh...
She served him a dish of helplessness........ "Vengeance is a dish best served cold" he had heard about now he was tasting it years later.
and it was Harvest time.
It was like living in Angel City.... and buying everything from the company store.
It got him to thinking however about Value and Priority's .
He wanted to push the elevators buttons... ' Next Level Please'
for old times sake.
The Dead Relatives .
The Cost.
Your choices and
The Benefit of the Doubt.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Capturing Something or falling off of a bridge to safety.
I suppose you can take your dreams for granted ........ if you choose......
Its strikes Gabriel as if we are all trying to or attempting to or actually capturing something..... well at least for a little while.
"We are all at home somewhere" Gabriel Flatbush.
Increasing time in bed, there is a lazy thought.
Riding an old bicycle off a bridge and falling to safety........ there were no guardrails....... and off he went....scrambling in thin air like a cat on a hot tin roof....
Less traction....... then a cartoon character.... but somehow he just made it to the next lower bridge....it was hard and made of red brick........ he got his knees skinned up a bit.... he looked up like a cur eyes rolled back in his skull.... an Orange Cat......... He looked above himself.... and let out a MEOW!
but he figured it was much better then falling the hundreds of feet to a certain death... it seemed to hold no appeal down there at the craggy bottom where his bicycle now laid all bent up and broken.........
"We are all at home somewhere"
We seem fixated on always having to be "capturing something"
OH WELL......... I suppose.
It's somebody's birthday today............. Happy Birthday
Gabriel Flatbush.
Its strikes Gabriel as if we are all trying to or attempting to or actually capturing something..... well at least for a little while.
"We are all at home somewhere" Gabriel Flatbush.
Increasing time in bed, there is a lazy thought.
Riding an old bicycle off a bridge and falling to safety........ there were no guardrails....... and off he went....scrambling in thin air like a cat on a hot tin roof....
Less traction....... then a cartoon character.... but somehow he just made it to the next lower bridge....it was hard and made of red brick........ he got his knees skinned up a bit.... he looked up like a cur eyes rolled back in his skull.... an Orange Cat......... He looked above himself.... and let out a MEOW!
but he figured it was much better then falling the hundreds of feet to a certain death... it seemed to hold no appeal down there at the craggy bottom where his bicycle now laid all bent up and broken.........
"We are all at home somewhere"
We seem fixated on always having to be "capturing something"
OH WELL......... I suppose.
It's somebody's birthday today............. Happy Birthday
Gabriel Flatbush.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
What were you thinking about when you were 18?
Gabriel Flatbush decided to start a guided marine tour business in the Florida Keys........ in the Early 80's
He named it Gabriels Fun Time Tours.........
His logo was:
Go The Hell away in a guided marine tour......... fun for the whole family, FREE Lanacane for later...
Trying years they were.... he drove around in a Pink Jeep.... and never cut nor combed his hair.....
Trying years to find it........... Something to do that is ............
There is still a faded barely readable sign..... along old U.S. One........... That reads 'Fun Trips'
What were you thinking about when you were 18?
He named it Gabriels Fun Time Tours.........
His logo was:
Go The Hell away in a guided marine tour......... fun for the whole family, FREE Lanacane for later...
Trying years they were.... he drove around in a Pink Jeep.... and never cut nor combed his hair.....
Trying years to find it........... Something to do that is ............
There is still a faded barely readable sign..... along old U.S. One........... That reads 'Fun Trips'
What were you thinking about when you were 18?
Monday, February 27, 2017
The Little Things.......
"It is with the little things in life that you add yard sale value with them" Heartfelt from
Hiram Brigham Patten.
Gabriel was watching through the screen door and overheard Hiram at the little house in Hutchinson.
Hiram Brigham Patten.
Gabriel was watching through the screen door and overheard Hiram at the little house in Hutchinson.
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