Sunday, July 21, 2013

Beverly's Hills

Little boats made by children? Look for them in the gutters of life. Cobble stones and pavement need the gutters for their run off. All of that nasty names calling went right down the gutters of my life and were washed away in the rivers of time.
Yes, every now and then, they back up and overflow their banks. We all cry tears. It takes oceans to sustain us. Mine is the Atlantic and it is powerful. My homeland is Maine, USA where the wildest lived in natural gardens of plenty before those ships came in and stole our peaceful way of living. There are right ways and wrong ways to live. If you die or cause anyone else to die deliberately, that is the wrong way to live.
Do you really need a yeah but? I tell my best friend (who uses them often) that yeah buts live in the Maine woods and sasquatch eat them which is why you never have seen any. Unless you're having lunch with a sasquatch you really don't need any yeah buts. She always looks out my back window where the woods are very close as though she MIGHT see one just the same. She knows how crazy it sounds but you never really know, do you?
Life is mystery and wonder even when you think you know everything or even when you know that you never could. I know what I know and that's my truth. I was born on Winter Street and I have come home downriver from where I was born. The streets have changed but the names are the same. They are both hills in Hell that I can't climb anymore. I grew me a pair so I can fly whenever I'm ready to soar like an eagle. I believe I can fly.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Head For The Hills

Its all about the hills and how they've affected or even effected me. Fortunately, they haven't infected me with anything except nostalgia aka home sickness. Hell, Maine is a conglomerate of where I spent the major portion of my life and did most of my best work. It isn't the blues and the grays to me. It is the grays and the reds with the chipmunks thrown in for cartoons. It is not Granny and Jed out in Cally Fornie. The hill billies I speak of would likely be Will and Liam and a bunch of old goats and salty dogs. All sailors of a kind whether they can swim or not. Most pirates couldn't. Aye, Laddie, here, there BE. They call 'um polly tit shuns. I don't trust many of 'um. I trust few as well as I trust children and dogs. Cats are too independant but so am I. Folks in these parts generally are. Least ways they used ta be. My doctor came 'frum away' and he's a fine young whipper snapper with a really tough job but he says he never met so many who feel so entitled. Yup, he's right about that. I do feel that way. I am entitled to a few years off for good behavior. A short life doesn't scare me because death doesn't scare me. Neither does changing my clothes style or my hair. I'm ready for a new Me.