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rm_sharksnsails 46M
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6/7/2006 3:47 am

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Walk On

....I met myself, but as a soldier along a path. We walked and talked about our children, our parents our country, our jobs....
"So you leave your family to go to the middle of the ocean and stay away for months for oil?" He asked.... And I replied "For money." Then I asked "You go out to the desert and stay away from your family for months at a time for money?" He looked amused then spoke suddenly "For Oil." He replied. Then we came to a door that led to pain he waved goodbye, walked though then died.
....Further I walked and came apon my Dad, I spoke to him of my dreams and ambitions, I listened to his wisdom he listened to my foolishness, He loved me with warmth and sympathy, and I attended him with reverence and awe. We came to a fork in the trail, his trail went into a fog, as he walked away I saw him less clear but he seem to get smaller before he faded off.
I walked on.....
Beyond the treeline a mighty storm brewed and angrily swept across the tree tops I heard the harrowing sound of a tornado, the gentile woodland creatures scurried for cover, hair bristling with fear, as my mother swept down and cleared a vast plain in front of me throwing the vegitation and even hurling large boulders. A stream was drawn into the spiral and the pebbles of the creek bed strewn like the ammo of a thousand slingshots. The wind screemed its disapproval, yet I stood fast, and when the wind had blown itself out I stood, and though the way was clear, it was no better or worse than the way before. So I walked on.
..... At the far end of the clearing I met a little girl, gorgious and angelic. She talked to me about her dreams and ambitions, I tried to warn her about the pitfalls that might lie ahead, then an evil witch swooped from the clouds and wisked her away mid-sentance, and we had barely enough to cry out "I love you!" before the witch was gone with my baby, and all that ws left behind was the ghost of her black cat (Gizmo) and the memory of a little girl that was growing before my very eyes.
....Me and the cat walked on a little further and I heard a chorus of the parish of the damned, sweet in words and tune, no, not sweet .... cool. They sang "We party all night, we sleep all day, we'll never grow old, and we'll never die". I ran with them because I was lonely. They liked my cat. But as I ran with them down a road that took me ever further from my path I noticed the cracks in their faces, and the emptiness of their devoured souls, their forgotten (sacrificed) dreams, their hollow friendships. I fled, yet they chased (actually they clung to me, and I refused to let go my hands having a.... and bit and gnarled with their sucking fangs, 'till scars so deep were left in my face and on my arms.
Still my ghost cat led and we found the path I had come from. Though worse for the wear, with the din of thier evil chorus fading in my ears; yet the song remained wrote as an itch, under my skin, in places red with rash.
..... We were walking and the grade was steeper downward behind me voices and wind hissed in the distance ever fainter, the mist and brush clearing to a large bay, the path more steep and rockier, the footing less stable yet with renewed vigor my footing stayed sure as I climbed the jacob's ladder back and forth down the steep side of the cliff.
Finally I got to the bottom of the hill where waves crashed on the beach and gulls sang. There sat a pier. And a sloop, and she was named Liberty.

MaggiesWishes 60F

6/7/2006 4:44 am

Well done. Enjoyed the read.

warm wishes 2ya


rm_marnisway 85F
5018 posts
6/7/2006 12:08 pm

Some run through life....and some walk.

Marni
smiles..s

x

Nothing is ever the same... when it comes to pleasures.

with a hint....the erotic senses will manifest into an abounding mess of flesh

the mind needs fulfillment of the body

if it feels good ...it is good

I've done it again...*S*


PrincessKarma 43F
6188 posts
6/7/2006 12:12 pm

And from across the bay a friend watched your progress and wished you well...

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


rm_sharksnsails 46M
738 posts
6/8/2006 6:49 pm

Well the last comment I wrote to yall didn't post so here it is agiain.....

Maggie: welcome and HI! and thank you for the compliment, I use my blog as sort of a clearinghouse for my feelings. I would write even if nobody came by, but to have someone say "cool" is nice too. Why not write your own story of your own life, or something like that, honestly I have only read a couple of your blog enteries, but I'll read more on down the line.

Dys, check out gwenivere by crosby stills nash and young, that song totally reminds me of you.

Marni, yes, those who run get to the finish sooner, I don't mind to stop and smell the roses. walk , hell ya could call what I do an amble. I have done some of that running stuff, it's for some, but for me I am a corona attitude with budwiser tastes. (actually smirnoff with a jolly rancher, or just a streight long island ice tea suits me fine). lol

PK always my best darlin, hope things are going well for you, Im over to your blog now to check on the work situation.... warmly, v\\very warm aloha......

sharks


rm_sharksnsails 46M
738 posts
6/10/2006 5:29 pm

HEY SHY!!!!
It's great to see you dropped by, Thank you so much for the compliment. Nowadays I fancy myself a scifi writer. I think one of the blessings of blogging is the excellent and positive feedback from the bloggies and the support one feels in good times and bad. Learning is definately the other treasure from blogging (though it appears I will never really learn to spell properly. LOL

Love and peace,
sharks


chocolatcreme 104F
766 posts
6/10/2006 9:03 pm

Internal struggle to reach freedom.
Beautifully written. Thought provoking.


rm_sharksnsails 46M
738 posts
6/11/2006 3:13 am

CC: Thank you very much, though not literal the forces in this story do represent the real people in my life (external forces), the ex wife, my mom and dad, the soldier represents the U.S. government that mean well, but are misguided and traveling a road that will ultimatly lead to a dead end. By allowing our representives to exert our energies in unwanted and unprofitable efforts that are assure failure by design, not just the war for oil, but the anti-gay legislation, and prohibition laws against marijauna. The soldier also represented the drive in me to comply with society's expectiations of me, to conform, to "be a good young man and obey"... down that road leads a sort of death for me. Anyway, thanks for droppin by.... I am on to writing sci-fi now (as a means to examine myself).

Bon soir.
aaron


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