My Angel

“Angel came down from Heaven yesterday.  She stayed with my long enough to rescue me.” I recanted my vision. 

My friend looked in awe, his face somehow different.  I couldn’t find shock,or disbelief.  He sat quiet.  His contoured black hair and neat goalie.  His high set cheekbones, nor his black eyes budged.  He just smiled.

“So she came down from the sky… it was a ball of light.   That unfolded. Her long pure white hair…a prefect halo.  She landed in a kneeling position.  As she rose, huge white wings extended about her.  She must have been seven feet tall.   Eyes black as coal.  Face expressionless.  Her mouth didn’t move but she spoke in song.  The only thing was her shadow had no hair and the wings were pointed or broken.” I try to not be a mad man,which makes it worse.

My friend smile grows.  I never noticed his ears being so pointy.  Her holds his coffee cup like a vise as I speak.  It steams. His mouth parts briefly “You looked at her eyes and shadow?!”

I’m stunned. Why did I?  The perfect creature and I’m looking at things about her.   She said my Earthly concerns would be a thing of the past tonite.  I deflect. 

“It was odd.   Yes, but I was in awe. Tonite… I take her hand.  It will change my life. My troubles gone.” I stay on point. 

“All your Earthy concerns will be gone.” He speaks in a different voice.

“That’s what she said!  Exactly!”  My ears catch up with my mind.  I didn’t say that to him.  How does he know? I nervously keep my smile.   But I’m scared all of a sudden.

First line and song used as prompt is “Angel” written by Jiminy Hendrix.  The link is to another version by Rod Stewart https://youtu.be/4Ljipk4QgWE

Looking Out My Backdoor

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#everydayinspirations

There’s a place into which we seek shelter from the storm of life.  Most of us have more than one.   There are reasons for that.  Some storms are live at a certain address.   But that’s a different story.

Today, we look into the greening world of Mark’s swampland estate.   In deeper understanding of this, I have a stray cat next to me helping provide the gem of a cold wet morning dew.  (I wish I could share but this app has,enough issues at times)  We have several local birds making the rounds at the feeder.  

The bright green leaves of the oak hide a flock. All birds of a different feather.  The smallest, the wren sings out near one of his four nests.   The ladies get to pick out one, or move on. Chickadees, sparrows, and tufted titmice buzz bright red Cardinals and much larger Blue Jay’s.  Cooper’s Hawks yell at each other in the distance.  A loud truck on the road out front dispatches the flock.   Like tiles in a video game, they shift and reassemble with the colors all out of place.

The plant world is shaking of that long winter hangover. The trees flex their new leaves. They have a jingle sound.   Maybe like a dancer with bells on their costume.   Pink and red columbine bloom are graceful stalks swaying along with the breeze’s rhythm.  Peace pushes away the rest of the world.

Plunk! The silent frog forgets I’m out here.   He starts to sing.   No one answers.   But a stray cat looks his way.

The musical link is here for the title

Buddy from Honali

Buddy

Buddy
Big cobalt eyes.
Huge pointy ears
Long whiplike tail.
So cute chewing on shoes!
Adorable eating the couch.
How many hours could we play?
Today Jack Paper came.
He took you away.
Honali Humane society
Says no more Dragons.
So long frolicking in mist
Watching you lead away.
My little green scales sparkle.
My little buddy gone.

If any of this sounds familar…

Quotes and Story in Between

The world is full of Kings and Queens.
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.

-Ronnie James Dio, “Heaven and Hell”

#everydayinspirations
“You can always self publish.” She says with a howl.

My cloudy gaze casts tepid showers on her parade.

“I mean I liked it. It’s that start.  It’s long way to set a scene.  Grey walls and white trim, OK. I see it in my head but…you take a thousand words to produce a dead body.” She tries to shield herself from the cold winds of my despair.

“It’s impossible to know what without the where and then the why!”  Lightning strikes her from my tongue.

“Maybe the fourth publisher will pick it up.” Her shelter builds against a growing anger.

I’m raging inside.  My mind created the prefect murder.   The crashing of bodies in every room.  Each one differently.

She looks back to me. Her mouth forms words that aren’t her own.
I

You are like a hurricane,
There’s calm in your eyes.

Niel Young, “Hurricane”

Things I Like

“I want to reach up and touch the sky.”
Supernaut, Black Sabbath
https://g.co/kgs/rmjgq

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I like finding a place where nature is still stronger than man.  Channeling the awe and feeling of a world beyond our manipulation.   To be at peace with one’s self, you must find yourself.  It’s not hidden among others.  It’s not the title of the job you work.  It’s not your collection of inanimate objects.  It what you are.  Peace is surrendering to what you are not.

I like not sticking to a script. Or following directions, notice the lack of list here of numbered items.  Chaos is my friend. Order is an iron cage.

I like flowers.

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I have been largely influenced by songs and lyrics.  The imagery that can be created by word play, or sounds that are mixed in.   The mood is a personal feel. The ability to project this into another person is magic.  Even the nonsense strewn into lyrics collectively can produce vivid views.  One of the best at the lyric game, Bob Dylan.
From Subterranean Homesick Blues
“Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything’s gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit”

The whole thing is just over two minutes.   It sounds like rap about 20 years too early without the heavy beats.
https://g.co/kgs/ogpqk

I have an affinity for people who are genuine.   Not necessarily happy sing about rainbows all the time.   Real people who have craved out their pave in space and time, put their claim on it, and fly their flag over it comes hell or high water! (I like the hell or high water phrase, it’s hard to fit in a story).

Photography is another guilty pleasure.   It traps those places forever.   It holds time still for later use.  What could be better? OK there are times that would be bad.   But this is likes.

Critter shots!

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Landscapes

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Good little Tom cats!

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#everydayinspirations

Newspaper

  

“Read the news today”

Long forgotten words and practice.

The places change but not the story.

The storyline AP or UPI

The place I am has little news.

There’s a crime here.

There’s a crime there.

But what has changed?

The world has shrunk around us.

My local has become less.

The flavor of my daily life vanilla.

Yes bad things happen.

But good things don’t make news.

Today I look at my paper.

It’s a park newspaper.

My guide to the good of nature.

The number of crimes is like.

“The number of holes to fill Albert Hall”
Quotes from “A Day in The Life”, the Beatles

Contrast in The Heart

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/contrast/

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“Love is like a dying ember”
The old song plays just for me.
The fires twilight is coming.
The soaring flames faded memories.
The spark clear as day.
A glance, smiles exchanged freely.
Awkward laughter shared.
Deeper looks, exchanges real.
Sudden longing for touch.
The desire to share and be shared.
All caught in a still of warmth.
Well maintained flames glow.
Partially kept ones slowly dwindle.
No fanning, no kindling,  no growth.
The hidden embers spew heat.
They radiate a false flame.
Unable to hold of cooling.
Slowly, imperceivably discinigrates.
What once was spark and tender,
Coolness descends upon.
The single coal is powerless.
It’s companion is oblivious.
One day, it all changed.
“Only memories remain”

Quotes from “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” by Willie Nelson.   Link below. ..

Stars that fell

The HMS Compass returned today.
Years traveling out among the stars.
It’s shiny features no longer glisten.
Its payload richness of past suns.
The crew glorious heroes.
Human eyes never seen the wonders.
The mind unable to hold then in.
The radio contact no longer reliable.
The reception waited.
The computer full of data.
Cabin sparsely populated.
The year thirty nine.
The crew all gone.
Fell out among the stars.

The answer to 39

The story Major Tom and friends