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You have been living a double life masquerading with two wives; you have been living a double life with man and woman as your wife.
You have not expressed this in public but everyone can see it in your eyes and watch it trembling on your lips. They say that action speaks louder than words and you must always remember this anywhere you go. The ceiling is above your head, and the rocket will launch exactly from your bed.
This town is like a crown and the vibration can be felt all around, from the petrol station to the hardware shop you cannot resist the irony when you go out to shop. This is the best of television I have ever seen for everyone that is embracing this literary dream, it is amusing, it’s confusing but it is entertaining.
Go to the top of the roof and look all around you; everyone is going somewhere but they are not actually going anywhere. Look at their faces and read deep beneath the lines and you will see the age long sacrifice.
Their stories are buried beneath their tongue and the truth is burning their gums.
The big trucks are rolling down the road with goods pile up on top; they are carrying a heavy load, and they are going where destiny is bound. The cars are rolling slowly behind them and everything seemed to be on schedule, good planning and organizing will get you on track just in time to experience the new wonders that have embraced this town.
The demagogues are running around the town with a familiar argument that is out of touch with the general public and a venomous pitch that is dripping from their lips. The music is not quite in tune with the happening that will preside at noon. You have to search out the contrary strings and re-arrange the demagogues before they sing.
You have been living a double life and making me pay for all those sacrifice, clips on wings, buttons and belts and colorful flags hoisted in the air ushering a passionate atmosphere far and near.
It is stirring up the heat and disrupting my heart beat, but it keeps my emotional friend in tune. I have fought hard and long to maintain my song, the cup is full but I must keep riding on.
Jalopy Memories
The old jalopy still proudly rumbles down a street now paved with asphalt
Flying tattered banners and trailing mists of smoke and steam in circles
Riding on thin tires held together by shiny spokes glinting in the sun
Remembering the brightest summer Sundays with ladies holding lacy parasols
Sitting on leather seats next to gentlemen sporting summer straw hats
Holding hamper baskets filled with picnic delicacies of sweet peach cobblers,
Jugs of lemonade, crispy chicken and spicy pickles
Or recalling afternoons of sweltering heat when a rumble seat overflowed
With children clad in bathing suits cradling their inner tubes and fluffy towels
Heading to the sandy beaches of a refreshing lake or to the swimming hole
With rope swings ready, waiting, for splashing shouts of glee;
Hearing again the songs of good old summertime
Sung in rhyme to the rhythm of the chugging engine
Happily bouncing down shady streets with streetlamps only stopping now
To wave at neighbors, scaring friends with “ah-ooh gah” horns,
While eating dripping cones of ice cream -
No booming woofers drown out the song,
The reminiscing of Fords and Packards rebuilt to glory with loving hands
Celebrating now their yesteryear in parades with main street cheers
When memory’s sweet hand guides the wandering heart back into jalopy days.
Written 7-22-19
See a play
On Broadway
Spend a day
In old Bombay
Riding on an elephant
Fly up high
In the sky
Birds pass by
As we hang-glide
Falling in love on our descent
Take a tour
And explore
A little more
From the floor
In the Louvre of Gay Paris
Bare it all
In a waterfall
Lovebirds call
And we guffaw
On the big isle of Hawai’i
Spend two nights
And delight
In the sights
Of Northern Lights
Up in the cold and Arctic North
Take a cruise
Sip some booze
Throw our shoes
At the alarm clock snooze
As we go sailing forth
These are the things I want to do
And I want to do them all with you
I am sure that you already knew
It would be my dreams all coming true
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
He came riding on a braying ass
upon a carpet of palm leaves He did pass
yet He didn't show up in regal gear
He wore a simple tunic with salvation in the air
ride on King Jesus
follow your destiny
ride on King Jesus
fulfill the prophecy
the people were cheerful
but the Pharisees were mad
that Jesus's followers were behaving
overly glad
It was a day of jubilation and total glee
a day of liberation to be spiritually free
ride on King Jesus
follow your destiny
ride on King Jesus
fulfill the prophecy
God wants to eliminate any and all oppression
He has no care for riches nor earthly possessions
His concern is those in spiritual poverty
