CAFE DE BLOG

Before I go blind. I wait …I wait…and I wait some more. I eagerly wait for thee, for the sun has left me, the night beckons, and my emotion wants to betray me. Will you come or have you found another ? I dare not let my eyelids close, even though I barely see I dare not leave my vigil for you. I wait for the very sight of you, and to hear your voice . when I see you, my eyes devour every moment of you, as if you would be gone at any moment. When our eyes meet our souls have been satisfied, yet I know you will leave once more. You live in the memories of my youth, thanks my love for coming. The forest of our love is stirring, the night is fleeting and the sun awakens too soon, let us love till the owl can see no more……. TILL WE MEET AGAIN……. Godbless you May all be well with you DMD

Wisdom of love. To the departed who we knew, who were close to you and me, who were our friends and lovers.The ones in love, who had the wisdom of love. What we did not ask or say, what we did not learn from them. So now the wisdom is lost, so is their reasoning. What we did not learn about love from them. Now,  all we are left behind are, more questions. The man knows sin as he was born of sin, but the love he must learn all by himself. For the lessons never taught, the wisdom never understood, we are all lost. Must we make all the mistakes of our past all over again, only to have new memories of our failures and triumphs in love? God bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Arab Spring & The Ides of March. Read, React, Rethink, Reconsider, Regroup, Reform But never give up !! The weeks before the revolution or the days before. Did you feel anything? Did you Sense anything while awake or at sleep? What do you remember? 1, SENSE:    Did you sense the revolution coming 2, HEARING: Did you hear the quiet murmurings of the tidal wave of unrest and desperation. 3, SIGHT: Did you see the birth of a revolution ignite. 4, TOUCH: Were you touched by the birth of this event. 5, SMELL: Did you smell it in the wind like the precursor of a desert sand storm. 6, TASTE: Now that you have tasted the bitter fruit of revolution. How does it taste? Sour at best. But the harvest will be sweet, for the next generation. But hold on just a while longer, hold on, the Ides of March haven’t left you yet. Never give up. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Love Hunters: Making Brief stops under shady trees long walks in the late evening, and early night the hunt is on in this garden of love. This garden of love is littered with languishing, and lingering shadows of lovers, but you are not alone, you are with the one you love. Some of us live a life of blanc et noir, and some do not. Many of us lead an unforgiving selfish double life. Destiny will overcome all and every obstacle or one can say all obstacles were part of our destiny to have triumphed. One thing is certain to love can not be denied, on earth or even the deepest ocean. You are being chased by a ghost of your conscience, wearing the mask of the hunter of wanton love, you are the love hunter. When you have feasted and devoured and satisfied your lust, you look towards the heavens for forgiveness but only then do you disappear into the misty night, walking on the sidewalk made for one, only to return to hunt again. You are a love hunter, but you are not the only one, there

Love lost or stolen. The sadness of a love lost or stolen is like a slow-burning fire. Only when the embers smolder into a raging fire, revenge and retribution are the only things that satisfy the hunger for primitive justice, no matter where the trail goes. Your hunt is fueled by the sweet memories of your love, but now grieving is all one can do, the cause is unknown. Who is to know why? all you know your love is gone. Was it vengeance, misadventure, or death by natural causes? Unless your love left because you did not have enough of what love is all about. Who is to know? . The trail of love gets hot and cold  Will you ever meet your love again,  here, there, in all the old hangouts, or maybe never ever, only the memories of love remain at the end of the day to reminisce. God bless you May all be well with you  DMD

Inuit .  The First People. It's cold, it is very cold, it's colder than you think anywhere. I worry, about the Inuit and think of them often. They are the only people I know, who live on the edge. We all know that they live in the most inhospitable climates in the world. where and when you make a mistake you suffer the consequences, immediately and directly. Inuit learn early survival, and hunting techniques regarding the caribou, seal, walrus, and the whale. They never talk to a lone stranger on the tundra, because the legends say he is the evil ghost. When the Inuit cries out, who hears his anguished cries, not me or you. Only the pack dogs and the wolves that trail him. You got to take a minute out of your life and admire these mortal souls out there, under the heavens canopy of stars, dealing with whatever mother nature throws at them. They trust in God, and in their God-given talents. They have great memories, only in their dream do they find things that have been los

Wedding Vows What are two people looking for, who are strangers in the world to each other? What are two souls searching for? What is that you and I want or wanted for each other. The answer is I am looking for another one like myself, hopefully from a different family tree from far, far away. But yet the same, but better. The odds of that happening is worse than winning Lotto or getting some serious money from your mother-in-law or father-in-law. So when the time comes close for you, and me to take that bus which is leaving from the depot for a church altar near you. What do you do?  Total desperation       For the young there are a few options, like the dating scene, marriage brokers and, arranged marriages. If they work more power to you, otherwise it is Russian roulette, till the bitter end of time. The family clock is running, no heir apparent, the biological clock is running out, the two strangers are getting old. So now we make concessions, and decisions to get the second-best a

TRUTH AND LIES TRUTH AND LIES : One is the gold standard and the other is not. Everyone dreads the truth. In this murky world where there is no black and white. And there are many shades of grey. When you embrace the lies, you embrace the whole underworld, and you shake hands with demons in the shadows. When you embrace the truth,, you embrace the light, and the light shines bright. The heavens open up and the angels welcome you with a smile. Only on earth and in Rome does everyone dreads the truth. God Bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Bloggers Paradise: There is a world of expression and emotion at the tip of your quill, so let your ink flow and bathe in its afterglow. The pinwheel of life turns and churns, and logic and lunacy are intertwined like two immortal lovers. Routines and detours of daily life have bogged humanity with such charm, addiction, and constraints that there is no time for your inner thoughts, and your fertile imagination to be shared by the world. And before you know it, the day is over. Lucky are those who are still able to dream at night, and some daydream, and yet find time to create and scribble their thoughts for us, there is still hope for mankind. Well, it is time to refresh your mental makeup you have to look good when you are doing nothing or the bare minimum. Thanks for listening, I wish I was the only one but I am not. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

SECRET REFUGE Dear brethren : When there is nothing, and nothing else to grasp on to, and despair abound you and me. What is one to do? There is no place to hide on earth or on the sea, and the despair hounds you, one must find refuge within himself even if it is for a moment, away from this cruel melancholy world. Refuge can be found in religion, work, love, or wanton habits of this world. Refuge can also be found in the sweet countenance of an animal, a stranger, or even in the company of a wise beggar who has no coins of the realm, but he welcomes you with open arms to his garden of refuge for all. So seek your refuge and tell no one, it's your secret and only your refuge from despair. God Bless You May all be well with you DMD.

Matthew 8:20 MATTHEW 8:20 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. Above verses are from King James Bible. Dear brethern, Please read about the plight of our homeless, and help in anyway possible. Herald Tribune Sunday Dec 19th 2010 Homeless in paradise, community in the woods -------------------------------------------------------- USA TODAY JAN13TH 2006 Sarasota Fl The meanest city -------------------------------------------------------- Huffinton Post Nov 8th -2011 Pirates Cove Florida Homeless -------------------------------------------------------- Thanks God bless you, May all be well with you DMD

Advice from the five Monkeys. THY SHALL SEE NO EVIL THY SHALL HEAR NO EVIL THY SHALLTASTE NO EVIL THY SHALL NOT TOUCH NO EVIL AND YOU BETTER NOT SMELL NO EVIL U HEAR! On your journey from this world to the next, try not to talk too freely with the angels of our Lord, who are your escorts, but only praise the Lord your God. Just in case the angels don't like what they hear from you, they might make a u-turn and leave you at the gates of hell.