OH THE WIND AND RAIN

It gets me every time. It causes my heart to swell. It wants to burst with beauty. What is it about the rain? I am not sure exactly, I think it makes me think of snuggling up with someone who loves the rain and the snugs just as well. The soft sounds. The warm caress. The touch of the lips. Oh how I love rainy days. They are magical to me as are quite a few things in this life. Yes I believe in magic, not the pull the rabbit out of hat kind, but the serendipitous type. The magic that makes you smile. Makes you laugh, and makes your eyes well up with tears for occasionally the world can be so beautiful that you just can't take it anymore. You have to release your own rain. Let it rain down upon me. Today I can feel the magic. I can see it even. It glows and shines bright, but you have to allow your self to see it. It's like an aura of things. A little spark or a glimmer in the dark. If you can open your eyes wide enough to see it, get ready. It's sometimes overwhelming, so let it flow through you. Allow it to lift your spirits to the highest heights, and when you get to the big puddle, jump in. It's only the excess flow of magic that has collected on the ground. Take a sip, and let yourself slip away...

An oldie, but a goodie.

HELLO, ARE YOU MY LIGHT?

If you read this, which I am sure you probably do not, but just in case, then you would have seen a few posts ago that I am looking for a light that shines. If you don't read this, I mean, why would you? then leave the site, immediately. Anywho, the other day I found a spark. Actually, at first I was blinded with inebriation at that one party where I awoke in my car, but hey at least I was IN the car. I awoke the next morning to remember that there was a definite encounter. A sly fox had led me by the hand to somewhere, and I knew I had a most titilating conversation with her.

Who was she?

What did we speak of?

It eludes me, all day. Suddenly, a flash. Brown hair! Actually I believe I knew this all along. How on earth would I find this spark that I most certainly saw in the dark. Investigate. That's how. I could not return to the scene of the incident for I could not remember where it was. I did have some background on the girl though, I think I know where she works. That's the ticket, show up and see if a brunette recognizes you.

Slowly I climbed the stairs, first the top of the head, the forehead, the eyes, and what a pretty face, could this be her? Is this soulful vixen the very one I seek?
She looks right through me, guess not.

"Hello sir, how are you? Table for one?" she softly says. "Just the bar" I mutter, most definitely not her, I mean surely she would have remembered me. I slink into my seat and order up something cold and wet. I sniff around a bit, looking for the bronze beauty I may have well created in my head. Nowhere to be found. I sit back and try to reach the drunken depths of my cerebellum. Still nothing.

Such an elusive one, perhaps that's why it's so titillating.

Ah yes, there's that degenerate JohnWayne. Maybe he'll have the 411.
Who is she?

She's right up front. She walked you in.

Stunned I see her again, and something goes off in my head. "That is her!" I think to myself. Wow, I am amazed. Such a pretty girl, such a gregarious smile. Why did she not remember me? Did I make a terrible impression? Did she recall me and just not want to go any further in conversation? Hmmmm...

I sit.

Pretty soon she comes and sits at the bar when she's off with a friend. I remember him too. Perhaps they're lovers.
He sees me and invites me to join them. I walk over. I speak directly to her.

"Didn't I meet you yesterday?"

"Oh yes!, That IS you! Sorry I was drunk, and you looked familiar, but I wasn't sure."

"Not a problem, I myself was rather intoxicated and was not sure if it was you either."

Later that evening, we sit alone at the bar.

I ask if I can call her.

"Anytime" she says...

ALLIE dog COOK 1996-2009

The one known to many as a good girl, a bad girl, a slippy girl, but always a faithful girl has left us and gone to dog heaven. She was my best friend, my most trusted confidant, and truly my life's greatest love. It's as if an era has ended. Things are definitely different now. When I walk through the door, I still look for the wagging tail, the sleepy eyes, and the softest ears I have ever had the pleasure of kissing.

Many knew her, and most loved her. She and I had some great adventures, and she will always be remembered by the many who got the chance to meet, hang out with, and pet her. She changed my definition of the word "she" as she always had my heart and her love was never ceasing. Although it's a cliche, she was my best friend, and the one I looked to most in times of trouble, sadness, and always when I was my most happiest. I love this girl with all my heart, and that love will never fade. Still as I think of her, I get a little misty. She was my girl. Although I can no longer seek her counsel, I know she is still with me in spirit. She will always live in my heart, as well as many others.

