When I walked on the tennis court for what turned out to be the last mahut of the first Isner Cup, I was weirdly optimistic about my chances to delay the inevitable end of the match. Keck had played brilliantly over the previous three months to find himself up 69-31 and after ten mahuts he was one game away from reaching the iconic 70, which would finally secure him the first match utilizing the Isner Scoring Method (ISM). After an extended warm-up, I spun the racquet to determine who would serve the first game. Keck, with a grin, confidently called up. When I looked at the butt of the racquet the Dunlop logo was clearly down and I felt like I had the early momentum. "Here comes the beast!" he said, "Your serve. Uh oh, could be your day." His condescending tone irritated me and I felt rage toward the man who, deep down, I knew would hold up the first Isner Cup later that evening.
After a few practice serves and token stretching motions, I signaled the beginning of the eleventh mahut of the isner match by raising a tennis ball in the air with my pitch hand and making eye contact with my opponent. Keck was bouncing around with light feet and his racquet was spinning in his hands. He nodded, "Mahut!", he bellowed. He wore a sky blue bandana like a crown and he was perfectly outfitted for the occasion, always preferring the most modern athletic fabrics. With the toes of my left foot, I took my spot and with a single sweeping motion, lowered the ball, took my racquet behind my back, tossed a spinless ball high in the air, arched my back, bent my legs, and exploded into my first serve. I had decided to start with a flat fastball and possibly catch Keck off guard and bouncing, waiting for the more routine topspin first serve. I plastered one down the mid line and he lunged for it after hesitating the other way. His racquet nicked it, but the fence rang loudly behind him. I was running toward the net and abruptly stopped, turned around, and walked back to the baseline. "15-love", I shouted as I positioned myself for the next service point. After a couple of bounces of the ball, I hit another nice serve. This time high and arcing with a left kick due to the topspin and follow through. Keck adjusted and made good contact with the ball with an inside out cross court forehand. I lunged to my left as I rushed the net and as the ball hit my backhand volley I absorbed the pace and dropped a dead shot just over the net. Keck stood behind his baseline without taking a step forward, "The master of the net. Like McEnroe." he said. "This could be your night. Too bad I only need a game, “he continued. I glared at him. "30-love", I said slowly with extra articulation.
As I was lining up to serve the next point something caught my eye. A pink ball was rolling across our court with a middle-teen age girl following behind. Not running, but walking fast. In obvious embarrassment and inadequacy. "I'm so sorry", she quietly muttered as she chased the ball. Hiding my irritation, I smiled pleasantly and assured her it was no problem. "Go ahead and get it", I said and she finally began running and picked the ball up. She went back to her court after another apology and I once again shouted out the score to Keck. I tossed the ball high and hit another solid shot that went in but nicked the net for a let, take two. My second first serve was swallowed by the net as I went for another flat heater. Keck hit my second serve at a severe cross court angle for a winner. "Why would someone play with pink balls?" I thought.
Keck won the next three points with laser beams and footwork, moving me all over the court in desperate reaches and loss of breath. I admired his play, though he would never know of my admiration. He was certainly worthy of the first Isner Cup. Consistent, thoughtful, and executed play. Never used a roddick; showed up mahut after mahut. The toughest loss he took was a 5-5 mahut, the same mahut I had my finest moment. My family applauded me that night. I kept the odor filled shirt on until my bedtime shower. Yes, Keck was worthy of the Isner Cup, and gracious in victory. I believe he felt sorry for me, which enraged me further. I didn't understand that about Keck. Perhaps I never will. Look who has the title. A true champion. "Wanna play the full mahut?" he asked after we shook hands at the net and downed some water. "The final mahut ends with the first to hit seventy." I said with breath-less mumble, and added, "You see, a mahut cannot be strictly defined as a 10 games, due to the final mahut having the possibility of going less than 10 games. Let's play a regular match, two out of three sets and then go get some beers."
9/25/10
9/18/10
Nobody To Blame
ever get to the end of your rope?
what then?
nobody to run to.
nobody to blame.
don't want to read.
don't want to work.
don't want to talk.
don't want to sleep.
don't want to breathe.
don't want to eat.
don't want to love.
don't want to be loved.
don't want to write.
don't want to type.
don't want to lie.
don't want to cry.
don't want to drink.
don't want to think.
don't want to smoke.
don't want to joke.
don't want to bathe.
don't want to cave.
don't want to cook.
don't want to leave.
pray.
what then?
nobody to run to.
nobody to blame.
don't want to read.
don't want to work.
don't want to talk.
don't want to sleep.
don't want to breathe.
don't want to eat.
don't want to love.
don't want to be loved.
don't want to write.
don't want to type.
don't want to lie.
don't want to cry.
don't want to drink.
don't want to think.
don't want to smoke.
don't want to joke.
don't want to bathe.
don't want to cave.
don't want to cook.
don't want to leave.
pray.
9/15/10
Never So Cold
what's up with you
feel a rock in my shoe
what's up with ya'll
no need to crawl
if you knew my name
could i catch your train
once i knew a prince
he was always tense
playing dominos
under a flock of crows
thought she never knew
had a rock in my shoe
start up the truck
think my tires are stuck
windows disappear
while the women sneer
ooooh, ooooh, got a rock in my shoe
oh, no my soul was never so cold
ooooh, ooooh, got a rock in my shoe
oh, no my soul was never so cold
stand here next to me
ask me what i need
despite the hands i hold
our love won't corrode
mighty to save
give me the love i crave
you're the missing piece
saved me from the beast
we're spinning our wheels
begging for the deals
it's at our fingertips
on the edge of our lips
reach out to the truth
climb up on the roof
take it to the streets
wash the beggars feet
egamd7
ame
feel a rock in my shoe
what's up with ya'll
no need to crawl
if you knew my name
could i catch your train
once i knew a prince
he was always tense
playing dominos
under a flock of crows
thought she never knew
had a rock in my shoe
start up the truck
think my tires are stuck
windows disappear
while the women sneer
ooooh, ooooh, got a rock in my shoe
oh, no my soul was never so cold
ooooh, ooooh, got a rock in my shoe
oh, no my soul was never so cold
stand here next to me
ask me what i need
despite the hands i hold
our love won't corrode
mighty to save
give me the love i crave
you're the missing piece
saved me from the beast
we're spinning our wheels
begging for the deals
it's at our fingertips
on the edge of our lips
reach out to the truth
climb up on the roof
take it to the streets
wash the beggars feet
egamd7
ame
9/7/10
Moments
a moment of inspiration
who knows from where it came
gotta get this down
gotta get this down now
a moment of perspiration
from the tropical storm, i'm sure
a five setter in new york
the swiss are funny
a moment of inclination
better move when it comes
many people are inclined
to do nothing
a moment of flirtation
memories of those first glances
i still see them sometimes
and smile about our life
a moment of stagnation
why can't i move from this place
persevere and endure
other moments await
who knows from where it came
gotta get this down
gotta get this down now
a moment of perspiration
from the tropical storm, i'm sure
a five setter in new york
the swiss are funny
a moment of inclination
better move when it comes
many people are inclined
to do nothing
a moment of flirtation
memories of those first glances
i still see them sometimes
and smile about our life
a moment of stagnation
why can't i move from this place
persevere and endure
other moments await
9/4/10
Sparsile Out
had a chance last week to adopt some words.
many were available and they were on their best behavior.
hoping to make a good impression.
i'll be no trouble at all.
had to take a couple of days to decide which ones to take.
for it was assured that the adoptions would take place.
these words need love and the oxford university press.
was tired of them.
after much thought, i became the legal adoptor of the following words...
floscation, sparsile, leeftail, vitamin g, ectylotic, aquabib, heltic, tudiculate, prandicle, ten cent store, and fabrefaction.
when we got home, i searched for my new words in the webster's dictonary.
nothing.
on any of my adopted words.
i was asked if i meant hectic when i tried to find out what heltic meant.
after inital anger, and feeling betrayed by the english, again.
i walked outside to a very bright moon-lit night. clear.
and i felt that it was very sparsile out.
meaning refreshing or reinvogorating.
i'll determine the meanings of my words.
patience will allow me to find the right meanings.
aquabib sounds like a punk band name.
or the star of an infommercial.
very sparsile out tonight.
many were available and they were on their best behavior.
hoping to make a good impression.
i'll be no trouble at all.
had to take a couple of days to decide which ones to take.
for it was assured that the adoptions would take place.
these words need love and the oxford university press.
was tired of them.
after much thought, i became the legal adoptor of the following words...
floscation, sparsile, leeftail, vitamin g, ectylotic, aquabib, heltic, tudiculate, prandicle, ten cent store, and fabrefaction.
when we got home, i searched for my new words in the webster's dictonary.
nothing.
on any of my adopted words.
i was asked if i meant hectic when i tried to find out what heltic meant.
after inital anger, and feeling betrayed by the english, again.
i walked outside to a very bright moon-lit night. clear.
and i felt that it was very sparsile out.
meaning refreshing or reinvogorating.
i'll determine the meanings of my words.
patience will allow me to find the right meanings.
aquabib sounds like a punk band name.
or the star of an infommercial.
very sparsile out tonight.
