Wednesday, February 1, 2012

LOVE

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.

Friday, January 27, 2012

The Ferryman on the river Styx.

The Ferryman on the river Styx.

Once when I was young, 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 the 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 a very dark, forbidding, 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 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 me farewell, clenched in my hand my fare that I need , the coins for the boatman, must he row so fast and so eagerly.

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

MANEATERS

MANEATERS

The villager trembled, as death walks 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 green trees have turned into color noir. This is the time, when sometimes the hunter chases the prey unlike any other; it’s the time of the man eater.

Many a times 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 heart beat 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 the end is bloody. The forest has become 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 endless horizon, but they live on the reservation, on the desert floor and not by choice, and the world as we know it has forgotten them, just like in the forest. One society became the hunter the other a prey, in the end the owl saw no more and he said no more.

God Bless You

May all be well with you?

DMD

Monday, January 23, 2012

Love lost

As I sat next to mans 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 harkened 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 distant a very friendly volcano, growled and murmured as it has done for a millennium and thought it was the mouth piece for mother earth. The clouds travelled ever so slowly as they kissed the rim of the crater, and headed east by southeast, they harkened 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 smiling face and a wagging tail.  I remembered love, the comedy of love and how I was led astray. What good are guardian angels, you are better off going down the lonely alleys of love, and betrayal yourself, even if you are in a dream. I trust in love and cling to the sweet memories of yesterdays.
I still remember love, it still bewilders me.
Till we meet again, on paradise road.
God Bless You
May all be well with you?
DMD     

Sunday, January 22, 2012

How was your summer

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 quiet as 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 whirling dervish in a trance.
This was the devils 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 journey is long and arduous, make all thy decision early and wisely.
God Bless You
May all be well with you?
DMD

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Our Nuclear Sea.

 
Our Nuclear Sea.
No white sails of peace, and tranquility against the backdrop of the virginal sea.
A sea with no boats, big or small, and no fisherman young or old.
No one to harvest the bounty of the sea, as there was no harvest in the sea.
Waters looked so blue but it was only a mirage, it’s the reflection of the sky.
But the sea is black, like china ink black, and the sands are the same that glow in the midnight black. They build it for peace for humanities sake, but nature has its own will, and destiny for mankind.
God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD
 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

First Kiss

First kiss, do you still remember?

Do you still have the sweet memories of you first kiss, not the experimental kiss on the mirror.
Yes I  remember I was in church, there was a kind angelic nun who tickled me, and then there was the priest who shook  his finger around my face and strokes my forehead.
So I kissed the nun and bit the priest finger that will teach him not to point his crooked finger with dirty nails near an innocent, almost sinless baby in church.
That was my first kisses, how about you?
God Bless You
May all be well with you?
DMD.


Path of the wanderer

I am never ever too long in a place to call home. Walking where ever there is a path, made by humanity in a city or somewhere out there, a path made by peasants of a village, or their beloved animals.

Sometimes the path is long and so arduous that it would literally ground you down like an eraser at the end of pencil.
If fate is kind and your side, the path brings you back to your birthplace, where you find solace, and comfort in the familiar. After a brief spell it is time to go again, the paths to the unknown come calling.

The feet are yearning; the blood is thirsty with wanderlust, till it’s time to sleep and dream of wandering even as I put on the akasic veil

 God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD


Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Thief and the Policeman.

The Thief and the Policeman.
I see you, and you see me, we have never met each other formally, but not for very long.
But we know of each other’s intentions. People in the day recognize me and want to be my friend, but you shun the very sight of me, and hide in the shadow even when the sun is out
Guess who am I?
 I am your consciousness of innocence before you got corrupted.
I walk between the veils of right and wrong I walk all day and all night long.
Who am I?
I am you and you are me, we just have different friends.
You have larceny in your heart.
All I have is an ounce or two of prevention.
God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

Hope Of Mankind.

Hope Of Mankind.

