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"Escape (The Piña Colada Song)"
Rupert Holmes Lyrics "I never knew"
That you like piña coladas and gettin' caught in the rain
There's a line in the song that reminds me of an attempted
birthday surprise I was planning for my wife. I was scheduling
'a massage', a Christian one I might add, but later had to cancel
because 'I never knew' that my wife loves massages, but only
ones done by me. Thereafter, I started scheduling 'massages by me'.
The song has a story line with a twisting plot; a pleasing
discovery that's not likely to happen in reality. Though
rare, it is an intriguingly awesome saga. I heard the song
again today, and each time I hear it, my recall button quietly
takes me to Half Moon Bay, where I heard such a beautiful song
over the radio for the very first time more than 30 years ago.
The song had nothing to do with me or anyone I knew.
But I was arrested immediately and captured by the story.
I have learned well that my bride likes Caramel Iced Coffee.
But I must say that after 49 years, there are yet 'discoveries'
of things about my bride that 'I never knew'.
My wife and I have had 'Escapes', but not of the
'surprise variety'. I nor my bride have ever had a
piña coladas nor do we like getting caught in the rain;
but I have always feasted from the creativity in that song.
073021PS
JoLee was the most harmonious fruitful friend I ever had.
She was welcomed into our family by sis, mom and dad.
Intriguingly quintessential as a human being in every way.
Little brother was not thrilled with her, he mentioned every day.
The rest of us were smitten by this fireball of a human being.
Life seem graceful and delicate around our friend JoLee Sheeing.
My brother did not understand her ways, he warned us of her ills.
We thought he was the crazy one, she gave the rest some thrills.
She thought up some adventures, and we had a bunch of laughs.
My brother warned us when she wanted everyone’s autographs.
She was a con artist, this woman, as we can now testify and shout.
It is weird that none of us noticed as a little boy of six figured it out.
Sometimes a psychopath lives in our midst and fools us greatly.
JoLee Sheeing was one of these – so beautiful, conniving and stately.
We now know better, but our savings have all been stolen.
We wish now we would have listened to the little boy so golden.
Pissed off to the maxinum...numb in the cranium and bleeding knuckles that I succumb to obsessively as I punch several walls...breaking me..my many suicidal attempts..shows that I’m a failure in success’s closet
Yes, you made me furious like hellfire of hatred-hoarded, halfhearted desire of utter ire
Right - you were making me mad as a flippin bee in his hive of arriving-undone-till-I-pass-out...nectar of negativity’s nostalgia drops unto the filthy floor of rocks and rubble instantly
Oh, goodness, no..I’m ironically a pyrophobe and a non-functioningandnon-focused schizo-effective freakazoid, traumatized PTSD-inflicted little boy, stuck and crawling inwardly into a man’s body, releasing tension out of his ribcage radiantly yet so painfully and excruciatingly bothersome like his echoes of moaning and groaning..I’m a freak of nature, so immature and mature all the same....I’m using benefitial and benevolent blessings intriguingly so....bravery and is bizarre to my ambivert...God blesses us unique humans, but soon we will be the same..maybe we can share similarities but...no... I’d rather be treading down the road to recovery sooner or later I’ll just make the time to be grateful and have high hopes that will never collide or hide away cowardly and awkwardly...I’m in everyone’s boundary now...fired up in rage...
Why do I hate myself, my life overall
It seems as if happiness was my first downfall
Then pain and criticism seemed to follow
Is it possible for a man’s heart to be so hollow
My vales shallow, my dreams long gone
Since my birth date my life has never seen the sun
Never known the meaning of fun, or the true meaning of my being alive
If I want to live is what I’m trying to decide
All my life I have denied, these feelings of insecurity
Intriguingly, I can always seem to find
Someone who: thinks I'm special, so truly divine
And I always wonder how you could love a face like mine
But I live my life afraid and ashamed
Disgraced at how I look, even how my body’s framed
It’s as if I was trained, to find the negative in all
Never do I have anything positive to recall
For my mind is full of hate and my heart full of shame
There is no one but myself to blame
Because when I search in my soul all I seem to find
Is a young man’s life running out of time
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous,
swarms as life bores a chance of existence,
so the geckos take without resistance,
for there are those who find them delicious.
They're unorganized, but there are plenty,
great variety hails many choices,
of shades, tints, hues, much to share, tiny moists'
plus small, big, quick, stealth, and there's shadowy.
Intriguingly, there are guides for caring,
them itsy, creeps, bitsy, crawling critters!
Confidence too close for comfort, --jitters!
Neighbors donned smiles, objectively sharing.
Save for a few pets, that's very lucky,
most times people just see them as yucky.
Siege by time subdued by repetition. Echoes of Enchantment calling through the sub waves of sub conscience. Opposition inside intuition all the while oblivious in walls of time. The absurd undertones of life, is just a chaos formula with calculations of perfection. With controlled slide inside the wasteland. Intriguingly feeding the f*cking disease by fixated eyes of the observer. Directed by expressions of dementia. Troubadour direct and to find a relentless combination of words. Another coordinated family born and joined beside one another again. As everlasting as the universe. Love's stronger diamonds, loyalty living on just like a Viking love living through eons of rebirth. As everlasting as the universe expressions direct dimensions from dementia defined by intentionally designed by the emotive one.
I’ve seen them many times before
just outside my back porch door,
dancing ‘round from high to low
‘round and ‘round and “Doe-See-Doe.”
On glittering, gossamer, ghost like wings
flickering like hummingbirds in the spring,
yet smaller still to stalk their prey
of beasty bugs far less than they.
From water born, transformed larvae
shedding, molting 'til set free,
into the world of earth, sky, winds
where nature abounds for all of them…
Dragonflies and damselflies
all-seeing through their moon sized eyes,
peripherally and all around
for what they seek, from sky to ground.
But never had I had the chance
to watch a hundred of them dance,
together like children come what may
around scented flowers yesterday.
A swarm of these I had never seen
like something from an “Alice in Wonderland” dream,
materialized to entertain
and wash away all anguish, pain.
Dipping, zipping, unremitting, like electrons flow
then hovering ‘round like a magic show,
with others landing on wildflowers and lilac leaves,
until wisping off again into the beauteous breeze.
Dissolving into clear, thin air
as if any thought at all was ever there, leaving me
holding them intriguingly revered
for as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared.
Starry night sky above
--- starry night sky below ---
reflected in a restless sea:
twin nocturnal profiles face off,
touch nose to nose
--- share stars for eyes ---
the wind that meets the water.
Floating in darkness
the silvery moon rises -
intriguingly, inscrutably
--- dark side, light side
hidden from each other,
man in the moon ghastly.
Baleful lunar eyes hover,
looming mirrored,
awash in inky waves.
Glorious morning yawns.
Hidden somewhere in the firmament
she waits, and she waits some more,
leaning against the wings.
Beguilingly draped, she anticipates -
her next sweeping entrance.
...
All Creation
--- benign yet indifferent ---
gathers Her own,
draws them ever closer,
--- finely tuned, outrageously only approximate --- ,
the union of yin and yang.
Both tumble along as one,
--- celestial dice rolling ---
swept bobbing w/ the tide,
transcendence disguised,
transcendence revealed.