Send This To 13 People
*received via email from ty weatherly....
Your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain.
Next to his dog tags.
He knows he may not see some of his.
Buddies again.
You walk down the beach.
Staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets.
Searching for insurgents and terrorists.
He's told he will be held over.
An extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and.
Set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is.
A letter from home.
You hug and kiss your.
Girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and.
Smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and.
Wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government.
And say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent.
tortured and killed by their own people
And remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the.
War, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs.
And screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media.
Wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around.
Him.
You are asked to do some thing.
By your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even.
If it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home.
Sleep,and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed.
With down pillows,and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars.
And helicopters all night long.
If you support your troops.
Send this to 13 people.
e7am
d7
Your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain.
Next to his dog tags.
He knows he may not see some of his.
Buddies again.
You walk down the beach.
Staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets.
Searching for insurgents and terrorists.
He's told he will be held over.
An extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and.
Set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is.
A letter from home.
You hug and kiss your.
Girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and.
Smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and.
Wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government.
And say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent.
tortured and killed by their own people
And remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the.
War, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs.
And screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media.
Wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around.
Him.
You are asked to do some thing.
By your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even.
If it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home.
Sleep,and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed.
With down pillows,and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars.
And helicopters all night long.
If you support your troops.
Send this to 13 people.
e7am
d7
8/22/10
We Still Got Trees
fighting through the jungle i see thorns and sticks and weeds
hacking every stump i cross, running from my own misdeeds
we torched his evil garden and we created paradise
we said that nothing mattered, indulge in it's delights
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
happy days, they come and then the blues come falling down
we can't have what we want, and we want it right now
look at that money man, posing like a king
if the mask came off that man, he'd be shaking in his sleep
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
what if you had to watch your life go up in flames
would you run back in the place to save the sinners and the saints
cause you can take the easy way and live a fruitful life
or you can take the dirty way and die broke and lean and tired
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
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ae
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ae
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a
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hacking every stump i cross, running from my own misdeeds
we torched his evil garden and we created paradise
we said that nothing mattered, indulge in it's delights
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
happy days, they come and then the blues come falling down
we can't have what we want, and we want it right now
look at that money man, posing like a king
if the mask came off that man, he'd be shaking in his sleep
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
what if you had to watch your life go up in flames
would you run back in the place to save the sinners and the saints
cause you can take the easy way and live a fruitful life
or you can take the dirty way and die broke and lean and tired
but we still got trees
have some empathy
want to fall to my knees and plead
e
ae
e
ae
b7
a
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8/16/10
Terminal Love
the house is empty, started thinking 'bout
what if you went away
i'll face the sin i taste, i'll do my best to rearrange
my heart's true desires
throw out the welcome mat, catch you where your at
you'll never be the same
trust what was truly said, watched as my brothers bled
their hearts spilled on the floor
the books are empty, they don't take you anywhere
don't stop to realize
harsh winds of heat and ice cover the land
the shaking seas loom
turn to the front and look upward, it's in the stars
they've scattered about
talk of it, what you know, what you've seen
terminal love
terminal love
terminal love
terminal love
gcdc
what if you went away
i'll face the sin i taste, i'll do my best to rearrange
my heart's true desires
throw out the welcome mat, catch you where your at
you'll never be the same
trust what was truly said, watched as my brothers bled
their hearts spilled on the floor
the books are empty, they don't take you anywhere
don't stop to realize
harsh winds of heat and ice cover the land
the shaking seas loom
turn to the front and look upward, it's in the stars
they've scattered about
talk of it, what you know, what you've seen
terminal love
terminal love
terminal love
terminal love
gcdc
8/14/10
The Doom For The Dumb
hardly a day goes by
that laughter does not win
the irony is too real
or, perhaps, not real
in late summer heat
we all boil a little
tolerance of much
becomes hard to tolerate
the paved hill was steep
we walked, balancing
a book i read the other day
claimed balance as another sense
we took the easy way out
frustrations left to thumbs
preoccupied and restless
the doom for the dumb
that laughter does not win
the irony is too real
or, perhaps, not real
in late summer heat
we all boil a little
tolerance of much
becomes hard to tolerate
the paved hill was steep
we walked, balancing
a book i read the other day
claimed balance as another sense
we took the easy way out
frustrations left to thumbs
preoccupied and restless
the doom for the dumb
8/7/10
Bruise On My Side
who ya gonna break up
who ya gonna shake up
can't you make your mind up
i'm working for the man
everything is stone cold
knew it when i got told
i'm just thinking oh no
what'll i do now
closed my eyes and asked Him
what He thinks about my plan
said look at your life man
you got no reason to whine
finally slept at 3am
under a ceiling fan
i'm paid up on the rent
got a bruise on my side
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a
e
ade
who ya gonna shake up
can't you make your mind up
i'm working for the man
everything is stone cold
knew it when i got told
i'm just thinking oh no
what'll i do now
closed my eyes and asked Him
what He thinks about my plan
said look at your life man
you got no reason to whine
finally slept at 3am
under a ceiling fan
i'm paid up on the rent
got a bruise on my side
e
a
e
ade
Texico (Draft): The Texico Papers
There are many founding documents that are important to the Texico balance of individual liberty and governmental controls. Mainly, these guiding documents are meant to encourage economic success for the citizens of Texico while maintaining the international relationships critical for relative world-wide peace. The most important and enduring document is The Texico Papers. Penned in 2013 by L. Dean Fitzgerald and Elias T. Woods, it's adoption and protection laid the foundation for the rapid rise of Texico's revolutionary economic and social cultures.
The Texico Papers
dated july 4th, 2013
1. Land Ownership. The owner of any real estate has sole desicion-making over what is lawfully produced on or from the land or any structure fixed to the land.
2. Federal Taxes. The Texico federal government is entitled to 1% of all private revenue.
3. Defense. The Texico federal government will maintain a comprehensive elite force to proactively protect country and interests. This is solely the responsibility of the Executive Branch.
4. Private Business. Is actively encouraged.
5. Estados. The Estados of Brazos, Trinity, Galveston, Pecos, Ogallala, Lousiana, Delta, Yucatan, Chihuahua, Baja, Tabasco, Veracruz, and Mexico are the governing entities. The elected Senador of the estado maintains sufficient staff to enforce criminal law. Senadors are elected by popular vote every 6 years for a maximum of one term. In addition, the offices of President, Vice President, and Attorney General of Texico are determined by the popular vote of each Senador, every 3 years, for a maximum of two terms. The Secretarys of Defense, Truth, and State will be appointed by the President. Texico shall always have an odd number of estados to prevent ties.
6. The Truth of the Apostle's Creed. True until proven wrong.
7. Branches of Federal Government. The two established branches of the Federal Government are the Executive Branch and the Judicial Branch. Pure democracy in the form of popular vote will determine all legislative decisions including, but not limited to, passing laws, reversing laws, approving budgets, approving judicial nominees, and impeachment. Legislative voting will occur twice a year for a period of 48 hours each season. Early spring, early fall. The Executive Branch includes the offices of President, Vice President, Secretary of Defense, Secretary of State, Attorney General, and Secretary of Truth. Primary functions are promoting economic success for Texico and it's citizens, leading an efficient and elite military, appointing judges, budgeting national revenue, national sports teams, and enforcement of laws. Budget is 1% of all private revenue. The are 3 levels of Judges for federal matters, all appointed by the President of Texico and approved by a popular vote of the citizens of Texico. The first level are Arbitrars, the second level are Magistrates, and the final level is a 5-Judge Forum. All judges are eligible to serve for 12 total years and any judge may be impeached by a 2/3 popular vote of the citizens of Texico.
8. Voting. All voting is done in via the internet and the lone shared responsibily of the Executive and Judicial branches is to establish an all-inclusive, secure, voting process.
9. Personal Protection. The right to responsibly own a gun is undeniable and everlasting.
10. Sports. Texico will maintain an active and competitive national sports program aligned with current Olympic sports events.
The Texico Papers
dated july 4th, 2013
1. Land Ownership. The owner of any real estate has sole desicion-making over what is lawfully produced on or from the land or any structure fixed to the land.
2. Federal Taxes. The Texico federal government is entitled to 1% of all private revenue.
3. Defense. The Texico federal government will maintain a comprehensive elite force to proactively protect country and interests. This is solely the responsibility of the Executive Branch.