When a storm uproots a tree or even a mighty oak.

A fearn takes its place

In its rebirth there lies the hope of mankind

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The King and the Clown

Kings Clown.
Once upon a time long, long, time ago.
The court jester asked the king for some money.
The clown was a very treasured courtier of the king’s court.
And because of his friendship, loyalty and years of making the king laugh.
The king offered this friendly advice to his favorite clown.
“Don’t ask for money from a beggar or a holy man, but give generously to them.”
The clown said, “What other choices do I have?”
The king said.
“The choices are clear, work hard, work the land like the native that you are,
Or join the fraternity of any religious order of men in the world, with sincerity.
Then everything is free, there is no initiation fee and no entrance fee.”
The clown said. “So do I get the money or not. “
The King said. “You make me laugh.”

"Now go forth through the field without scaring the women folk and children, and dont be afraid of the scarecrows they will not eat you they only like insects and worms, sometimes clowns."

God Bless You

May all be well with you
DMD.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The End Game

End Game.

Death in all it gore and splendor, has the end game all ready written for all of us. The end game plays out every day from the beginning of time it’s the same for some, different for other on distant continents, as we all know today.
The fortunate one, go to the other side in their sleep with loved ones, at their side awake and some asleep at the soon departed.
Who are those few rare individuals who have escaped the mundane way to the grave, and escaped the grasp of death, and cheated it more than twice?
And as precious gift of life they get to see thru the veil of the unknown and get to peak and come back to tell us all about it. This anomaly has baffled the world’s theologians, medical professional, and thinkers of our time.
Were all these incidents, a freakish joke of nature or was it all part of an elaborate “End Game “written exclusively for the fortunate few.
God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Eternal Right: Born To Die

Eternal Right: Born To Die, Summer or Winter.

Angels ready, take all comers.
Humans cling to life, never give up
Grave diggers hate winters ground.

DMD

Haiku. The End Game

The End Game.

Death carriage awaits for all.

Some dismiss it, and wait for cinders.

End is dust to dust.

DMD

Haiku: My winter.

Haiku: My winter.

Round up all night long
Early winter there is Hoarfrost underfoot
Paddy wagon empty of love nears
DMD

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Haiku: My winter.

Haiku: My winter.

Round up all night long
Early winter there is Hoarfrost underfoot
Paddy wagon empty of love nears
DMD

Thursday, January 5, 2012

WEAK HUNTER IN THE TALL GRASS


WEAK HUNTER IN THE TALL GRASS

The sea sings and sooths the soul of humanity, dolphins serenade ammophila, the sand lover, she holds back the beach with a gentle hand and sand dunes are at the whims of the ocean winds.

The weak hunter sits on planks of wood he calls it a boat. He holds in his hand, wrought iron with flint, he calls it a gun. The hunter hides himself under nature’s canopy only to kill his prey, by ambush. He knows he is weak, weaker than the reed in the pond.

Across the marshland, the oceans are full of hunters and the hunting grounds are open all year long, there is no refuge. But yet man must conceal himself and play this game, against the fowls of nature as the bunny tails sway in the fountain of moonlight, till the sun kisses the moon adieu. The hunters, summer has past and autumn is at his doorstep, he has a tear in his eyes he knows he is the weak hunter.

GOD BLESS YOU
May all be well with you
DMD

Monday, January 2, 2012

Blog it , but keep it short

I blog, because I don’t understand me,   let alone you.

“Yes that’s true, very true, someday it’s like a river that burst at its banks, and then some days it is, like I am frog in drywell.”
“It is okay.”  If you don’t understand my blog, some of my thoughts will tickle you as time goes by, but I am always thankful to those who stop by. Sometimes I wonder, what people are thinking when they read my blog, is Doug BLOGGING FROM OUT PATIENT PSYCHE CLINIC for the down and out blogger, or he still needs a few more session.
So dear, brethren saddle up and buckle up for what’s its worth, keep an open mind for a ride in the world of fiction. Where the fantasy is jealous maiden, she does not share, she lays down and bears its self in deserts blinding light, is it hallucination or a peak into next world , as you know ,” Fiction is lonely rider and the horse is a filly.”
Keep blogging
GOD BLESS YOU
May all be well with you.
DMD

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Two hobos on a motherboard grid, in Silicon Valley.