She passed peacefully with me stroking her precious little head. She was strong til the end, and if you knew her, you would expect nothing less. My friends, it is just me now, and I miss her terribly. I know she is in a better place chasing squirrels and making others smile wherever she is. Please raise a glass and remember the Allie dog if it suits you. Thank you.

To quote a good friend, "She's the only bitch that loved you as much as you loved her."

Rest in peace my love, you were always on my mind.

-Dave

THERE ARE FADED LIGHTS AND LIGHTS THAT FADE

However, I look for a light that shines. It bursts with color, it is color. It's the very essence of the spellbinding aura that I long for. I want it so much, it seems so close yet kind of improbable. Therein lies the predicament. The only thing you can really do, is keep your eyes as open as you possibly can, and when you see the spark, follow the glimmer into the dark...

WHO IS CHARLOTTE MITTNACHT, AND WHERE CAN I FIND HER?

I FOUND MY MUSIC

I love all types of music, and am always listening to my eclectic mess that I own, but today I couldn't find the right fit. I wanted something gritty and beautiful for a good friend reminded me that's pretty much how life is. I had a thought, the song I thought could do it, could do it, and let me tell you, it doesn't get any more pretty, and gritty as this. Ladies and Gentlemen may I present, my song for today, and today was a strange one.

"Everything Is" by Neutral Milk Hotel

Growing sleepy as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again

I'm not afraid of a love parade in my daydream
Old men with kazoos and beating drums
But I awake and I see the streets are ice cream
It's just you and me and oh dear, our life has just begun

Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading

Oh beautiful smiles, won't you stay awhile
We could close the door and sleep all day
It's a September sky with pretty pictures in my mind
That's lost its feeling of so afraid

Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading

Grown sleepy now as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again

Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading


The true beauty of this song is to listen to it's crunchy loud grit, sung with sentiment and those super sweet lyrics. Call me if you want a private listening.

ITCHY & SCRATCHY

I guess that's the game, maybe that's always the game. Whatever it is - I like it. This is fun. It's the kind of thing that makes me better. I must consider it all. How could I not? Things can certainly turn on a dime, and while the turn may have been a shocking one, the road remains easy, calm and straight ahead. Is it really possible to have created this thing? I do believe I create my own destiny, so there's my answer. Somedays you just have to go with it, and it let it flow through you. Is it mere coincidence that the very day I bought those brand new shoes, the slinky one oozed a little more out of her shell? It is like the new green adidas that I am so taken with. Please, allow me to explain.

One sunny day you take yourself out. You feel good. Everything is pleasant. There's a want, a need and a desire. I need some new pants, I want some new shoes, and desire something that has the most effervescent sparkle. Long, beautiful story, it was a time when I had it all. It's really an amazing feeling to have your needs, wants, and desires all met on the same day. It's slightly overwhelming, but that's the stuff. When it gets to be too much, just breathe. Exhales almost consistently retain some sort of acceptance.

The funny thing is that in all "normal" circumstances, I would be considered the cat and the mouse be the slinky one. Can slinky befit a mouse more than a cat? Hell no. It comes to me now that I knew this would be the case all along and it's what I wanted. It's working. It's amazing. Chasing this felonic friend will undoubtedly be exciting and fun. All things being equal, I guess that I am Itchy. I always knew I liked that furry little rodent, and I think Scratchy likes it too.

SPLENDID SERENDIPITY

I am absolutely amazed at what has taken place in the last two weeks. It keeps getting better every hour we spend together. Talk. Yes, talk! It's the best thing about it all. I feel like we could talk and talk forever. I think we talked until we passed out just last night. The talk is the truth. It is so real, so refreshing, so unfiltered, and instantly intoxicating. The beauty is in the pact that has brought us together. I can and do say anything to this woman. This is something I have always wanted. I thought it was seemingly impossible to find, for everyone has got their shit, their own agenda, and their own insecurities that usually prevent this kind of thing from happening.

It's all happening.

It is ALL happening!

This makes me giddy like a school girl.

Take my ever loving breath away. There's a rap on the door, a slight pause, and the slinky one appears. I wonder if she has got any inkling about how much she does sparkle? Lighting up a room doesn't cut it. Lighting up my life is more like it. Girl, you have got so much presence - everywhere we go you are the only one I can see. Small in stature maybe, but that is where the smallness ends. It does not define you. It's simply what you have to work with, and work it, you do.