4. Private Business. Is actively encouraged.
5. Estados. The Estados of Brazos, Trinity, Galveston, Pecos, Ogallala, Lousiana, Delta, Yucatan, Chihuahua, Baja, Tabasco, Veracruz, and Mexico are the governing entities. The elected Senador of the estado maintains sufficient staff to enforce criminal law. Senadors are elected by popular vote every 6 years for a maximum of one term. In addition, the offices of President, Vice President, and Attorney General of Texico are determined by the popular vote of each Senador, every 3 years, for a maximum of two terms. The Secretarys of Defense, Truth, and State will be appointed by the President. Texico shall always have an odd number of estados to prevent ties.
6. The Truth of the Apostle's Creed. True until proven wrong.
7. Branches of Federal Government. The two established branches of the Federal Government are the Executive Branch and the Judicial Branch. Pure democracy in the form of popular vote will determine all legislative decisions including, but not limited to, passing laws, reversing laws, approving budgets, approving judicial nominees, and impeachment. Legislative voting will occur twice a year for a period of 48 hours each season. Early spring, early fall. The Executive Branch includes the offices of President, Vice President, Secretary of Defense, Secretary of State, Attorney General, and Secretary of Truth. Primary functions are promoting economic success for Texico and it's citizens, leading an efficient and elite military, appointing judges, budgeting national revenue, national sports teams, and enforcement of laws. Budget is 1% of all private revenue. The are 3 levels of Judges for federal matters, all appointed by the President of Texico and approved by a popular vote of the citizens of Texico. The first level are Arbitrars, the second level are Magistrates, and the final level is a 5-Judge Forum. All judges are eligible to serve for 12 total years and any judge may be impeached by a 2/3 popular vote of the citizens of Texico.
8. Voting. All voting is done in via the internet and the lone shared responsibily of the Executive and Judicial branches is to establish an all-inclusive, secure, voting process.
9. Personal Protection. The right to responsibly own a gun is undeniable and everlasting.
10. Sports. Texico will maintain an active and competitive national sports program aligned with current Olympic sports events.
8/5/10
Got The Word Blues
so much has already been said
understood what you wanted
then i dropped the stupid game
discussions of hope on the bridge
always'll wonder 'bout what it was
just don't know what it was
i think i'm out of words
i might be out of words
i can't find the words, the words aren't coming
but my mind has already exploded
finding visions to talk about
thought we'd always smirk at each other
see the future in a looking glass
the future will be there waiting
it's what petty said about waiting
i'm looking for the words
i'm listening for the words
i think i hear the words, the words just keep a'coming
d7
a7
d7
a7
d7g
d7g
a7
d7
a7gd7
understood what you wanted
then i dropped the stupid game
discussions of hope on the bridge
always'll wonder 'bout what it was
just don't know what it was
i think i'm out of words
i might be out of words
i can't find the words, the words aren't coming
but my mind has already exploded
finding visions to talk about
thought we'd always smirk at each other
see the future in a looking glass
the future will be there waiting
it's what petty said about waiting
i'm looking for the words
i'm listening for the words
i think i hear the words, the words just keep a'coming
d7
a7
d7
a7
d7g
d7g
a7
d7
a7gd7
8/4/10
The Okie Sixty Nine
the water tower's falling down there's a castle over there.
in muskogee all the women color their hair.
go up miami way and you get lost in the trees.
got to pay two bucks for tore up bumpy street.
(chorus)
on the okie 69.
doing 85.
heading south from Big Cabin.
we're gonna cross the Red River tonight
every town you pass has tomotoes from the vine.
for sale in covered shacks adorned with a sign.
saw some corn 10 ears for 5 bucks.
someone wrote on a 18 wheeler, "God bless this truck."
chorus
plenty of Choctaw natives and a tribe of Cherokee.
still stand on the cliffs of rock and watch the enemy.
car lots, casinos, and business parks collide.
where speed zones and the trooper man reside.
chorus
chorus
out
capo 4
(verses)
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d7g
g
d7g
(chorus)
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g
d7c
d7g
in muskogee all the women color their hair.
go up miami way and you get lost in the trees.
got to pay two bucks for tore up bumpy street.
(chorus)
on the okie 69.
doing 85.
heading south from Big Cabin.
we're gonna cross the Red River tonight
every town you pass has tomotoes from the vine.
for sale in covered shacks adorned with a sign.
saw some corn 10 ears for 5 bucks.
someone wrote on a 18 wheeler, "God bless this truck."
chorus
plenty of Choctaw natives and a tribe of Cherokee.
still stand on the cliffs of rock and watch the enemy.
car lots, casinos, and business parks collide.
where speed zones and the trooper man reside.
chorus
chorus
out
capo 4
(verses)
g
d7g
g
d7g
(chorus)
c
g
d7c
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Isner Scoring Method (ISM)
To create the needed long suffering, serve intense, mind-bending tennis experience, I along with Jason Keck of Allen, Tx. developed the Isner Scoring Method (ISM). The match goes to whoever gets to 70 games, utilizing traditional deuce/advantage scoring to determine the winner of each game. It is played on a traditional tennis court, respecting the size, length, spacing, and height of the lines. The match can be played over days, weeks, months, years, or perhaps, a lifetime. Doesn't matter. What matters is John Isner, Nicolas Mahut, and the epic Wimbledon first round match they finally completed in the summer of 2010. To honor the beforementioned, but ultimately defeated Frenchman from the Parisian suburb town of Boulogne-Billancourt, each 10 game section of the match is referred to as a mahut. Serve is determined by a spin of a volunteer's racquet before each mahut. The other player indicates up or down. The winner serves. The loser gets to pick the side. This happens before every mahut. A mahut ending at 10-0 is called a moullette, the French word for skunk, again honoring Mahut with the inclusion of a French word. A change in sides happens after every odd game throughout the entire match. Each player is awarded two waivers of play (called roddicks) per match. A waiver of play allows the player to cancel a pre-scheduled meeting or call play before a mahut is complete. Injuries, unplanned (or planned) events, and weather qualify for waivers of play. Maintaining a log book is strongly encouraged (noting the general weather conditions, the score of each mahut, the combined Isner match score, and the physical and psychological state of each player). Water should be abundant and proactively shared. Warm ups for each meeting are limited to: 15 and can be reduced to any amount of time upon mutual agreement and may be skipped altogether. Each player should arrive for each meeting with two unbroken (strings included) racquets. Condition of the tennis balls is not monitored and each player is counted upon to deliver trustworthy line calling. There is no appeal process for line calls or scoring errors. The server is responsible for keeping score of each game. The first player to reach 70 (do not need to win by two) shall receive 2 bottles of cold English-made beer from the other player.