Two hobos on a motherboard grid, in Silicon Valley.

“Hey Yahoozi, I have found a new love and misplaced the old one in this age of internet shuffle.”

“Good for you, Googly, lucky since you just lost your J.O.B.”

Googly said,

“I told her, I can give her all she wanted of true love, if that all she wanted, with all the caring, sincerity, humility.”

“But what I cannot give her is a palace, full of riches and the comfort zone she is use to.”

Yahoozi said, “True True.”

Googly said,”I am poor man with a big heart, loving a poor man should not be a big challenge, if all you want is pure love...”

“Some where out there, someone has the capacity to love a poor man or women, then the love will tumble in and fill my begging bowl, and the rich shall shrivel up from the lack of love.”

Yahoozi said, “So what are you saying you want free love with low overhead; Googly When were you born?”

Googly said,“I was born in 1960 my name use to be Woodstock,”

GOD BLESS YOU

May all be well with you.
DMD

Saturday, December 31, 2011

CITY DISPATCH

CITY DISPATCH

In the cities of this world, one theme runs the same over and over again. A young man, women or a family enters the city gates with enthusiasm after burning all the bridges behind them to conquer it all.

And on the other side the same numbers, give or take little exits the city gates, and vows never to return as they have plowed this concrete farmland to no avail. The bells toll for both, who come and go.

But never for the ones who stay behind to endure.

GOD BLESS YOU

May all be well with you

DMD

MEMORIES OF A FUNERAL

Memories of a Funeral.
It’s well past midnight. I sit beside an oil lamp in a city that sleeps late, as we all ponder the events of today. It’s the last hurrah of summer and the shadows of winter have crept in ever so slowly into this season of despair.
We were robbed by death of a beloved brethren, and this closed and tight community feels the loss of terribly.
We are what we are, and who we are, and then there is the family, the neighbors and friends.
Who am I to the departed, I still don’t know, but I am here to say “Goodbye.”
Early this evening darkness came early, and grave diggers were busy at the cemetery plot. I could smell the freshly dug earth, and when all was said and done, as we all stood around I could hear the wooden coffin scrape the sides of the grave as it gently settled at the bottom, in bosom of mother earth.
I turned towards my sister and whispered in her ear, “he was very old, we are still very young, and we have a long way to go. “
She said “True, true, we shall see him on Judgment day” in the meantime nobody better jump the line to the bathroom.

GOD Bless You.

May all be well with you.

DMD

Friday, December 30, 2011

City confessions.

City confessions.

“Only truth, and forgiveness.’’
Parishioner said,
“Bless me father because I have sinned.”
The priest replied, “Why? “
“Where did you come up with that one? ‘’
“I will bless you when you do good,
And condemn you if you do bad.’’
“Blessing you after you after you have sinned is not an option.’’
“Forgiveness that’s another chapter”
The priest said, “My dear child, you have lost your way let me show you the path.’’
“The truth can be told in a second.
But lies take a lifetime to deny.
Was the serpent ever in your ears. ‘’
“So what do you want? “
“Forgiveness or condemnation. “
God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Love mysterious love.

