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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 the 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 the 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. “ he said “True, tr

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

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

Season greeting to all

Saddle up and Buckle up In this world, the 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, the 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 others 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

Dear beloved people of Japan

Dear beloved people of  Japan. I stand on distant shores and gaze upon you and your country. Our heart goes 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. Don't 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 the 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

PASSION FIGHT FOR LOVE IS PRICELESS

Passion fight, for love, is priceless. 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 objects 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. It's a theater in the park with no admission fee. These passionate lovers are brimming with mistrust, and hurl verbal accusations of deceit, and lies. As the stakes are high, family honor is at stake and Love is the ultimate prize. Where mankind has failed only Cupids intervention would settle this fight of fiery

Made in America: Do your eight and hit the gate

Made in America. Do your eight and hit the gate.   I hear the whistle blow? So hit the gate, quick hit the gate, don't slow down, pick up your feet, head for the gate, you have done your eight. 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, and now you are free. 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

Birth of a Blog

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 handmaiden 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 shopkeeper with low overhead. Also what we do not need is another food blog, if you are a food blogger, I have nothing for you. We all have been   disappointed   by exotic fruits and cold cuts of meat and cheese from exotic cities of this world, coming to your mailbox 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 an

Dying tree spoke to me.

Dying Trees Last Whispers Dear stranger, "Sorry !" I could not give you no shade or no fruit to bear for 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 from where you will never uproot me. There is no respite for you and me, on this road. Your tongue is dry, my roots are thirsty, your throat is parched,. I have been wrenched from my earthly mother's 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 yesteryears. It searches a million thoughts in a flash to grasp for something trustworthy and familiar to guide it from its present malaise. Tears run down on a stranger's face, you see it everywhere from fancy neighborhoods to inner-city sidewalks, and bus depots. P asserby remembers 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

MY HAIKU: My love is forever young.

My old passion of spring grows fickle.: As a virgin of my summer's youth. She is my mother earth. She is my womb and my tomb. At the end of my days. As I lay in winter's 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 you in my endless summer, only to be with you.   God Bless You May all be well with you        DMD

Haiku : Yearning to stray

Yearning to stray                     My youth 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 the doorstep 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 an orphan.   Tears like the morning dew Yet found in spring    Oil lamp burns out, before my passion.   New dawn chases the moon.   God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

HAIKU: Love lost

Love lost The monsoon of my life have come and gone Yet I still weep, dry is the season of fire. Sudden visions of you, make the blades of grass drip with morning dew.   Don’t mind me.   They are just my tears of your memories of you.   God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Haiku: Missing you

 Missing you Tears come like the monsoon rain and drench   the thirsty riverbed of my parched emotions.   Lonely are the memories  but sweet, of the years past without my love to hold me steady.   God bless you May all be well with you DMD

The Almanac of the ancient world said.

The Almanac of the ancient world said. Summer will rise, as the winter will fade as the memories go into a deep sleep for now. Only the creatures of this earth remember, what to do. When the ocean is on fire in the sight of the fishermen at the water's horizon. The ocean water cant quench inferno. The shores are calm but not for long, the waves rise in anger & crawl the village street. Sea creatures walk the city streets, devouring the souls of man and humanity has nowhere to go, but to the ocean deep. But now the winds are calm the waters serene. We all search for lost love, some find their love and some learn to love another. God bless you May all be well with you DMD