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LOVERS SONG. OH SETTING SUN BRING FORTH AN EVENING STAR BEFORE YOU PART, I PRAY. I BEG THEE TO GUIDE ME TO THE LOVE THAT I HAVE YET TO SEE, WITH A TRUE HEART I SAY TO THEE. SAIL, I SAIL UNDER THE FADING LIGHT AWAY FROM THE SHOALS INTO THE RESTLESS NIGHT. SURELY, I HAVE LOST MY WAY, NO STAR, NO BEACONS TO GUIDE ME IN, AND THIS MOONLESS NIGHT. THE SKY IS DARK, THE OCEAN UNFORGIVING AND THE SHIP IS CALLED GREY. I HAVE NO COALS AND THE SEA IS EAGER TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE. I GAZE UPON THE BLUFF, THERE I SEE MY LOVE, A LANTERN IN THE BAY. OH, HOW YOU WELCOME ME. MY TRUE LOVE……… I AM HERE TO STAY. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

UNREPENTANT SINNER. REDEMPTION When we are born, we are neither saints nor sinners, we are known as the innocent. But what matters most is how we end up before we let our last breath out on this earth. Have you heard? Have you heard the sound of dirt hitting the pine box of an unrepentant sinner six feet deep within mother earth? Have you? In the stillness and the quiet of a cemetery. I tell you, dear friend, the sound is deafening, like thunderbolts from heaven and the gravestone could only read “Fool “ God bless you May all be well with you DMD

DYING WISH I have just one last wish. Riches in my pocket, it does not matter Riches in my home, it does not matter Jaded is my mind, it does not matter Tired is my body it does not matter Just let me lie down with you on a bed of morning glories with a hint of lavender and roses so I may love you again with sincerity, humility, and all the passions of my youth. JUST FORGIVE ME !! GOD BLESS YOU May all be well with you DMD

BLOGGING: There is nothing more beautiful a moment than watching a novice blogger, blogging down his or her very first virginal thoughts without any boundaries, prejudices, cynicism, or moral high ground on a glass canvas with a paintbrush made of personal thoughts. Blogging is about all of us, our ideas, expressions, sharing, and caring towards humanity. It is the bloggers' view from the sidewalk of life. The truth is the staff of a true blogger and we all know that truth, sincerity, and humility are very lonely words in the blogger's world. Blogging is not a thoughtless walkabout in the dark alleys of a pretentious mind. So be on guard from the sins and vices of blogging whether they might be real or fantasy. Above all don’t be a tragedy of a blog less read. GOD Bless You May all be well with you DMD

WHO IS IN THE ZOO?? It is a fine summer’s day, so I decided to take the bus and on a whim, I got off near the city zoo, the sounds of the wild birds, and what lay behind the impressive façade intrigued me. School kids noisily went in, without a second thought or any doubts. But I was still full of apprehension. I knew in my heart that something strange would happen yet I did not fight that feeling or turn around and go to a nearby mall. So I steadily moved forward and bought a ticket and from that moment on I was fully and totally committed to enjoying the zoo experience. After admiring and walking around this piece of land turned into a fake jungle I crossed a small bridge, and there behold before me, I found myself in the land of the primates. That overwhelming feeling, once more came over me, that this was it and an unseen force had guided me to this spot to experience whatever it had in store for me, the game was on and I was game. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, doe

THE NIGHT WATCHMAN Beware of the man who walks in moccasins these days, he is like the Yeti, you have not seen one but you know he is there somewhere. He leaves no signs that he was there because he is the good thief of the night. He plays hide and seek, with the night watchman all night long. Some of us have had strange encounters, with strange beings, when the fog is heavy and the people walk on clouds, who is the devil, who is the saint we never saw their feet. As the early dawn comes rushing in from behind the mountains and the tall tree of the meadow, the game is on, and the night watchman chases an apparition as it escapes into the fleeting night and the dew kisses the fields for the last time. They will play this game again, tonight like the sun chases the moon. Who will get the prize? the night watchman, or the thief, or will they find a friend in each other, and share the spoils of the night. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