7/25/10
Pocketknife
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
swear on her life she'll make it right
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
wake her at night and see if i'm lying
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
em
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
swear on her life she'll make it right
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
wake her at night and see if i'm lying
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
my wife's got a pocketknife oh yeah
em
7/5/10
Saw Him One Time In El Paso
freedom as we know it is a funny funny thing
what we've done to liberty is an awful crying shame
if you looked jefferson in the eye and tried to explain
he'd ignore you with disgust and swear you were insane
young soldiers left on the battlefield dying in the sun
in the sixties they fought each other and no one really won
sent them east to march the jungles and save poor vietnam
left some bones in the desert just for the black gold men
fighting cowards, snakes, and bandits through italian hills
the killer of His people was tracked and hunted and killed
santa anna at san jacinto, after he burned the alamo
sent him back to mexico, but i saw him one time in el paso
freedom as we know it is a funny funny thing
what we've done to liberty is an awful crying shame
if you looked jefferson in the eye and tried to explain
he'd ignore you with disgust and swear you were insane
it all started when the horsemen yelled and we filled the bay with tea
bayonets and bullets on bunker hill and the brits were brought to their knees
took 'em again in 1812, while washington was still on fire
the pearl was found in the ground of a hundred pacific islands
fighting cowards, snakes, and bandits through italian hills
the killer of His people was tracked and hunted and killed
santa anna at san jacinto, after he burned the alamo
sent him back to mexico, but i saw him one time in el paso
amd
amd
gam
gamdam
what we've done to liberty is an awful crying shame
if you looked jefferson in the eye and tried to explain
he'd ignore you with disgust and swear you were insane
young soldiers left on the battlefield dying in the sun
in the sixties they fought each other and no one really won
sent them east to march the jungles and save poor vietnam
left some bones in the desert just for the black gold men
fighting cowards, snakes, and bandits through italian hills
the killer of His people was tracked and hunted and killed
santa anna at san jacinto, after he burned the alamo
sent him back to mexico, but i saw him one time in el paso
freedom as we know it is a funny funny thing
what we've done to liberty is an awful crying shame
if you looked jefferson in the eye and tried to explain
he'd ignore you with disgust and swear you were insane
it all started when the horsemen yelled and we filled the bay with tea
bayonets and bullets on bunker hill and the brits were brought to their knees
took 'em again in 1812, while washington was still on fire
the pearl was found in the ground of a hundred pacific islands
fighting cowards, snakes, and bandits through italian hills
the killer of His people was tracked and hunted and killed
santa anna at san jacinto, after he burned the alamo
sent him back to mexico, but i saw him one time in el paso
amd
amd
gam
gamdam
6/24/10
Don't Want To Brawl
remember all the things i told her
told her we had to give it a try
we can't let it get any colder
gonna be together all our life
i don't want to brawl with you
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better
cause heaven is all i think about
let go of the frenzied worry
worrying about some hollywood queen
trust me, this life ain't that boring
unless you let the devil box you in
i don't want to brawl with you honey
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better
cause heaven is all i think about
we've seen miracles born before our eyes
souls left for us to train
do you ever just look in the sky
and scream out His name
i don't want to brawl with you
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better girl
cause heaven is all i think about
aea
da
aea
eda
da
da
da
eda
told her we had to give it a try
we can't let it get any colder
gonna be together all our life
i don't want to brawl with you
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better
cause heaven is all i think about
let go of the frenzied worry
worrying about some hollywood queen
trust me, this life ain't that boring
unless you let the devil box you in
i don't want to brawl with you honey
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better
cause heaven is all i think about
we've seen miracles born before our eyes
souls left for us to train
do you ever just look in the sky
and scream out His name
i don't want to brawl with you
i just want to worship with you
i just want to love you better girl
cause heaven is all i think about
aea
da
aea
eda
da
da
da
eda
6/12/10
New York Elusive: Good Pie
"I sing fo' money. I'm no begga' man," the man hummed as he talked in long rambling sentences. He had shining, moving eyes that rarely met other eyes and he smilingly displayed teeth of many colors. He wore layers of clothes in June and smelled of several days. He had just boarded the subway on the final stop before our drop. My wife squeezed my hand tightly as we rode the subway between Union and 69th, heading back to our temporary upper east side home after desperately, and successfully, completing an authentic New York date. It was 2:00 a.m.; we were road weary and full on a midnight breakfast at L'Masho de Bucluer. Earlier, from the sidewalk patio, we drank coffee and heard nothing but the streets in between discussions of dreams coming true and the merits of extended travel. When the door of the subway slammed shut we were alone with the man and a sleeping, hooded figure slumped in the corner. Just riding and sleeping, I guessed. The man kept on, "Hows 'bout a sweet song for the lovely lady?". He seemed truly impressed with the loveliness of my wife. With pride I ordered a tune.
The man began beating his cane on the floor of the subway car. It was evident he had done this many times and with added vocal percussions he began....
with blinded eyes, I will not see
notice the wounds that cover me
"Got a five? Need food. Got a ten?” he begged clearly and loudly between verses the entire song, never missing a beat with his cane and continuing with the song quickly. It was impressive. His voice was wild and raw and he was moving in a quick jump dance. During the roughly 2 minutes before our final stop, as we were captive audience to this brilliant performer and his brilliant performance, New York was not elusive.
"Oh, wonderful! " my wife beamed after the song, clapping and smiling at the man. "You were just wonderful." She was already pulling money from her small date purse and gave the man several neatly stacked bills. The small, old, and slightly stooped man took the money and with a graceful bow never seen on a stage, grasped my wife's left hand and raised it up.
"Just fo' the lovely misses", his speech was slowed, "A song only fo' you. Gawd bleeess you woman." He looked at her and held her hand for several moments. He was looking at an angel, as was she, but the performance was not over. I rifled through my pockets and pulled out a twenty. This made him smile as he cut his eyes to me and quickly grabbed it from my outstretched hand. As we reached the 69th Street stop the man stuffed all the cash he earned the previous few minutes into his overcoat front chest pocket. Sixty to seventy dollars, I speculated. I never asked my wife exactly how much she coughed up, but I was aware of our general vacation finances. We then jumped off the subway, hit the turnstiles, took a flight of stairs to the street and walked along quiet Upper East Side sidewalks hearing an occasional truck horn from a distance.
The night was mild with an occasional cool wind. We walked slow, holding hands and admiring everything. I silently imagined stories in every house, lunch at every bistro, and picking fruit at every corner produce stand. She just smiled peacefully, occasionally remarking on things of beauty and prayer.
As we passed the Pizza Palace Pizzaria, I remembered a talk from the day before. When the owner found out where I was from, he had asked how much money a builder in Texas could make a year. "Builder of what?” I had asked back.
"Residential,” he had shouted as his workers scurried in the back for my order. I answered unknowingly, but confirmed his construction prospects in Texas. My daughters pulled closer as we ordered lunch, the four of us having just moved from our Times Square Hotel to our second New York vacation home on 71st. He kept his eyes on everything, but somehow seemed to always look out the window, almost willing hungry people into his corner eatery. Practically everything in the small, tidy place cost something, although the owner made a point to inform us that ice was free. The pizza was very good, the salad was small, and the alfredo sauce was bland (two fifty-cent containers of grated parmesan cheese helped). As we left, the busy, street toughish owner had rushed to the front and waved, "Aye, aye, thanks for coming to Pizza Palace. Tell the Texans to come see us." He quickly went back to work.
"You bet we will buddy." I had turned and answered with an enriched Texas twang, "Good pie."
6/5/10
The Gulf Is Bleeding Tonight
watching from the shorline
i could see people praying and crying out
tomorrow seems like wishing in the wind
but tomorrow is all that's there
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
hardly ever heard an encouraging word
beaches and birds are dead for sure
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
damage will come to those who knew what they done
here's to the cajun, you won't be shunned
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
he'll blame him and he'll blame him back
people who read in between lines
who twist the law for cash
live on islands near the lowlands
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
hardly ever heard an encouraging word
beaches and birds are dead for sure
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
damage will come to those who knew what they done
here's to the cajun, you won't be shunned
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the waters boiled red in the summer of ten
no way that can ever happen again
the sand was black and the politicians slacked
the shrimp men gonna bring the gumbo back
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i could see people praying and crying out
tomorrow seems like wishing in the wind
but tomorrow is all that's there
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
hardly ever heard an encouraging word
beaches and birds are dead for sure
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
damage will come to those who knew what they done
here's to the cajun, you won't be shunned
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
he'll blame him and he'll blame him back
people who read in between lines
who twist the law for cash
live on islands near the lowlands
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
hardly ever heard an encouraging word
beaches and birds are dead for sure
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
damage will come to those who knew what they done
here's to the cajun, you won't be shunned
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the gulf is bleeding tonight
the waters boiled red in the summer of ten
no way that can ever happen again
the sand was black and the politicians slacked
the shrimp men gonna bring the gumbo back
aeaa
adea
d7dd7
g
5/30/10
Not So Bad Being Lonely
startled to see the woman of it all
worried about the hearts of her family
come to her and cry
some sort of post modern reason
don't know what post modern means
i have my own insight
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
you'll get a chance to tell the truth, amen
tell me in that moment--tell me what you gonna do
the most important thing in your life
are you gonna have an answer my friend
when the drifter asks you what you know
can you look him in the eye
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
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worried about the hearts of her family
come to her and cry
some sort of post modern reason
don't know what post modern means
i have my own insight
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
you'll get a chance to tell the truth, amen
tell me in that moment--tell me what you gonna do
the most important thing in your life
are you gonna have an answer my friend
when the drifter asks you what you know
can you look him in the eye
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
not so bad being lonely
if i can be alone
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AmEmriff
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5/29/10
Just In Time
listened to a woman the other day said her foot hurt
woke yesterday morning, Lord my back made me moan
my feelings surrendered when my girl rolled her eyes
thought i was faking 'cause i didn't want to be alone
why should i take the blame
don't you know i'm in pain
hope i never go over the line
got out of there just in time
went through the list of life and what went right and what went wrong
didn't know what to say when we talked about the sad times
just lifted a glass and toasted the years we've lived
the rotten things we do seem a wasteful crime
why should i take the blame
don't you know i'm in pain
hope i never go over the line
got out of there just in time
climbed upstairs through mainly english brands and flags
bearded guy singing oasis songs in the corner of the bar
announced his breaks and played nothing but covers
had to summon a driver to take me home, didn't live far
why should i take the blame
don't you know i'm in pain
hope i never go over the line
got out of there just in time
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cdg
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5/23/10
Texico (Draft): Number 9
When the maniac from Iran lifted hands with the Turks and the Brazilians we all knew the rules of the world had evolved. This was no longer the America of founding purity, diversity of thought, or even right and wrong. Boundries were only for the moral. So it seemed back then. In the raging teens.
