Memories

She will never learn but for him, the one who cares, he makes a statement, having taken into an account of the tomorrows of which there were plenty, yet the silent ones because of a foothold of inconsistent services to another, matrimony, financial indebtedness because they’re more older and gentler enough, and as the night wears on he asks,” let me take you in,” he explains.

Because the silent ones are somewhat taken aback, by fond memories, they’re older now and who can’t go down that path twice. They cannot or will not talk, or explain willingly. Although he will!

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Time Moves On

Now what he dreams about, still ever dreaming of episodes taking place, for the better or the worse, he wished they would, yet he doesn’t know of any such a course, they were all of his dreams.

He lives in a dreary place not particularly for him though, having been so sheepishly involved, hardly in it at all. Maybe whomever would bring a plate of food, whomever she was.

Although episodes such as these and the other episodes he has imagined, they were all his dreams and they weren’t likely to occur. They were just his thoughts. He had nothing but time.

He begun to worry about himself, about remaining here at this place, that clock would be running out soon, so to speak, about his activities, the things he loves to do, he stopped partaking in those activities, the ones he once held dear.

He has begun to worry about his family, but they weren’t around, not so much anymore, so he would wander around the little town, the places where he once lived and played. He was constantly walking around throughout the town, sometimes riding his bicycle, trying to get a grip, to get exercise, to get closure. He sits on his lawn chair he bring along or anything, to be in the public gathering areas, the parks, trying to be available to talk and have conversation. He watches other people, their activities, of their youthfulness. His spirits are high, yet he is confused, he had no life, no one.

Of all the old things around his place, the unkempt, the disarray left as it were. He sees where the landscape and the mechanical aspects if it all have been forgotten.

Once drinking beer because beer tasted good, of a once stable life, an occupation, but there’s no longer an occupation or circulatory motion, there hasn’t been for a while.

“It’s as if I’ve silenced her, by my own insincere pettiness, by my jealousy, because at the time she stood out as a very young and pretty woman.”

She eventually became his wife. This was a rather special, delightful and warm feeling. Although now he has no one. She has since gone on. He needs to move on.

He Truly Loved Her Yet There He Sat. His story:

So I truly believe, now since I have the time to take a certain path, plus I have a home and a place to fall back to, returning to my home whenever I want. I may move onward and go places, traveling, moving from place to place. In the beginning, as you know this will be uncertain, although it looks most appealing. Here, I will not say goodbye, not so much, because without a doubt I will return and be back soon, once again resuming my path, because I have nothing but time, so I shall be starting again at my original starting place. Although it is here that I wish to leave, wanting to get away from here rather badly.

What a nice day for challenging ourself ‘Myself’ to take a look around me.

…The landscape and the mechanical aspects of it all have been forgotten. Flowers fade as do dreams then one season the flowers, they suddenly reappear, yet he is ruined. The flowers are as beautiful as before, yet nothing awaits him because of a stillness…

…They were afraid yet they had alternatives plans throughout this whole ordeal, of her illness and this is how they felt about their impact on togetherness, their life together for many years…

“I had a dream come to me today and I wasn’t sleeping. I remembered where we were and what we did, we had a good talk, we always had good talks. What a way to start the day!”

“What I gave to you my dear can hardly be noticed now. What I did give to you, if anything, hopefully this gets noticed, if not technically because I was kind to you and also very generous.”

Yes, he hoped so. They lived their life that way, she however has gone on.

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Morning Coffee

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I’m going next door to borrow some coffee grounds from a real nice lady. This is what I told my real nice friendly lady neighbor. I ask her and she said this would be okay and then when I saw her, I told her that I’ll be coming around early for morning coffee sometime. She said that was okay. Yes, we’ll be having morning coffee together before daylight. I don’t see anything wrong or disgusting about this. I think this will be alright.

Yeah, and she’s not the typical adult person that’s for sure. She’s a classical romantic. It’s surprising and shocking really to see the many fine, abstract and erotic art paintings and pictures hanging on the walls around her home.
We’ll just be having morning coffee together, before daylight and that’s it! I didn’t tell her because I would love to and with her, this gives me the greatest joy. It’s a stretch, I know but that’s it. It’s only her company I seek.

These are just silly nuances, varying widely, depending on how discreet one is, also depending on one’s imagination-to do something else, to get something going but really, we’re just companions and I really enjoy her conversations and company.

Okay well, with her it’s both love and lust. Hell, I know sometimes we can’t even remember what we had for supper last night. I’m thinking we need to be reminded, thus the erotic artwork display around her home. Yes, she’s the eccentric type. I like that, she’s something else.

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She Makes a Fuss About Her Muffins

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She makes a fuss about her muffins. She’s makes it known how bad she likes them, as bad as she likes them eaten, for that special someone to have a mouthful of her stuff. No, it’s not none of that. It’s what she’s saying while preparing for these muffins to be cooked, mixing up the ingredients and all the preparations, part with love but mainly with the attention afforded to, ‘That Special Stuff’.

“OK-A-A-A-Y, Enough Talking And Preparing Honey you get right down on it, get right down on that.”

And

“Oh You There Sweetie, you know you ain’t worth a crap, I’m going to replace you for another one better, your big brother.”

And

She rubs and twitches and gestures with her hands all the while yelping and hollering. “Whoa Baby Now That’d Be It. Do Your Thing.”

She watches and waits and now she waits to cook ’em, cook ’em good. She’s now ready to stick this concoction in there to be baked. She wants for it to be pack it in there so badly, to do it ‘Up’ right and do it well. She knows her oven will be warm enough. It was pre-set because she had this in her mind way back earlier in the day.

“OH HELL YEAH BABY, I LIKE HOW YOU’RE DOING IT. THAT ONE THERE, YEAH I LIKE IT, I CAN SEE IT’S RISING SO WELL!”

And

“I will be so ecstatic when we pull them out, oops, NO, I want ’em to go deeper in this oven. I want it to be baked well and done up right. I know it’s not done enough. Ooh baby, I want this. Do it right now and when you’re ready to be pulled out, I want to taste you, your freshness, your baked little sweet creaminess, do you hear me?”

Her muffins go quite well with coffee or tea!

Once inside her oven she makes a mess with her muffins.

 

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At Night with Flood Lights Cascading Upon Its Façade

She comes home and comes inside where she finds me, her Dad, just sitting there getting ready for bed.

“He’s not listening perhaps.”

“Now, Please gimme a cigarette And Get Me A Light Hurry Please!”

“I don’t want to, but it’s likely over run by your own doings, something, whatever’s causing it. But you’re a big girl now and you’re just talking with me you’re laughing with me you’re crying with me and you’re doing what you wish and yes, you’re pretty and you’re disheveled.”

These are the youngest, young lives ever and they’re trying to catch someone, on to the other, younger people perhaps, obviously this fires up her endorphins. That’s a good story I think, a good thing. Now me, I’m just sitting here drinking my coffee, remembering.

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Fine Art Work

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I’m going next door to borrow some coffee grounds from a real nice lady. This is what I told my real nice friendly lady neighbor. I ask her and she said this would be okay and then when I saw her, I told her that I would be coming over in the morning early for morning coffee. She said that was okay. Yes, we’ll be having morning coffee together before daylight. I don’t see anything wrong or disgusting about this. I think this will be alright.

Yeah, and she’s not your typical adult person, that’s for sure. She’s a classical romantic. It’s surprising and shocking really to see the many fine, abstract and erotic art paintings and pictures hanging on the walls in her home. That’s perhaps because we can’t even remember what we had for supper last night, thus the fine erotic art work is there to remind us.

We’ll just be having morning coffee together, before daylight and that’s it! I didn’t tell her it was because I would like her company, I really would you know, as this gives me the greatest joy. I can just feel the love and it’s quite catching. It’s a stretch I know, but that’s it. It’s not that I would try to put my arms around her, it’s only her company I seek. Oh, or maybe I will..

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Imagination To The Listener’s Ear

Imagination is the diversity of the mind. This is encouraged perhaps by atmospheric music. This exosphere music captures in essence, to the listener’s ear and to one’s imagination, places that are far away.

Time and distance even farther, true north literally, colder climates, although here it’s summer outside and it’s hot and sticky. It is cool inside, what a difference! Maybe wait for the seasons to change. But the stuff outside, the humidity, of the dark dance of mornings, again it’s the humidity, it’s not unusual, nor is the sun’s radiant heat of the afternoons, yet it’s very uncomfortable.

Oh, but it is! A sunlight so strong it feels oppressive. Maybe we’ll take heed and go to an indoor swimming pool, it being covered and of course, climate controlled. While our bodies love the warmth, there’s a small difference in varying degrees, how that temperatures affect your musculoskeletal system. A dry heat seems ideal.

This music takes you by aerial views, perhaps traveling by air over the snow capped mountains where you’ll arrive upon a cabin, to a very desolate place. There’s snow upon the ground here, it’s cold and it’s frigid outside. Burrr!

This outdoors area where you’ve landed, where you’ve arrived it’s all foreign to you and at best as you can imagine, a place of the northernmost part of the Earth and you’re also at higher elevation levels. So by now your imagination and your music have brought you to this place, now you are where no one can reach you.

Well, I prefer the warm weather, I prefer the summertime and I prefer the strong sunlight. I like to see the flowers in bloom and to smell their fragrances.

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