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 someone at infinity and oblivion at river they call emotion.
Why go to the ocean edge and not even wet thy feet.
What’s the point of it all?
Fill thine 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 sirens 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

Friday, December 9, 2011

Season greeting to all

Saddle up and buckle up
In this world disorder is very closely followed by the ordered life. Because one knows fully well that when humanity drops its guard it will surely win tomorrow.
Just as the night brings mischief, and undoes the work of saints and angels, in this world. You must do your bit to bring, order in this life , while you still have the time and the right inclinations.
So brethren , I say “ Saddle up and buckle up .” Be generous ,you are on the edge of giving , the wondrous gifts of Love,humility, peace, kindness and sincerity. Give generously to each other, and to those in need or teach other who do not have the knack of it ,and the lack of it.
Season Greeting
God bless you
May all be well with you
DMD

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Dear beloved people of Japan

As we stand on distant shores, and gaze upon you and your country.
Our heart go out to you, in your hour of need, and we are truly sorry for your loss.
Winter is fading slowly.
Spring is almost here.
Summer is rising fast.
Glimpses of cherry blossoms.
Yet another moon, yet another, blossom.
In this dream of yours and mine, under a lifeless tree.
Dont give up.
God bless you.
May all be well with you.
DMD

Oh... Ma.. I miss you

Oh mother , I miss you.

Mother you cried for me when you brought me into this world, you did not care if I was a saint, or a thief, we were both of sin.

Yet you cried for me some more, when I left you, for journey back home.

But who mourned for thee, your village, your family, your loving pets, who mourned for thee, your neighbors.

But I know, it was not the,  Parish, Priest .

God bless you

May all be well with you.

DMD

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

PASSION FIGHT FOR LOVE IS PRICELESS

Passion fight.
On a very hot afternoon,somewhere in Southeast Asia, the monsoons had betrayed the farmers once again, and the city folks waited for the cool rains to fall and shower them with forgiveness and wash away their sins committed in the darkness of infidelity. Passions are running hot, as two lovers are in a pitched battle, one is the aggressor and one the defender and the dodger of flying objets in this household of abject poverty. And yet magically these two lovers switch roles, and their passions are ablaze, with no end in sight.
The whole neighborhood , stands on the street , and sits on sidewalks and wait and see how it will play out.Its theater in the park with no admission fee. These passionate lovers are brimming with mistrust, and hurl verbal accusation of deceit, and lies. As the stakes are high and family honor is at stake and Love is the ultimate prize. Where mankind has failed only Cupids intervention would settle this fight of fiery passion and regret, to gain their love. Both lovers are obsessed with each others, love, purity, and sincerity.
The tropic are full of echos of adulterous affairs, and betrayal and the cries of passion is heard by no one, only by each other. These contenders of love do not want to part away peacefully ,they think it’s the right of passage, so they peel away the fake mask and the veneers of misgiving,unfaithfulness, and betrayal, and the sidewalk is getting congested , as all have something in them as these two, and wait for the outcome and their love fight becomes a legend in their neighborhood.
After hours of lamenting and total exhaustion cupid strikes the arrow of consolation and love,and understanding.They both forgive each other, as their mistrust , and suspicion was unfounded and came from a narrow mind. The street and the sidewalk audience breathes a sigh of relief,this was a close one. Love as always triumphs in the end.
God Bless you
May all be well with you
DMD

Monday, December 5, 2011

Made in America: Do your eight and hit the gate

Did you hear the whistle blow?
So hit the gate ,quick hit the gate, don't slow down ,pick up your feet, head for the gate.
Here comes the man with his overtime bait, don't stop, don't stop just hit the gate. He will tempt you like the devil , he will mess with your mind, and fill it with guilt, you just hit the gate. You are the donkey and the company man has the carrot. He will get what he wants from you , but you will never get the carrot in front of you .
So when you hear the whistle blow , don't take the bait, don't slow down do your eight and hit the gate.
Just hit the Gate,
Where is the union man ??? He left you and now he got the job doing the eight.
God bless you
May all be well with you
DMD

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Birth of a Blog

A word said, a word understood, a nod and a wink, an emotion betrayed and a hand gesture understood, but no words spoken; a spark is lighted in the world of the blogger. And a blog is born on a piece of paper or on the pixel screen. Let the hand maiden of imagination take you on the uncharted,unlighted world of  blog creation. May your blog light up and inspire others with its uniqueness and originality. 