"Honey", L. Dean remembered calling out, "Come on. Chillleees!" he continued with loud whistling and banging. It was early on a June Saturday morning.
"Daddy?" Ava finally answered, tired from the previous night's soccer game. It was tournament weekend for the 11/12 year old girls and games were stacked, two to a day.
"Everybody is drinkin' a bunch a'water. Don't want t' get dehydrated." L.Dean roared, always giving advice to his family. Ava Rose, the young and fierce; Shelby Lynn, the powerful and conflicted; and Annabelle, the wise and beautiful preacher woman. Several friends had been battling dehydration, common in the summer Texas heat, and L. Dean was insistent on his water demands. "I already drank two glasses. One before my morning walk and one after. Drink girls. Drink!" he continued to yell to his sleepy family. Annabelle was many things, but counting on her for morning promptness was perilous. L. Dean woke in the early dark, an hour before the sun, stretching his body for long periods of time. The scent of mowed grass and sounds of the early darkness creating melodies never heard. The sun's light woke Annabelle, her huge green eyes heavy until devotions and prayers. However, her preoccupation with her daughters didn't need alert eyes. They thought the same thoughts, overcame the same frustrations, and swayed to the same rhythms, all of L. Dean's girls acted as one maiden of God's creation. Somehow, the inevitable conflict actually balances the fragile relationship between mother and daughters, releasing steam when needed. The daughters (sisters, really) enjoyed a devout, and at times ferocious, sibling alliance. Three was stronger than one. The feminine trinity of the Fitzgerald’s.
"Ava, your jersey is hanging on the hook in your bathroom," Annabelle weakly shouted from her bedroom, "Get some water ready daddy. Shelby Lynn, no one is listening to your crying and whining." The oldest had indeed pleaded for more quiet and was taking sides against everyone in the family. Tears followed. Eventually, the inevitability of the established schedule and some prideless coaxing from Ava and L. Dean would clear the air. Annabelle said nothing to the oldest daughter and was utterly unaffected by the latest eruption. When the entire family finally climbed into the car, Annabelle continued to ensure proper direction, "Sunscreen? Chairs? Towel? Ava, did you eat anything? Shelby Lynn, you?"
"Yes mamma, I had some grapes and half a muffin," Ava answered, then continuing with a growl, "I'm gonna track down number 9 all day. She goes left, I cut her off, she goes right, I get the ball, she elbows, I elbow back. I'm ready to goooowaa." Her teeth clenched and both fists balled tightly. Her blood boiled and her face turned red.
"Hope you stretched your shoulders," L. Dean said, "Soccer is a game for all four limbs. You got to use your entire body, remember we talked about that? Remember?", he asked while turning around and looking at Ava. "Use your whole body," he continued, "You never know how the refs are gonna call it 'til the game starts. It not a bad thang to be the first to get a warnin'" Annabelle, glaring at L. Dean, quickly laughed and reminded her youngest to have fun and play hard.
"Number 9 is miiiine," yelled Ava Rose.
"Stay on her honey," her mother said.
Number 9 was a spectacular player. Fast, agile, smart, and unselfish. Despite a supreme effort, Ava was humbled that day. Number 9 was better. It was obvious. L. Dean, Annabelle, and Shelby Lynn took the loss hard. They were praying and willing a win. Not until dusk did they return to normal moods. Ava made a note. Filed it away. Twenty years later as she captained the 2030 Texican Women's World Cup Championship team, she set up the winning goal against the Brazilians. On that famous play, in the final minute, she shook off an elbow to the jaw while driving past two defenders and softly lifted a pass over another defender to a streaking Texican wing player. The wing drove the ball past the leaping goalie and ignited the noise of legitimacy in the admiring crowd. The goal scoring player was number 9, dark haired and tireless Elishia Mendoza, the same player who commanded Ava's esteem so many years earlier.
"Let's just go home," Annabelle moaned after the game, "Ava, you played your heart out sweetie. Now, I want an hour of chores when we get home. Thirty minutes free time, then an hour." The girls gave her a dirty look.
"Number 9 was the best player I've ever seen," said Shelby as they drove slowly home. "For sure she's the best 12 year old I've ever seen." She looked at Ava with pity, then told her she played really good. "You got a goal girl!", she said while patting her head. She loved Ava Rose.
"Yep," whispered L. Dean, "Number 9." He was taking the long way.
"Can I have a friend over today?" asked Ava.
The wind that day was unsettling and relentless. Through that summer (crude summer to the disgusted cajuns), oil stained the gulf beaches while the political men and women continued to keep the corrupted system alive. Grease was their main concern, not oil. L. Dean wondered about the gathering wickedness in the world and the delusional American rebuke. He made a note and filed it away. He vowed candid dissent, demanding competence and late-17 hundred's conviction of ideas.
"No honey, we're going to go home and spend the day together", answered Annabelle. "Do you know how lucky we are?" Both girls looked out the window and started humming the same song.
"Honey", L. Dean remembered calling out, "Come on. Chillleees!" he continued with loud whistling and banging. It was early on a June Saturday morning.
"Daddy?" Ava finally answered, tired from the previous night's soccer game. It was tournament weekend for the 11/12 year old girls and games were stacked, two to a day.
"Everybody is drinkin' a bunch a'water. Don't want t' get dehydrated." L.Dean roared, always giving advice to his family. Ava Rose, the young and fierce; Shelby Lynn, the powerful and conflicted; and Annabelle, the wise and beautiful preacher woman. Several friends had been battling dehydration, common in the summer Texas heat, and L. Dean was insistent on his water demands. "I already drank two glasses. One before my morning walk and one after. Drink girls. Drink!" he continued to yell to his sleepy family. Annabelle was many things, but counting on her for morning promptness was perilous. L. Dean woke in the early dark, an hour before the sun, stretching his body for long periods of time. The scent of mowed grass and sounds of the early darkness creating melodies never heard. The sun's light woke Annabelle, her huge green eyes heavy until devotions and prayers. However, her preoccupation with her daughters didn't need alert eyes. They thought the same thoughts, overcame the same frustrations, and swayed to the same rhythms, all of L. Dean's girls acted as one maiden of God's creation. Somehow, the inevitable conflict actually balances the fragile relationship between mother and daughters, releasing steam when needed. The daughters (sisters, really) enjoyed a devout, and at times ferocious, sibling alliance. Three was stronger than one. The feminine trinity of the Fitzgerald’s.
"Ava, your jersey is hanging on the hook in your bathroom," Annabelle weakly shouted from her bedroom, "Get some water ready daddy. Shelby Lynn, no one is listening to your crying and whining." The oldest had indeed pleaded for more quiet and was taking sides against everyone in the family. Tears followed. Eventually, the inevitability of the established schedule and some prideless coaxing from Ava and L. Dean would clear the air. Annabelle said nothing to the oldest daughter and was utterly unaffected by the latest eruption. When the entire family finally climbed into the car, Annabelle continued to ensure proper direction, "Sunscreen? Chairs? Towel? Ava, did you eat anything? Shelby Lynn, you?"
"Yes mamma, I had some grapes and half a muffin," Ava answered, then continuing with a growl, "I'm gonna track down number 9 all day. She goes left, I cut her off, she goes right, I get the ball, she elbows, I elbow back. I'm ready to goooowaa." Her teeth clenched and both fists balled tightly. Her blood boiled and her face turned red.
"Hope you stretched your shoulders," L. Dean said, "Soccer is a game for all four limbs. You got to use your entire body, remember we talked about that? Remember?", he asked while turning around and looking at Ava. "Use your whole body," he continued, "You never know how the refs are gonna call it 'til the game starts. It not a bad thang to be the first to get a warnin'" Annabelle, glaring at L. Dean, quickly laughed and reminded her youngest to have fun and play hard.
"Number 9 is miiiine," yelled Ava Rose.
"Stay on her honey," her mother said.
Number 9 was a spectacular player. Fast, agile, smart, and unselfish. Despite a supreme effort, Ava was humbled that day. Number 9 was better. It was obvious. L. Dean, Annabelle, and Shelby Lynn took the loss hard. They were praying and willing a win. Not until dusk did they return to normal moods. Ava made a note. Filed it away. Twenty years later as she captained the 2030 Texican Women's World Cup Championship team, she set up the winning goal against the Brazilians. On that famous play, in the final minute, she shook off an elbow to the jaw while driving past two defenders and softly lifted a pass over another defender to a streaking Texican wing player. The wing drove the ball past the leaping goalie and ignited the noise of legitimacy in the admiring crowd. The goal scoring player was number 9, dark haired and tireless Elishia Mendoza, the same player who commanded Ava's esteem so many years earlier.