the lost and forgotten souls of our society
ride on King Jesus
follow your destiny
ride on King Jesus
fulfill the prophecy
go forth Lord Christ follow your faith
go forth Lord Christ the promise awaits
ride on King Jesus
follow your destiny
ride on King Jesus
fulfill the prophecy
and at the Last Supper
Jesus's final meal
before His betrayer He stood
His destiny was revealed
ride on King Jesus
towards your ultimate destination
yes it was Your crucifixion
but it became our salvation
ride on King Jesus
King Jesus ride on
Life is crazy so make sure the getaway car is always ready
So, we can hop in and leave the single life behind
Crank up the tunes riding so smooth it feels like we’re riding on clouds
Let’s stop at Whataburger for a little snack and photoshoot
Still dressed in our wedding attire
The white, burgundy, and rose gold goes well with the white wash tires
1821 are our numbers but the year is 1935 on the cream old school ford
Suicide doors but I knew a long time before today I would die for you
Let’s see the world tonight I’ll be the chauffeur
Cruising to all our favorite spots anything for my queen
Tire tracks painting our love scene
p.s. I wish everything was as smooth as our ride in the Ford from 1935…
When sorrow comes riding on the crest of a wave
It hurts you, converts you
Into someone broken, bruised, brittle and not brave
When passion comes riding on the crest of a wave
It drowns you and crowns you
With a cryptic caress, and a crazed heart that craves
When delight comes riding on the crest of a wave
It thrills you and fills you
With sanguine satisfaction, soul sadness to stave
When fury comes riding on the crest of a wave
It blinds you and finds you
A brazen brochure on how to badly behave
When kindness comes riding on the crest of a wave
It mends you and sends you
On a smooth streetway that steers your self and does save
When terror comes riding on the crest of a wave
It bites you and smites you
With a gruesome greeting that's grievous, gruff and grave
When comfort comes riding on the crest of a wave
It cures you, assures you
Of a freedom from fear and a Friend who forgave
An old man,and a boy, were walking one day,
with their donkey, into town, and people would say,
What a foolish old man, why should they both have to walk?
The donkey is strong,on the donkeys back they belong.
So, the very next day, that's what the old man did,
he rode, the boy walked, people said, what about the kid!
That old man is so selfish, the child is too small,
This is not good, not good at all.
So the next day he thought, I don't like all the talk,
I'll let the boy ride, and I will just walk.
Someone didn't like it, said, that's just not right,
the man is too old for walking, I can't take the sight.
The next day, both were riding on the donkeys back,
some cried out, animal abuse! he'll have an attack!
An old man, and a boy were walking one day...
You just can't please everyone!
John Derek Hamilton October 26,2015
"Fantasy creates an illusory domain. Riding on the wings of fantasy won't take you anywhere. But sure, it gives us mental relaxation and allows an interim break from the harsh realities of life" ~ By Poet
In the wee hours of a silent night,
In my sleep I dreamt a dream-
A lovely delightful whimsy dream
That took me to the land of love.
In my reverie, I had seen my prince before.
Now in my sleep, I saw him once again.
His contours, aflame with sparks of fire
His eyes, dewy with ardent love
His lips, quivering for a passionate kiss.
When I tried to draw his face closer,
Alas! he was no more there!
Was it hallucination or just visualization?
Now I know, the cruel dawn came down,
Sounding bugles across the hazy sky,
Spreading thick veils of separation
And tore his face from mine.
Come, Oh Night! Come once again
Driven in the chariot of darkness,
Flying swift on wings of imagination,
And bring him to the shelter of my arms
To wrap him in the warmth of my caresses,
To enfold him in the tangles of my tresses,
When the whole world in deep sleep lies.
Let me once more be blessed
With the dream of my heart’s delight,
And be lost in that magic spell
Of his enchanting, electric presence,
Which in the height of my passion
Was sullied by the light of dawn!
The seals were way too noisy;
The snakes were fast asleep,
The turtles kind of boring
And the bison they could keep.
The tiger was a hit and so
Were rhinos and giraffes
And riding on the carousel
Made smiles turn into laughs.
Flamingos caught attention
And some other birds as well
But crocodiles, unmoving,
Though enormous, didn’t sell.
The monkeys jumped too wildly;
The deer did not impress,
Yet lunch in the café we would
Consider a success.
A zoo date spent with Henry*
On a gloomy afternoon,
Though exhausting, makes me hope
For more just like it, very soon.
*my two-year old grandson