Victory never seemed to be mine to have, and it always seemed to belong, and come to other men. It felt at times that my feats always had no history recording pen, and never happened. My years were spent like fool’s gold, feeling like they were my last. I...
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Shotgun011
Over 90 days ago
United States
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Making my way through this Spanish mall, and passing through the square near the El Open Arms here in Malaga, and finding myself walking through a place where I have been once before years ago. And finding a place where I can have a draught of coffee and...
Finding myself heading out again down old Highway 61 after having heard it call once again, and going where it is directing me to go as I have done in the past and this time I am not heading down it alone. Following it as it runs through those fields that...
Timeline
An Entertainment1, 2, 3, Oh Yeah! All Right!, 5,6,7,8,- Sitting here flashbacking to the summer of ’72 when Nixon went for a second term, but we really didn’t think about that and tried to just tried to hang out and do our own thing, Hanging around outside on a beautiful...
Arc Light
Originally I believe titled Old SoulsIt seems as though there have been times in this Vale of Tears, as though I have traveled across both the universe and through the years, with there having been times too that going all the way was just the start. And sometimes when half asleep I hear a v...
Sitting out here as a million stars circle the Earth high above my head, as I slowly drift back in memory to all of those things that happened and that were said then, and turning my attention to the pain that I have always denied yet knowing it still lin...
Poets of The Fall 4: A Roar Of Silence
This was in a response to a situation I was in at the timeThe dark grey light of the false dawn finds me standing in the doorway at the break of a rain scented day, and in the dark light it seems as if I am reviewing events that have taken place and directed some of my actions lately. By those who feel that they...
Carnivale
Deals with an event that took place and the circus it becamePostcards have been made of the circus and it’s parade that was recently in town and are being sold on the streets, which I observed with the girl from the north country fair on the balcony at the turning of twilight as the stars turned red, and we both l...
Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out I let all of the good and bad guys I...
Forever Autumn: Haunted by Sunset River Shadows
I guess you could call this the end of the La Union saga, which all took place in a nameless bar.Moving forward, as I cross the river heading down this winding road to that place beyond the pecan groves. Passing bare trees and barren fields, which has me think of Fall and the events that took place there one winter’s night, and knowing that the Fall...
Event Horizon
The Fourth Part to The La Union SagaFinding myself standing outside early one hot August evening in the middle of a heat wave, and being able to feel and see the heat rising in the still motionless air, as all the leaves droop and hang down. Looking to the far horizon and seeing that summer...
Naturalis
A Third Part to The La Union SagaSitting here once again at my favoured corner table with my back to the wall, and knowing that closing time is soon approaching and I should be leaving this place soon. Yet, I am comfortable and at ease knowing that part of the current nightmarish situati...
Frozen River
Part Two of the La Union SagaThere are bars and saloons where the jukeboxes play the blues long into the night, as a peasant sits at the end of the bar crying in his glass of that pessimist wine that the autumn has eyes for. And I am sitting here at the bar with a madman, who’s telli...
Making my way down this trail that follows the shoreline as I feel the rain in my face and catch a scent of snow in the air,- I seem to hear the ghostly strains of a violin and cello being played in a slow haunting style that has my mind drift back. To th...
Sitting here one morning here in the “great white North”, as the temperature falls and hovers right above zero. As I think about an email slideshow I have gotten from an old friend who is back in the heat and blue skies of Southwest Texas,-Where the warm...