“Tease me with youthful love.” Mornings were wishful Afternoons were forgivable Evenings were hopeful The night was full of possibilities But nothing was certain. Ladylove was fickle, like her sister lady luck. None of them had in compassion for an old voyeur of love. Go ahead tease me, fill my head with memories of my youth of yesterdays. But don’t forget me, just tease me with youthful love ………. Now that I lay down dying,just tease me before I close my eyes, and reminisce with me as I fall into the big sleep. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SUMMER / WINTER Its summer here, the ocean is warm, flowers in bloom, birds in flights, and parrots making joyous songs in the trees, yes its summer here and everywhere. My heart is still warm towards the fond memories of my parents who have gone, but for them, there is no season, I wish I could share Strange as it may seem to be, the hearts of my children grow colder and their blood runs cold as ice as the day is long towards me. I do not know why?? So I don’t dare to wait for a day, a week or for a season of discontent, or for a winter’s blizzard, that chokes humanity. So I go, I go where there is summer everywhere….. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

DEDICATION SONG OF THE EX-PATS This blog is dedicated today to all who left their homeland for distant shores. They went to seek justice, dignity, decency, a better way of life, and fair play. Some found what they were looking for, some did not, some are still looking, and some have found it and lost it for the very last time. The ones, who are left behind, still welcome us with that old recognition in their eyes, faces, smiles, and open arms. The tears tell how much you were missed and for so long, in their embraces and tales of yesterdays Many of us yearly visit the motherland or fatherland like an orphan looking for our roots. We were whole when we were last together, and now years later we are like small pieces of a puzzle, with some bits lost forever. Only in old worn-out pictures and family albums, we are still whole and together as our memories gently fade into the shadows of a moonless night. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

NAUTICAL COMPASS HEED YE, THE OLD SAILORS ADVICE. WHEN THEE SAIL ABOVE OR BELOW THE EQUATOR: RED SKY AT NIGHT, SAILORS DELIGHT RED SKY IN THE MORNING, SAILORS TAKE WARNING WHEN THOU ART IN THE MEDITERRANEAN THOU. HEED NEPTUNE WARNING RED SKY AT NIGHT SAILORS AND SHEPARDS DELIGHT AND THE SHEEP RUN SCARED. RED SKY IN THE MORNING SHEPARDS AND SAILORS RUN AMOK AND THE SHEEP ARE TRANQUIL AND AT REST God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

Just Love Abundantly. THE THING ABOUT LOVE IS, YOU DON’T OWN LOVE. LOVE OWNS YOU AND OWNS YOU ALL THE TIME SO WHY GIVE SO SPARINGLY OF WHAT YOU DON’T OWN. IT PARTS FROM US WHEN IT IS DONE WITH US AND THEN BIDS US ADIEU. LIKE A FLEETING LOVER IN THE NIGHT OF LOVE IT SHUNS US AFTER A BRIEF RENDEVOUS. SO GIVE LOVE MORE AND MORE ……….. NOT FOR A NEED, NOT FOR A REASON. BUT GIVE LOVE FOR A SEASON OF NEVER-ENDING LOVE. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

“ NO THANKS” I don’t want the Eastern Times newspapers or the weekender for free either for myself or for my neighbors. We have read enough dispatches from the handmaiden of the three branches of service. As there is no news that’s fit to print and the fabrication of truth and lies is an art form, so this must be graduate program,from a online non accredited college. Going green must spell disaster for the print media??? DMD God bless you May all be well with you

DAZZLING DISCLAIMER. A letter to all my beloved bloggers: The characters in these here blogs of today, yesterday, and the future are all very irresponsible. Forgive them, they are not responsible for what they do to themselves or what they might do or not to each other, later on. Let alone, what they may say, or do unto the author. “Young and old bloggers don’t tell me later that I did not alert you of the above because I did. Didn’t I” Now it should be very clear to all you bloggers, that the author is a virtual prisoner at the hands of these characters from the world of fiction. The author is a totally irresponsible blogger after sundown, but at sunrise, it’s a different matter. “Hopefully you got it”. “Now go throw the trash out it is full of old blogs. “Go ahead, go on, tomorrow morning is the pickup to the City blog dump”. PS. ALL BLOGGERS AND THEIR GUESTS ARE REQUIRED TO SHOWER BEFORE ENTERING THE BLOG POOL OF THEIR CHOICE “COUNTY ORDNANCE “ God Bless You May

THE PRECIOUS GIFT OF LIFE. The young are the bravest and most foolhardy as they give this most precious gift of life freely, on a whim, or for a cause they do not understand. The old hold on to this gift of life with both hands and fight every inch of the way. They never let any cause, or fantasy takes this gift of life away. The delay or prevention of that what is coming, on that fateful day, the last hour, where ever it may be, in the departure lounge at a hospital, or a bed near you. While the young march forward to embrace the end and become cannon fodder, the old just compensate Ceasar for his war effort. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