"Let's just go home," Annabelle moaned after the game, "Ava, you played your heart out sweetie. Now, I want an hour of chores when we get home. Thirty minutes free time, then an hour." The girls gave her a dirty look.
"Number 9 was the best player I've ever seen," said Shelby as they drove slowly home. "For sure she's the best 12 year old I've ever seen." She looked at Ava with pity, then told her she played really good. "You got a goal girl!", she said while patting her head. She loved Ava Rose.
"Yep," whispered L. Dean, "Number 9." He was taking the long way.
"Can I have a friend over today?" asked Ava.
The wind that day was unsettling and relentless. Through that summer (crude summer to the disgusted cajuns), oil stained the gulf beaches while the political men and women continued to keep the corrupted system alive. Grease was their main concern, not oil. L. Dean wondered about the gathering wickedness in the world and the delusional American rebuke. He made a note and filed it away. He vowed candid dissent, demanding competence and late-17 hundred's conviction of ideas.
"No honey, we're going to go home and spend the day together", answered Annabelle. "Do you know how lucky we are?" Both girls looked out the window and started humming the same song.
Come All You Senoritas
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
one day i saw Jesus, he was looking straight at me
i turned my head in spite of him, but he would not let me be
gringo look at your treasures, cowboy drink your wine
you can count your blessings out on highway 99
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
you lie down in a fit of anger, gonna take a walk outside
tears falling from your oceans, find peace looking at the sky
you told me i don't give enough, i don't make time for you
i've been drifting past your stories and the places they take me to
look in my eyes and tell me, when you need me to comfort you
i'm not always thinking about what you're going through
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
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come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
one day i saw Jesus, he was looking straight at me
i turned my head in spite of him, but he would not let me be
gringo look at your treasures, cowboy drink your wine
you can count your blessings out on highway 99
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
you lie down in a fit of anger, gonna take a walk outside
tears falling from your oceans, find peace looking at the sky
you told me i don't give enough, i don't make time for you
i've been drifting past your stories and the places they take me to
look in my eyes and tell me, when you need me to comfort you
i'm not always thinking about what you're going through
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
come all you senoritas, come on up to the stage
come all you senoritas, don't even know your name
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5/22/10
Mercury To Rise
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had to think where i was when i got up
drinking strawberry kiwi in a paper cup
aea
back up the hill i flipped and flopped
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the kids kept going everytime we stopped
waited for an hour for mercury to rise
saw the wings of saturn in the southern sky
craters of the moon were clear as day
felt small that evening in the lone star state
a taunting copperhead coiled and hissed
had to take it out fast, he couldn't miss
lifted a stump high and then he took aim
killed that snake with the deadly fangs
can't see any color cause we're in the dark
but spiders are seen like diamond hearts
your skins gets covered in sweat and webs
songs are whispered and the Word is read
sacked in the back of the speeding car
reminded of just how lucky we are
passed town after town going north from la grange
an easy feeling got me feeling strange
a grain of sandy sand, a speck of dusty dust
a tired lonley man in a town he once cussed
the days we spend apart disappear slow
the days we spend together have a graceful glow
had to think where i was when i got up
drinking strawberry kiwi in a paper cup
aea
back up the hill i flipped and flopped
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the kids kept going everytime we stopped
waited for an hour for mercury to rise
saw the wings of saturn in the southern sky
craters of the moon were clear as day
felt small that evening in the lone star state
a taunting copperhead coiled and hissed
had to take it out fast, he couldn't miss
lifted a stump high and then he took aim
killed that snake with the deadly fangs
can't see any color cause we're in the dark
but spiders are seen like diamond hearts
your skins gets covered in sweat and webs
songs are whispered and the Word is read
sacked in the back of the speeding car
reminded of just how lucky we are
passed town after town going north from la grange
an easy feeling got me feeling strange
a grain of sandy sand, a speck of dusty dust
a tired lonley man in a town he once cussed
the days we spend apart disappear slow
the days we spend together have a graceful glow
Always Makes Me Want To Sing
em
He always hears me out, i fought through all my doubts
g em
i can tell Him anything
i can tell Him anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
d7
tell Him what i'm doing in the morning
d7 g
tell Him what i did all night
gonna give you so much worry, keep you in a hurry
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
crying about the injustice
crying about the meaning of it all
why bother with the climbing, depends on the timing
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
you'll know cause of the gnawing
dreams will go away to find some rest
you're just being tested, like He always said
you can do anything
you can do anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
living this single moment
while i keep on getting closer to the truth
He always hears me out, i fought through all my doubts
g em
i can tell Him anything
i can tell Him anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
d7
tell Him what i'm doing in the morning
d7 g
tell Him what i did all night
gonna give you so much worry, keep you in a hurry
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
crying about the injustice
crying about the meaning of it all
why bother with the climbing, depends on the timing
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
you'll know cause of the gnawing
dreams will go away to find some rest
you're just being tested, like He always said
you can do anything
you can do anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
living this single moment
while i keep on getting closer to the truth
5/16/10
Ambassador In Chains
lily, oh lily, what a blessing you are
growing tall, growing strong, sure to go far
check Ephesians six, start with verse ten
read through twenty, it'll tell you plenty
shields and armor and the buckle of truth
salvation's helmet will surely protect you
never, never forget to carry your sword
the word will keep you close to the Lord
pray for your ambassador in chains
pray for your mama and all the saints
God has given you the gift of poise
when you sing, you sing a heavenly noise
i'll always pray that you'll be blessed
i already know you've found eternal rest
lily, oh lily, i loved the austin trip
didn't act all goofy and never gave me no lip
growing tall, growing strong, sure to go far
check Ephesians six, start with verse ten
read through twenty, it'll tell you plenty
shields and armor and the buckle of truth
salvation's helmet will surely protect you
never, never forget to carry your sword
the word will keep you close to the Lord
pray for your ambassador in chains
pray for your mama and all the saints
God has given you the gift of poise
when you sing, you sing a heavenly noise
i'll always pray that you'll be blessed
i already know you've found eternal rest
lily, oh lily, i loved the austin trip
didn't act all goofy and never gave me no lip
Sugarcane
lost blood almost every week
left our general dead in the creek
took an arrow in the eye
saw Jesus before he died
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, gone, gone
working sails on an irish boat
regardless he was always broke
jumped off in montreal
heard the great plains call
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, he was gone
indians tracked his tracks
the dirt was soft and black
paid 'em off with sugarcane
went to texas on a cattle train
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, gone, gone
planted cotten, wheat, and corn
lived his life near where he was born
always broke a smile
knew he only had a while
he was gone, gone, gone
he was gone, he was gone
a7
d7
a7
d7
g d7 a7
g d7 a7
left our general dead in the creek
took an arrow in the eye
saw Jesus before he died
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, gone, gone
working sails on an irish boat
regardless he was always broke
jumped off in montreal
heard the great plains call
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, he was gone
indians tracked his tracks
the dirt was soft and black
paid 'em off with sugarcane
went to texas on a cattle train
he was gone, gone, gone
yeah, he was gone, gone, gone
planted cotten, wheat, and corn
lived his life near where he was born
always broke a smile
knew he only had a while
he was gone, gone, gone
he was gone, he was gone
a7
d7
a7
d7
g d7 a7
g d7 a7
5/15/10
Texico (Draft): The Race for Harmony
Writing Texico will require, almost demand in some cases, focused attention to several social, political, and economic issues. Some important, but lesser, issues can be implied. However, there are many that must be confronted and the characters must be tied directly to the ideas, the evolutions, and the outcomes of many critical issues. Among these are governing laws and guiding documents, the most prominent being the Texico Papers. L. Dean and Elias T. Woods were the primary writers of the document that changed the future of America, Texas, and Mexico and, in part, led to the formation of Texico. Other issues include race or, better described, the consolidation of race, crime (especially in the southern part of Texico, the former Mexico), energy policy, sports, higher education, military, prison, and religion.
America, perhaps doomed from the start, is paralyzed by race. Through race equality everything is filtered, without exception. This filter includes laws, politics, guilt, business marketing, shame, and media. Asian-American, African-American, Mexican-American, Female-Americans, and Muslim-American. Two of these American sets given a continent, one a country, one a gender, and one a faith. If one was a Dane originally, he would be referred to as an American from Denmark. Or if a Canadian man, he might still be called a Canadian, regardless. If that Canadian were female or black, Canadian would not work and the gender or race would be disclosed. The Australian gets the rugged Aussie label; Indians (or still Native-American to some) boldly, and controversially, demanded the removal of the hyphenated label which led to the awkward Indian Native label if you were actually from India. In fact, by 2040 these groups had largely geographically segregated themselves into definable regions in America. This obsession with race had impacted America in many ways. Coalitions were forged between race groups depending on mutually shared benefits. Especially economic and political. Through the years, America had suffered several bloody race wars. The 2026 Asian-American/Mexican-American war ended after a month of bloody battles, eco-poisoning, and other brutal tactics. Ten thousand were left dead and the Asian-Americans finally declared victory after the Mexican-Americans retreated from San Francisco and contentedly remained settled in Southern California and the southwest desert regions of America. The nuclear agreement the Asian-Americans struck with China and promised radioactive destruction of San Diego ended the terrible war. Of course, other countries exploited and encouraged the racial strife in America. Largely, America in 2040 resembled the USSR in 1990. A historically great superpower ready to crack in a world full of superpowers. Bitterness, entitlement, and self-occupation destroying the once-great unity. Compared with the previous century, America was just holding on. Texico was the opposite. Harmony among races, religions, genders, and classes seemed prevalent. The Texico Papers and the political will (and mandate) to protect the truth kept cultural rivalries and resentments to a minimum. Pure capitalism and a servant's mentality were primary goals shared by all Texicans. Culturally, Texico thrived due to the thick skin of the people, appreciation of diversity, and lessons learned from the American mistakes. One unifying and descriptive label was used --Texican.
L. Dean is white ( if there is such a thing). European-Nordic-Saxon-Danish-Irish-Canadian-Irish (black) all in his blood. Probably his ancestors were part of the Great Heathen Army that battled the Franks a millenia ago. All the way back to Adam and the sweet mother of all, Eve. The raceless family. Annabelle, an adopted daughter of northern Europe. J.T. Barnes is from the Ozarks originally, Elias T. Woods came from Texans that fought, and died, at the Alamo, Travis B. Whitney is black (if there is such a thing), Maggie Graham is a burning red head obviously descended from Ireland, Fran Del Rosario Vinales has stubborn Latin blood, and Mitch Parrish was born an east-coast American blue-blood. Differences between the characters will be openly acknowledged and openly ignored. Inspired by truth, all Texicans are respected and protected as humans and prosper (or not) due to actions and results.
America, perhaps doomed from the start, is paralyzed by race. Through race equality everything is filtered, without exception. This filter includes laws, politics, guilt, business marketing, shame, and media. Asian-American, African-American, Mexican-American, Female-Americans, and Muslim-American. Two of these American sets given a continent, one a country, one a gender, and one a faith. If one was a Dane originally, he would be referred to as an American from Denmark. Or if a Canadian man, he might still be called a Canadian, regardless. If that Canadian were female or black, Canadian would not work and the gender or race would be disclosed. The Australian gets the rugged Aussie label; Indians (or still Native-American to some) boldly, and controversially, demanded the removal of the hyphenated label which led to the awkward Indian Native label if you were actually from India. In fact, by 2040 these groups had largely geographically segregated themselves into definable regions in America. This obsession with race had impacted America in many ways. Coalitions were forged between race groups depending on mutually shared benefits. Especially economic and political. Through the years, America had suffered several bloody race wars. The 2026 Asian-American/Mexican-American war ended after a month of bloody battles, eco-poisoning, and other brutal tactics. Ten thousand were left dead and the Asian-Americans finally declared victory after the Mexican-Americans retreated from San Francisco and contentedly remained settled in Southern California and the southwest desert regions of America. The nuclear agreement the Asian-Americans struck with China and promised radioactive destruction of San Diego ended the terrible war. Of course, other countries exploited and encouraged the racial strife in America. Largely, America in 2040 resembled the USSR in 1990. A historically great superpower ready to crack in a world full of superpowers. Bitterness, entitlement, and self-occupation destroying the once-great unity. Compared with the previous century, America was just holding on. Texico was the opposite. Harmony among races, religions, genders, and classes seemed prevalent. The Texico Papers and the political will (and mandate) to protect the truth kept cultural rivalries and resentments to a minimum. Pure capitalism and a servant's mentality were primary goals shared by all Texicans. Culturally, Texico thrived due to the thick skin of the people, appreciation of diversity, and lessons learned from the American mistakes. One unifying and descriptive label was used --Texican.
L. Dean is white ( if there is such a thing). European-Nordic-Saxon-Danish-Irish-Canadian-Irish (black) all in his blood. Probably his ancestors were part of the Great Heathen Army that battled the Franks a millenia ago. All the way back to Adam and the sweet mother of all, Eve. The raceless family. Annabelle, an adopted daughter of northern Europe. J.T. Barnes is from the Ozarks originally, Elias T. Woods came from Texans that fought, and died, at the Alamo, Travis B. Whitney is black (if there is such a thing), Maggie Graham is a burning red head obviously descended from Ireland, Fran Del Rosario Vinales has stubborn Latin blood, and Mitch Parrish was born an east-coast American blue-blood. Differences between the characters will be openly acknowledged and openly ignored. Inspired by truth, all Texicans are respected and protected as humans and prosper (or not) due to actions and results.
5/9/10
Drink You Dry
heard a little story 'bout a king you know
his mama never let him down you know
always told him just what she thought
and he never forgot everything he was taught
told him he better love the girls
don't let 'em down, you gotta talk to girls
tell 'em all the things that make them unique
take 'em hunting at the finest boutiques
sons and daughters can drink you dry
you turn beat red but act dignified
what you really want is some time to yourself
you forgive the words for your own mental health
all and all it's not a bad deal
the anger fades and resentments heal
you hope they keep a-coming back
when your older and your mind is jacked
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
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g
dcg
dg
his mama never let him down you know
always told him just what she thought
and he never forgot everything he was taught
told him he better love the girls
don't let 'em down, you gotta talk to girls
tell 'em all the things that make them unique
take 'em hunting at the finest boutiques
sons and daughters can drink you dry
you turn beat red but act dignified
what you really want is some time to yourself
you forgive the words for your own mental health
all and all it's not a bad deal
the anger fades and resentments heal
you hope they keep a-coming back
when your older and your mind is jacked
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
keep a-coming back
g
c
g
dcg
dg
5/8/10
Senses Diminished
what if there were no sounds
what would become of words
would toes still tap
ears would seem pointless
what if there were no scenes
would color have a home
beauty would be more than skin deep
my eye doctor would be doing something else
how about living with no taste
food pills? who needs a chef
water would continue to be important
breath would be better, unless...
smells could not be smelled
would anything be a stinking so and so
flowers could be seen at least
perfumes makes me sneeze anyway
what if feeling were lost
physical touch, not emotional
surely we would still have a soul
good art would be very tricky
what would become of words
would toes still tap
ears would seem pointless
what if there were no scenes
would color have a home
beauty would be more than skin deep
my eye doctor would be doing something else
how about living with no taste
food pills? who needs a chef
water would continue to be important
breath would be better, unless...
smells could not be smelled
would anything be a stinking so and so
flowers could be seen at least
perfumes makes me sneeze anyway
what if feeling were lost
physical touch, not emotional
surely we would still have a soul
good art would be very tricky
4/25/10
Little Bit Down The Line
we're all gonna feel the power
we're all gonna break from the crowd
we're all gonna see the glory
just a little bit down the line
we're all letting go of our anger
just a little bit down the line
we're all gonna live forever
but we're all gonna feel the pain
we're all gonna be together
just a little bit down the line
talk to red heart angels
just a little bit down the line
talk with familiar strangers
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
G
CG
GD
CG
capo1
we're all gonna break from the crowd
we're all gonna see the glory
just a little bit down the line
we're all letting go of our anger
just a little bit down the line
we're all gonna live forever
but we're all gonna feel the pain
we're all gonna be together
just a little bit down the line
talk to red heart angels
just a little bit down the line
talk with familiar strangers
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
just a little bit down the line
G
CG
GD
CG
capo1
4/24/10
Texico (Draft): Grace Of The Aged
Getting old, passing through life, learning lessons, inspiring. However we describe it, it is undeniable that physically we are diminished by the years. Some have more fight than others and spend their ever shorter life battling the aches, pains, and wreckage of their bodies. But what of the mind? The same destruction comes to our minds, and our souls, and the battle needs to be joined in those areas too. Describing how we attack aging or declaring how we are going to fight all the way to the end seems misguided in a way. Surely, we are meant for, and have been promised, everlasting life. The fight can come from that instinct and taken to its fleshly absurdity.
L. Dean Fitzgerald is an old man in the present tense of the story. However, he has an easy peace about the inevitable decline. Acknowledgement is ever present, but it does not seem to become a central complaint or reason for empathetic pleadings. Wisdom is the benefit of the aged man or woman. Created by experiences and long periods of considering. Mistakes are remembered with passing regret, but remembering and regretting are mainly activities of the foolish and beaten. In Texico, we have a post succession, and principled, Texas and a lost Mexico becoming a nation. We are about 30 years forward from the present day which allows for a completely empty historical record. This is the basis of the fiction and is like an empty canvass for an author. God willing, I will live these three decades myself, but I will explore the effects of aging in the 40s, 50s, and 60s, from an outsider's perspective. Hopefully, writing the story of an aged man, among other aged men and women, will lead to thoughtful imagining of the road to the casket--or urn of ashes--or desert tomb.