Once again my face catches me smiling, beaming those gastronomic butterflies out into the world where they belong...

FOR THE EXPLORERS

I don’t know where sunbeams end, and moonbeams begin, it’s all a mystery. Like many things in life mysteries can often be explored, however you have to be willing to accept the findings when said mysteries are brought to the surface. This can be a tricky and difficult thing. I would rather know than always wonder though, so, there’s that. It just is. What is it? Well, not what I wanted it to be, but perhaps like Mick said, sometimes you get what you need. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the explorers that will delve in to the depths of the heart, for that’s the only way to go to really know. What can be said is that it’s nice to know, albeit knowing can sting a awful lot. So now I know, and I have made what I believe will be a fantastic friend. I suppose that’s what I ultimately wanted anyhow, however it would have been nice to have a taste for I am certain it’s sweeter than it appears. Oh well...

SMOKE EM' IF YOU GOT EM'

A rather slinky friend recently reminded me of something good. It's almost official, I think this may take. Yay.

I'M AMAZED

So that one, yes, that one! She is the bees knees. She's worth it. She's got it, and I have no idea what she'll do with it, but that's the fun part. At this point I can't do anything but just be honest with the lissome lady. Now she knows how I feel, and although I said I would not scare her, I just may have tugged the curtain a bit too far. Fuck it. That's the only way to do it. After all, we have a pact. As silly as it seems, it also masquerades as making perfect sense. Easy, breezy and beautiful. The lights on 6th made my jolly jump and jitter, and this feels so fresh, that I am not even sure who I want to be anymore. I mean she makes me think, and consider everything. I am fumbling with my words and I get weak in the knees when I am around her. She knows it too, and maybe that's the attraction for her. I don't know for sure, but I will keep on with the chase. She's so sinuous, I must. The best part of the whole thing is that I got the chance I thought I might not ever get. Just to have that chance, and go with it, is fabulous. Not as fabulous as her, but we'll just have to see about that.

THE BITCH, IS BACK.

There's only one. The only one. The one I desire. The one who smells so sweetly...
mostly. Ladies and gentlemen it is with great pleasure that I announce the festivities for the one someone calls the slip. Allie dog® only turns 13 once, or perhaps twice, but, there's only one party, and it's coming to your town.

SLINKY

slinky |ˈsli ng kē|
adjective ( slinkier , slinkiest ) informal
graceful and sinuous in movement, line, or figure : a slinky black evening dress.

This one, the one with the curls that makes me surly. Yes, that one. With this kitten I am smitten. The gracefulness in her movements is razor sharp. Those eyes are grey; or green I think. It's the nuance that has got to me. The posture, the gestures, the way she leans back on a sidewalk bench. She's very felonic, if you will ( feline + tonic ). The gaze is long, drawn out and very deep. She speaks with a softness that is the perfect containment of sweet yet strong. I am captivated by her smile. If she had any idea the power that held, surely she would destroy me, you'd have to. I bow to it. I would do many things. Naughty things. Devious things. Dangerous things... just to have it laid upon me. Although impaired at the time, I dare say that was one my favorite lip tickles I've had. In an instant, the world stood still. Time screeched to an almost absolute halt. Although she eluded my more than obvious invitations, I stayed in slow motion until the morning came. I awoke out of a most salubrious slumber a bit frazzzled for I had things that had to be done, but they had all slipped away. I want to go back there. The place where time stands on it's head, my heart sinks to the bottom, and the slinkiest thing I have laid a gaze upon is sitting right in front of me. Return to me...

OF PHARMACISTS, REALTORS, and NOTHING OF THE SORT


Sometimes you just need to speak up. YOu can watch, you can look and you can even stare if you wish, although I don't recommend it. It's like warming up I guess. Perhaps that's all I really need to do. It goes 1, 2, 3... and a bit of hanging around. You watch them swoop in, giggle, and head out back. You bide your time. There's one that could distract, but turns out, she's the one that's distracted, or wants to be anyhow. Get up, walk outside, it just might work.

Great, it's packed, well, scope it out. You never know who else is lurking. Oh yes, that's the one, but who's this impostor? Wait, am I the impostor? Move, quick. This will do, the corner of the patio round the tree. Ever closer to the one that's caught my eye. Who is this siren? What's her story, where is she from?

Quiet now, just listen, there's something sweet in the air...

Slowly, it begins to take place. Take it down a bit. Relax, it's the same old song, however it sounds like a chord I haven't heard before. Well... hello there. What a wonderful thing. That has got to be the most gregarious grin I have had the pleasure of being shined upon. Oh so small, but actually that's the not the case at all. There is something about this one. In truth, it's a bit overwhelming. It's not often that the softness makes me flutter, but this one has got me snafu'd. Take a breath, soak it up, and let it flow. There is a spark in the dark.

It's got me moonstruck, plagued even. The girl has got to be a bad ass, in fact I know she is. The enchantress is cool one, so mind your p's and q's. Play your cards right, whatever that means. Whatever it means, I am on it. I see it, I want it, I need it, I have to have it. If she could only see. I will show her, not in the usual way, but in a new different one, not the sort I am accustomed to at all. That spark is glowing bright, and looks like it just might burn me well, and that, is the most thrilling component yet.
To be continued...

GUARANTEED
by Eddie Vedder

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO REALLY KNEW ME AT ALL



Even when you were just one year old, there was magic, somewhere in the air...

WHAT IS IT ABOUT TUESDAY?


I have always thought of tuesday as brown. Light brown to be exact. I'm not really sure why but I tend to associate different days of the week with certain colors that sort of vary but are rather constant. They're a bit older, more of that nostalgia I suppose. Not like the Hannah Barbera ink, but rather the briar rabbit book I had in the late seventies. You probably had to be there. At this point I almost feel compelled to give you the rest of the days, and I know you want to hear about them anyhow, so here we go. Wednesday is kind of a salmonish orange, thursday faded kelly green, Friday is obviously black, saturday is a fiery kind of red, sunday a nice mahogany brown, and monday white with a rose hue. I'm not for sure but, it seems these colors have been the same my whole life, at least as much as I remember at least. I have not delved too far into the abyss of my mind as of late to be able to explain why I do this, or how it effects my life. It must have some effect however, and maybe I should listen to that a little more, it seems natural to me. I think I just might. It's the early stages of that mellow green, I think I'll start there.

IT'S SO COLD AND SHE'S SO WARM

She's great, it's great. It was what I have been missing I think. It's that one, you know the one. The silly one, the sweet one, the sexy one, the shy one. That girl has definitely got me. I think she gets it, and she may just like it. It's a lesson I believe. An exercise in patience, and I may have failed the quiz. It's cool, I forgot to study, I was too excited yesterday. it's all her fault anyway. She knows, that I know that she knows that I write this in the hopes that she'll read it, but it's a farce. She's not reading it, and do I even want her to? Yes, that's why I am writing this. What's that thing called that she's got? That thing that has me, consumes me, and makes silly thoughts pass through my head. Oh, the girl is growing up though. It's good to see, and it's always nice to see the lovely thing being more of the extraordinary person I know she will be. I wonder at times if she is how I think she may be, or if perhaps she's just like me. I hope it's the latter, I have a sneaker, but she's a wiggly little worm, and do you really ever know? I do and she best figure it out soon, or I'm just going to have to wait longer...

GOIN DOWN THE ROAD FEELIN' BAD

If you've ever read this blog before, then you know, the title in which lies this post is how the bus has been rollin along for a little while. However, I am feeling much more like me as of late. I guess I grew up a bit. No, I know I did. That being stated so openly, I guess it's safe to say I am feeling better about my life in general. Now feeling good, can be a tricky thing, for when feeling good, some might get scared that those other feelings of doubt and hopelessness are just around the corner. Well I say, hey ho, let's go. I have decided in my life that the best thing you can do is take those feelings, feel em', and then, fucking let their dumb asses go. That shit will eat your ever loving heart out.
Maybe today I feel good. I think really though, it's about confidence. When I am feeling confident, I don't sweat the small stuff, and when you are exuding an air of confidence, people definitely sit up and take notice. So today, tomorrow, and the next day for sure, I am ready to roll, if you're down for it, then come along. If you're not, shut the fuck up, get the fuck out, I ain't got time for your bullshit.

"WELL, HOW DID I GET HERE?"

A good line to a great song, and the question that is ringing in my ears...