THE BLOG DANCER. My thoughts, observations & pixels on the glass canvas of this world that still revolves, and evolves around me, it makes me do the blog dance. When and if I do get off this crazy merry go round I do the blog dance, I rush to pluck the feathers from a swan, unfold some papyrus from a tree, and fill my well with ink to wet my quill. Well then, my thoughts come tumbling down and the quill dances with the ink on the blog floor as the paper is parched and yearns for more and more. So dance, your blog dance let your feather tickle your quill and your papyrus be always thirsty for you. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SWEET ENDLESS DREAMS DEDICATED TO SANDY I CLOSE MY EYES FOR A QUIET REPOSE AND THERE YOU ARE NEAR ME. I OPEN MY EYES YOU ARE NOT CLOSE TO ME BUT HOW SWEET IS YOUR SCENT, THAT LINGERS HOW TENDER IS THE MEMORY OF YOUR GENTLE TOUCH YOUR TONGUE IS STILL FULL OF HONEY…… COME ASHORE FROM THIS CLOUD OF DREAMS, WHY DO YOU DWELL IN MY MEMORIES OF OLD …? COME ACROSS THIS CHASM WE SHARE, AND LET US DREAM TOGETHER BECAUSE WE CARE. MEMORIES OF OUR LOVE ARE MANY AND ARE EASY TO BEAR. TILL WE MEET AGAIN… God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SOUTHERN NIGHTS JOURNEY A GREAT REPRIEVE FROM MY GRIEF THAT I COME TO SEE MY LOVE ONCE AGAIN. THE SUN SHINES A BIT BRIGHTER AND THE RAIN DOES NOT MATTER, AS I DROP FROM THE MONSOON SKY. AS DUSK FADES AWAY, THE SLEEPY MOON COMES GENTLY AWAKE, LIKE A MEDALLION ON THE BOSSOM OF MY LOVE. IT HARKENS ME, IT BECKONS ME TO ITS SWEET EMBRACE. AS WE MEET WE DON’T ACCUSE OR COMPLAIN, THE HOURGLASS STILL RUNNETH, AND HERE COMES TOMORROW. FLEETING MOMENTS WE STEAL FROM LIFE ARE OURS TO KEEP WE SHARE NONE OF THESE TREASURES, WITH OTHERS AS THEY ARE OURS TO KEEP. THERE ARE NO CLOCKS IN THIS HOUSE OF LOVE, NO OIL LAMPS TO GUIDE MY TENDER FAMILIAR LOVE. LITTLE DO WE CARE? PASSION KNOW NO BOUNDS PASSION IS ALL WE KNOW AND MOAN THAT’S ALL, WE HAVE TO SAY. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SOLACEVILLE Sound and Silence, live in, “Solaceville “ They are like night and day. Each one of them is in use, but not without us. Some call them opposite twins, different but always together. Side by side, step by step, one after the other, like two shadows. They follow humanity from birth to the grave, So where does one's quest lead us from here? Depends on what you crave for, sound, silence, or a little bit of both. Remember, too much of one or too little of another will send you in the arms of another. So we all seek that joyous path that leads to solaceville. Some try to find it in the deep forest, some far from cities Humanity seeks the healing of what has hurt our psyche. Remember your birth journey from the water world to this one. Well, it hurt your mother and it must have registered something in your mind, of what you both went through and look at the strong bond you have with your mother. And your journey has just started, and now come to your fears

OLD LEGEND The old legend says; After creating the universe the gods wondered where to hide the truth. Should they hide the truth on the highest mountain, or at the bottom of the sea or maybe on the dark side of the moon. Finally they decided to hide the truth, in the heart of a man. They figured he will look everywhere never suspecting it to be deep within his heart God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

NATURES BLINDFOLD Fog is humanity's best friend it's like a cocoon that envelops you, it blindfolds you, it holds you to its bosom, and then it makes you wait while it satisfies its love like a mother would. It amazes the young and the old, as we catch our breaths even for a brief moment at this wondrous mist. It hides ships, oceans, and makes entire cities vanish like a magician's trick. People get lost; neighbors and loved ones become unrecognizable from a distance, but just for a few moments. City lights become candle lights with halos and death wears no mask. So waiting is the word that says it all we cant go forward or backward, nor to the womb or to the tomb, so we wait till nature lifts its veil and gently releases us from its soft cage of wondrous delight. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

