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On The Payroll of Hillburn City New Mexico
David J Walker
Imagine
That such a lonely city
Ever existed
Placed in the middle
of two nowhere
Not worth mentioning
A single building
The gathering spot for
Farmers wives far too
Busy to drive
to either of
the distant small towns for
Coffee,
Cigarettes
Milk and bread
Old cold cuts
Maybe out of date
And the daily mail
In your post office box
In the back
The newspaper from Lubbock
In the rack
Came yesterday and was
A day late at that
Not that it matters
In a jurisdiction
Where you must
pump your own gas
and then ask
about the latest gossip
from the Constable,
Mayor, & Postmaster, and
The only
And lonely
Working citizen on the Payroll
of Hillburn City
initially I saw no humanoid qualities in the beast
he was a throwback, not orangutan, but not man either
his eyes were frighteningly dark with glowing suns in the center
how could I communicate with this being?
I heard a thought in my head that I knew was not mine
okay, he can implant thoughts, so is he reading mine?
I tried to be more careful about what I thought
desperately not looking at his jagged teeth
they were stained a crimson red
was he a cannibal?
He threw back his head and howled
it was a mysteriously infectious sound
I threw back my head and howled too
we might not be the same species
but it was kismet that we landed on the same island
it had been a day since I saw another survivor from the plane
a tattooed teenage boy who had run off into the jungle
a few minutes later, I heard shrieks and screams
I plan to stay here, I told the beast, as I built a fire.
He gave me a slow smile and I wondered if I would be his dinner.
Once we were the greatest of friends
We enjoyed each other’s company
We could talk to each other for hours
We talked about anything and everything
Nothing was off limits or sacred between us
I used to love to make you laugh and smile
I never thought you did enough of either
You once said that we had a special connection
I thought nothing could ever come between us
I thought you would always be a part of my life
I thought we would be friends until the end
I cared for you to the very depths of my soul
I came to love you for unique reasons
Your difficult life made me crazy with worry
Your silence only served to make that worse
I would wonder if you were hurt or dead
I foolishly tried to be your everything
knowing full well that was impossible
but that did not keep me from trying
because you were always worth it to me
Once we were the greatest of friends
You once said you had a big heart
but there was no room in it for me
You must hate me to your very core
You knew nothing would hurt me more
than to leave me writhing in confusion
behind your unrelenting wall of silence
forever to wonder if you are dead or alive
silently praying that your life got less scary
because I will never stop caring about you
I refuse to give up on you like others have
You and others may think me a fool
but realize that I do not have it in me
to do to you what you are doing to me
I truly hope you are in a better place now
and nothing but good ever comes to you
I hope you find everything you seek in life
Maybe someday before I take my final journey
you will realize the kind of friend you had in me
Hopefully someday you will find a way to forgive me
for being crazy enough about you to foolishly believe
that I could fill all the voids and vacuums in your life
that others deliberately caused or callously left behind
Perhaps someday you will finally come to understand
that I did this because I believed you were far better
than the sum of all your mistakes and bad judgments.
When I looked at you I never saw just another woman
who had simply been ravaged by life and left broken
I saw what I believed was a “Masterpiece Undefined”
Alas maybe I am nothing more than a crazy blind dreamer
stumbling through life seeing only the very best in people
daring to believe that I can make them see what I see.
Doing either with the sense of intelligence to have the unknown destiny
deemed having own self’s manifested so called civilized balance in the society
with mathematical physical calculation of mind in any way
seeks to realize that from each and every corner of self designed expectations
OR
showing in the name of “OMNIPRESENT GOD” without having sense of well being
Is that being a Mahapurusha?
Note:- Mahapurusha is a holy person in Indian language who never speaks of himself
but speaks well being of all human beings, creatures and the whole nature.
The shower of true path to the ultimate God.
Paranoia, hysteria
the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule
curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood
but i
etch triple sevens off sixes
hit the jackpot off my last nickel and laugh
cause happiness is made not given and i profit off the pain
why would i dance with the devil when i can dance through the rain
Sundays i go to temples built with skulls that gossip through their souls from hell
and the preacher wont let me off this noose
sit and stare at devils in slain angel skin on pulpits
i have to go to lonely hills to praise God
and i can't find God, God finds me
and even there the devils dressed in a hoody in a mini van with tinted windows and camera lenses
i took love there once and she got goosebumps off the lucy in the air
so we dashed off to a rendezvous and made love
love transcended us to a place where time doesn't exist and they don't either
we played Bon Iver
talked of times when times were quieter
sometimes with a bud and a lighter
old fashion mimosa and i recite her
a poem
on the rooftop over the city we use call home
The eggs had been colored
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden
the children to shout…
“Was he here Mom, was he here”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder
both inside and out”
As the front door was opened
the little one chimed ...