As always may you fight a good blog fight.

If you are selling anything via your blog , I have nothing for you, you are basically a shop keeper with low overhead. Also what we do not need is another food blog, if  you are food blogger , I have nothing for you. We all have been disappointed by exotic fruits and cold cuts of meat and cheese from exotic towns of this world, coming to your  mail box in the off-season of nature, where you dwell. We all know what we like and don't like; none of us after reading a food blog will have craving for camel brains and sheep tongue sandwiches or kangaroo tail meat.

Now for those chosen few who risen above and entered in the rarefied blog heaven and write about thing in life, and of life, share a experience, the stuff that neither sciences or the medical profession can't explain , I cheer and applaud you.

Let your God,your religion, and the advice from the five monkeys be your guide. 

And now ladies and gentleman the weather in the blog world: Snow in the north and south pole ; heat in the desert, and East will meet the West over the Bosphorus.

What else do you want. " GO AHEAD AND BLOG ''

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

Friday, December 2, 2011

Dying tree spoke to me.

Dear stranger, "Sorry !"
I could not give you no shade or no fruit to you.
They have uprooted me.
You should have come by when I was rooted, my soul rode the clouds on all days and all night, and humanity rejoiced under my shade. The winds and the clouds have planted my soul somewhere ,someplace far away where you will never uproot me.
There is no respite for you and me, on this road, your tongue is dry ,your throat is parched, and I have been wrenched from my mother bosom.
Now there is no shade , no fruits on this treeless landscape you call home.

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

Soul 2 Soul

Soul 2 Soul

Suddenly it happens, when you are alone or with the multitude, your human spirit reaches its limit of endurance of this world’s nonsense.

The spirit cries out, in desperation, and tries to grasp at feeling, emotion, a wise saying or even a memory of yester years. It searches a million thoughts in a flash to grasp for something trust worthy and familiar to guide it from its present malaise.

Tears running down on a stangers face, you see it everywhere from fancy neighborhoods to inner city sidewalks, and bus depots. Passerby remember when they were also there yet at another place and yet another time. This cold dish of raw emotion is for you today, but not for me I had my fill just yesterday ….


Some of us, we are here for you, but not all of us.


Your river of emotion has run dry, and your spirit is parched, it needs just a few drops of loving humanity from a passing stranger. Only if you could be so humble to just reach out, and say,

“ Please would you help me, all I need is your love.”
God bless you
May all be well with you
DMD



Thursday, December 1, 2011

MY HAIKU: My love is forever young.


My old passion of spring grows fickle.:


As a virgin of my summers youth.

She is my mother earth.

She is my womb and my tomb.

At the end of my days.

As I lay in winters peace . 

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD

MY HAIKU: WAITING FOR YOU

 WAITING FOR YOU

Come see my loneliness, if you doubt.

The breath of my thoughts,

To your lips in virgin spring.

I wait for my endless summer,

only with you.

 God Bless You
May all be well with you      
DMD

Haiku : Yearning to stray

Yearning to stray
                   

Youths first summer of love

A forgetful courtesan,

She forgets my name and my face.

But never my yen, at the end of my tryst

Too many lovers, no memories of yesterday.

Now I go for penance in my dreams.

DMD

HAIKU: Summer Blossom

Summer Blossom.

 My seclusion, my prison, it is my winter.
 Not my joy, not my summer.
 With a gentle nod spring is fleeting.
 Old love is fading and its vanishing gazes are not for me.
 Looking for love and needing a new love, where may I find thee
 A new long summer is at my door step of my bed.
She is my fresh blossom, before a dark winter.


God bless you


May all be well with thee


DMD



HAIKU: First Love

First Love

My first love  

Leaving in autumn 

Lost in winter, like a orphan. 

Tears like the morning dew

Yet found in spring  

Oil lamp burns out, before my passion. 

A new dawn chase the moon. 

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD