Dark Rider - A History of a Moment

While traveling at the speed of dark,

I came upon a listener.

I spoke to her of life and things,

But just above a whisper,

For fear she would break my heart,

If all my words should miss her.

My tragic thoughts rode with me 

serene but not forgotten

she reminded me of memories

Sweet love of our begotten

then only did I realize

This rendezvous was wonton

You see you start with nothing

And the years just rumble past

You win a few & lose a few

you try all things to last

 But I was farthings short and anyway

This die was all but cast

she turned to me and bid me go

I hadn't meant to see her

I'd wandered around aimlessly 

My mein did not deliver

our history gave to her the right 

to deny my right to be there

"What more could you require?" she said

"That life did not provide you?"

A removal of the pablum whey  

Where God had tried to hide you

I very nearly choked on it

While trying to lie beside you

"That was then and then is now

Your life has seen the glory 

The sputnik of the everlast

The selling of our story

You shouldn't even stoop to ask

But I must say I'm sorry. 

I have to ask you please retire

And leave me slowly molding

My world consists of broken dreams

And I exist here boldly

I think I've gone quite mad, you  see

I ask your understanding"

But I didn't want to come here

I came here by mistake

I know my future is my past

It's not too hard to take

I will even drop a lusty smile

A smile's not hard to fake 

And anyway my tragedy

Is still keeping me awake

Adieu farewell adieu old friend

My wish  will ever be

glad tidings flow to you and yours

I hope you will agree

you've lived too  long within yourself

please set your spirit free

For life is not a season

or so the shamen say

Deliverance is optional

Pray find another way

to end your isolation

and re-live another day

But frankly I no longer care

For I'm not here to stay

As I rode into the darkness

I hapt to turn around

I saw her there half-naked

 kneeling on the ground

arms raised in supplication

her lips moved but made no sound

I stopped for I was curious

of what she had to say

Listening through waxed paper

her words just minced away 

I heard her voice calling but

I had no need to stay

my wisdom was extraneous

no reason I should stay

That sweet submissive siren

Had brightened up my day

 

BLITZKREIG!!!

My enemy, namely PD, launched a full-frontal attack last weekend.  It is out to get me and, you know what?  Eventually, it may get me.  It will win the war unless I summon my defences and hold fast until some very bright scientist prepares a superweapon and stops its relentless advance.

Although the stories I am about to tell you seem to predict a lonely, harsh future, almost despicable in its serenity, I still cling to hope.  No, hope is not quite the word I am looking for.  Hope implies uncertainty and my future is certain.  I will beat this thing or die in the battle. In the words of Shel Silverstein:

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” 

The odds may be against a glorious victory,  but I will never stop fighting.  I shall never surrender.  Ours can be a convincing victory.  There will be bumps in the road, but so what!  They're just bumps, if you are aware of your journey and manage to keep your countenance in the midst of humiliation, which you will soon encounter,...with practice you can resist its power punch.

BUMP #1

This bump occurred on this beach:

My son had a floating, rubber platform which I managed to squirm onto.  For a half-hour, I enjoyed the kids boarding and jumping off but, alas,  we had to beach the craft.  I couldn't sit up.  my body defied my brain.  With my son pulling my arms and my 10 year 0ld granddaughter pushing from behind, I managed to stand but not before providing entertainment for the audience on the sand.

Bump #2

The second bump occurred af this beach, a half-hour's drive from Bump #1.  Our cottage has no AC, so I decided to take

the two little ones (5 & 10) to the Beach Mart, a convenience store about one-half mile away.  We were walking so I decided to take a ski pole for balance.  All was well until we stopped to cross a road about 50 feet from the store.  While we waited for a passing car, I dropped my pole and when I went to retrieve it, I started a stutter-step festination, landing on my side and narrowly missing the cement sidewalk, with my head.  With the help of my companions, I managed to stand.  I lost my balance, resulting in a stutter-step forward into the deep ditch that ran beside the road.  There was no getting out and up this time.  My two little companions tried to help but they were no match against gravity.   I struggled and struggled with no luck.  Cars drove by, but nobody stopped until a rather large man got out of his half-ton and stood me upright.  I was grateful but somewhat embarrassed.

These are the things that our enemy enjoys putting us through.  We are weak now but in the future.... we will reign victorious, happy and glorious, long to rei......well, you know the rest.  Stay safe and don' t let the virus get you down

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