“Mom, he didn’t forget
— it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
~Because He Cares (2)~
(Rhyme)
I know that there are many things in this world so very wrong and bad
And that you'd already gone through some of your own share of this and that by now
As I am sure that sometimes some or most of this can make you either sad or mad
So please seek and pray to God that He will always help you somehow
I know that often enough we all tend to forget that is not just us
The only ones who suffer and go through so much strife and also bad times
Let me remind you one more time as you may already know this by now
That we are still living in a world filled of so much evil sin and darkness
Like when bad things happen to nice people we can’t even figure that out
And we tell others and ask to ourselves what’s all this really about
But always remember that no matter what, God in the end is the one in control
And not Satan at all, even when sometimes it seems that God plays no role
I am so happy to believe and know that there’s a very loving God everywhere
He’s there for you and me, I pray that you also believe in Him, because for you He cares.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.15.2016
It interuped the flow of things.
He attmepted to his lack
of concentration. Abstract,
something that doesn't describe something real
or photogenetic..Anyway it appeared to have been printed incorrectly
or maybe the secetary gave the wrong design;
I didn't like it Now frustrated and dealing
with a time frame and very little cash to correct the matter
he became creative and got out the scissors and paste
and made the corrections himself.
A great job, as no one seemed to
have noticed it was a flaw that was corrected.
We liked the idea he took a photo of the work
and had it photo printed. It saved money a lot of
money. Now dealing with the ego's
of these Music mindd phenoms so that a show
with prestige and seeking a critics positive
opinion means alot to this project!
Needing a critic's positive opinion means a
creative work, product, or person relies on
professional approval to gain credibility,
funding, or an audience. While the word
"criticism" often implies finding faults,
a professional critic's evaluation can be
favorable, offering an expert seal of approval that validates
quality. A composition that might be the composers best work
in my hands meant alot and how I presented it
would either cement my position as conductor
and producer or ruin me me as an sloppy ill tempered person..
He last called me "Minzzokk Atterberg" It mad
me angry knowing he knew my name and called me out of it.
her compliments made me wish she was mine. I believe I feel in love with her
the moment she said "Hello"! Speaking of his counterpart introducing him
to the Critic.
my twin and I were thrilled
We got to wake up at four a.m.
Each of us had a new fishing rod
Mine was blue, hers was red.
We were eight
This was a big event
Grandma had sausage and eggs ready.
We were too excited to eat them.
She made us take them in a little pouch
“in case you girls get hungry”.
Grandpa warned us all the way we had to be quiet
Our giggles could be heard all over his truck.
The day was silent.
It was dark, like night, not morning.
We jibber jabbered, and he told us not to.
We were quiet when he put the boat into the water.
He held it for both of us.
Lake fishing! Wow!
We thought we would be fishing on the pond.
But this was Red Haw Lake, the big lake.
We did not want to pierce the worms, so he did it.
We were not great at casting either, so he did that too.
Plunk. Plunk. Plunk. This set us into a giggling mode.
We heard shushing from the dark corners of the lake.
This made us giggle harder and louder, and inspired questions.
Grandma was shocked when we came home in a mere hour.
“I will never take them fishing again, they scared the bass for everybody”.
The rest of the day we went around saying “dumb old grandpa” under our breaths.
Sometimes... just sometimes
I would love the world so much more
Sometimes... where the sun don't shine
There exist a darker world I adore
Sometimes... It's just there
That one place to go and never to go back
The somewhere in you to belong nowhere
That one place everyone most always lack
Sometimes... I would dream
Dreams, with without sleep to willfully merge
Because everytime... to live to mean
We live with imagination and dreams at verge
Some other time... sometimes
Dare we venture what we do not know?
We seldom stray to what we have not in mind
Guess not you and everyone will ever know
I love the world sometimes
But it's my darker world I adore
Is there another world you will find?
An either world to love so much more...