SAILORS SWEET SONG DEDICATED TO SANDY Oh, setting sun, bring forth an evening star before you part, I pray. Guide me to the love I have yet to see. With a true heart, I wait for thee. I Sail, I Sail under the fading light, away from the shoals into the restless night.  Surely, I have lost my way no evening star, no lighthouse beacons to guide me in, and this moonless night.        The skies are dark and very unforgiving, and my ship is called GREY   I have no coals and the sea is eager to swallow me whole.  I gaze upon the bluff, and there I see my love with a lantern in the  bay to guide me in    OH, HOW YOU WELCOME ME. MY TRUE LOVE……… I AM HERE TO STAY. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

KEEP IN TOUCH, & STAY IN LOVE.   I love the night that exaggerates my love. So I take you down memory lane, that summer’s night of my youth, on that beach with my love. What we said to each other, between short breaths and sighs had been said, before but only said for the first time between me and my first love. The waves were tranquil, the moon had a smile and the sea was kissing our feet. The beach was alive with torrents of emotions, we found a cove to express ours, and we had just one night. All we needed was each other, and quite, solitude from humanity, we both wished for a long night as the stars would light up our love. The sea would have to wait to kiss my lovers' feet as the dawn came rushing in, the night was wet, like a monsoon season. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

GLASS CANVAS THE STORY OF AN EMPTY PAGE Looking for inspiration. As I walk and walk on a country road, I pass old farmhouses and abandoned barnyards, and suddenly before I know where I am, I am lost and surrounded by a primitive jungle. As I sit and lean my tired bones under a shady tree, near a dried river bed, time seems to have come to a standstill. I am thankful for the tree and the shade it gives me. Looking around, it seems that the vegetation is older than me; I wonder if all this was made for me. Who knew that one day; I would come here and rest under its canopy. Not so far in the distance, scavengers are having a meal as more descend on a fresh kill, they all wear red cloaks and mantels, these ancient birds with curved beaks and clawed feet. Now and then they look over their wings and mock me, as they feast. And I starve for just one more emotion for my inspiration to ebb and flow on this empty glass canvas God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

DEDICATED TO ALL THE COMEDIAN. This blog is dedicated to the memory of those who made us laugh all over the world, whose actions have lightened our daily burdens and given us the courage to face tomorrow with laughter. We all remember the people who made us laugh better than those who made us cry. So this is for all of you who have this special gift of mirth. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

BRANDED OUTLAW "HOLD YOUR FIRE". Where ever an Outlaw rests his head, that’s the place he holds sacred, it could have been a church or a temple but it was a barn. Soon enough it will be time for him to shake the dust and keep on moving. He can hear the bloodhounds, and the devil is on horseback. The chase is on again, can’t stop riding, can’t stop hiding and can’t stop triggering, and the posse is riding hard Bounty hunter wants to collect and society debt has to be paid, but the law never forgets. On the prairie, I was tumbleweed, on the range a cowpuncher, when I am in town I am a real law-abiding and peaceable citizen but they still call me a hired hand. Town folks are not shy, to ask me about my past and to touch my gun and seek my advice. But when the deed is done, they don’t want me anymore these kind folks run me out of town, after yet another town it’s the same story everywhere. I paid my debt to society, many times over I am law-abiding and real peaceable

BOG ELIXIR:  The power of words and images can be traced back thousands of years. Blog writers have a responsibility to their readers, that they don’t compromise their thoughts, and writing as they are part of you. The journey that has brought you to this edge, this blogging frontier has taken mankind a very long time, just look back at the history of writing; it is so old they call it by its special notation of AD, and BC. Look at the art and expression of early mankind on caves walls. Introspection is the first step in blog writing, feel pity for the reader of your blog, what a journey one has to embark on to reach your blog. Let alone read what you have written. So don’t despair, there are several good blogs in all of us, keep it up And drink from the cup of enthusiasm, and sail on the ship of imagination. Thanks for stopping by……. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

DISCLAIMER This blog is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination. or used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events or locales or person living or dead or business establishment are entirely coincidental. The moral right of the author has been asserted, but not deserted, Copyright 2010 All articles, photos, are protected by copyright and may not be reproduced in part or as a whole in any electronic or medium without prior permission from the author. God Bless You May all be well with you. DMD