In Texico, age and time will be a central feature of the story. The story of the initial rumblings of succession, the executed plan to leave the United States, the merging of Texas and Mexico, the rapid and astounding economic and diplomatic success of Texico, and the current reality of the nation will be told as betrayal and fearless love bind and divide the characters.
L. Dean Fitzgerald is an old man in the present tense of the story. However, he has an easy peace about the inevitable decline. Acknowledgement is ever present, but it does not seem to become a central complaint or reason for empathetic pleadings. Wisdom is the benefit of the aged man or woman. Created by experiences and long periods of considering. Mistakes are remembered with passing regret, but remembering and regretting are mainly activities of the foolish and beaten. In Texico, we have a post succession, and principled, Texas and a lost Mexico becoming a nation. We are about 30 years forward from the present day which allows for a completely empty historical record. This is the basis of the fiction and is like an empty canvass for an author. God willing, I will live these three decades myself, but I will explore the effects of aging in the 40s, 50s, and 60s, from an outsider's perspective. Hopefully, writing the story of an aged man, among other aged men and women, will lead to thoughtful imagining of the road to the casket--or urn of ashes--or desert tomb.
In Texico, age and time will be a central feature of the story. The story of the initial rumblings of succession, the executed plan to leave the United States, the merging of Texas and Mexico, the rapid and astounding economic and diplomatic success of Texico, and the current reality of the nation will be told as betrayal and fearless love bind and divide the characters.
4/21/10
Eleven Eleven
see what you find in the back pages of your life
when daylight comes and you thank Him for the light
He might want you to write
He may want you to fight
He may want you to close your eyes
and thank Him, and ask Him, one more time.
speak to me, i beg you, i want to know
wanna know, wanna know, wanna know, oh Lord i want to know
I'll do what i am told
unload my cargo
end up in San Antonio
fallen cold, no hero, a complete fiasco
too late to be up at night, it's a bit past eleven
should hang it up tonight, as tired as i been
really thought we'd win
they had the better men
i shouldn't try and pretend
they wouldn't bend, up by ten, couldn't defend
G
CCCG
CG
CG
C
DD7G
when daylight comes and you thank Him for the light
He might want you to write
He may want you to fight
He may want you to close your eyes
and thank Him, and ask Him, one more time.
speak to me, i beg you, i want to know
wanna know, wanna know, wanna know, oh Lord i want to know
I'll do what i am told
unload my cargo
end up in San Antonio
fallen cold, no hero, a complete fiasco
too late to be up at night, it's a bit past eleven
should hang it up tonight, as tired as i been
really thought we'd win
they had the better men
i shouldn't try and pretend
they wouldn't bend, up by ten, couldn't defend
G
CCCG
CG
CG
C
DD7G
4/17/10
Wine Cost 35 Bucks
never heard of no wine cost 35 bucks
daily shipment comes in from the big trucks
man you funny is what she said to me
blessed her when she shook out an early spring sneeze
i don't blame you for taking it back
she kept on talking as we walked past the snacks
no wine is worth that much cash
get you some mad dog if you want to get smashed
get you some mad dog
get you some mad dog
get you some mad dog
if you want to get smashed
GEmGD
daily shipment comes in from the big trucks
man you funny is what she said to me
blessed her when she shook out an early spring sneeze
i don't blame you for taking it back
she kept on talking as we walked past the snacks
no wine is worth that much cash
get you some mad dog if you want to get smashed
get you some mad dog
get you some mad dog
get you some mad dog
if you want to get smashed
GEmGD
Mindless Motions
up before 6, my body's aching
ignoring all the pain i've been taking
we can all see the wages of time
we can all see the wages of time
top of the day and i'm needing something
get a quick bite and keep on humming
mindless motions keep me here
mindless emotions keep me here
afternoon wind gets everything dirty
don't drink like i did in my thirties
no need to stop on the way home
no need to stop on the way home
harvest covers a peaceful table
sharing stories, reading poems, thinking about fables
i wonder if i'm breaking down
i wonder if i'm breaking down
we can all see the wages of time
we can all see the wages of time
CG
FC
GC
GFC
*co-written with kent deville
ignoring all the pain i've been taking
we can all see the wages of time
we can all see the wages of time
top of the day and i'm needing something
get a quick bite and keep on humming
mindless motions keep me here
mindless emotions keep me here
afternoon wind gets everything dirty
don't drink like i did in my thirties
no need to stop on the way home
no need to stop on the way home
harvest covers a peaceful table
sharing stories, reading poems, thinking about fables
i wonder if i'm breaking down
i wonder if i'm breaking down
we can all see the wages of time
we can all see the wages of time
CG
FC
GC
GFC
*co-written with kent deville
4/15/10
Billy's Got To Go
james coburn seems the real pat garrett
riding around the streets of low down lincoln in the rain
with the women he had a heavy hand
got shaved and bathed by servant girls
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
never took his thoughts off billy the kid
he was scared, and brave, and confident, and ashamed
smirked at him with his cutting eyes
before he drew his gun and shot the man of fame
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
billy's got to go
billy's got to go
E
AE
B7A
B7A
B7
EAE
riding around the streets of low down lincoln in the rain
with the women he had a heavy hand
got shaved and bathed by servant girls
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
never took his thoughts off billy the kid
he was scared, and brave, and confident, and ashamed
smirked at him with his cutting eyes
before he drew his gun and shot the man of fame
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
coburn gonna make 'em sigh
coburn gonna make a show
coburn gonna make 'em run for cover
billy's got to go
billy's got to go
billy's got to go
E
AE
B7A
B7A
B7
EAE
4/4/10
The Bread Rose Just Right
Leaving the church Friday night after Good Friday service, where our pastor thankfully reminded us of the goodness, even greatness, of the day, I was feeling like a scoundrel. We left Him there and ran. We lied and doubted. We are weak souls. Shallow souls. This is the ever-nagging pull of the cross. Our awe at the Man who did take it. He had the same soul and understands our weakness. As does the Creator, who created it all. The fact that this Man was also God, as proven by the Resurrection and the Holy Spirit, gives you an appreciation for our God's courage, imagination, and perfectness. But, still, I was low and unworthy on Friday night. The $40 burger dinner afterwards at Fuddruckers didn't really help matters. Buns were a bit too sloppy and the tomotoes were suspect. Cranky, I was. A cheerleader routine later that evening had me smirking and by the time my wife joined in, I was picking out the music. The Traveling Wilbury's closed the performance with Where Were You Last Night. Songs from explorers. Never did completely shake the blues of the good, even great, night and went to bed occupied and sad.
Dead Saturday was a relief. Sure, Jesus has decended and is now facing down Satan, but the pain and blood is unseen. Seeing Him suffering man's rotten sin, is tough. Through our eyes and understanding. Pitiful good Friday. The actual act of dying witnessed by His own mother, and many others. Eleven cowardly diciples missed the event. Tangling with the devil is next. No one had a chance to write about that battle. Son of God is not as understood by us. If he took the beating, hanging, stabing, and burial of the previous day for us, imagine the weight of Saturday. Dead Saturday. I even went an extra 5 minutes on the bike machine in humble inspiration. We prayed longer for our Saturday late-morning meal to the point of distraction and sacrifice. Omlettes with buttery mushrooms and onions. I snuck a meaty piece of bacon. The smell of the breakfast kitchen was too much. A sip of coffee as my oldest prayed for Jesus. I sensed the women, all three, understood what was happening. Through the Saturday we tried to keep busy. Basketball, climbing, shopping, groceries, running, cheering, winning, catching-up, movie (the wimpy kid), popcorn, greasy shirt, showers, curlers, let the bread rise. Wanted to go to sleep early. Don't want to think about the last stages of the fight that started on Friday night.
Dreamed worriedly last night and woke to a cool, windless Easter morning. The Red Wheel Sweet Cinnamon French Braid turned out nice after a full night of rising. Yes, the bread rose just right. Everything settled. Jesus is gone. Come back and gone. He went on, back then, to appear to thousands. Humans since able to breathe in the Creator, the Savior, the Son of God, the Son of Man through the Holy Spirit. Easter is the day of validation. Everything is gonna be alright. He come and gone. Gone where I'm going to go. Like a big brother that takes off for life. Ever lasting life. I draw a huge knife from it's safe place and slice it across the main stalk of the broccoli. My in-laws like a choppier salad. Light, jazzy, and late, worship at Our Savior Lutheran await followed by a grateful lunchtable in the north Collin County countryside. Chocolate and ham destined to be the main memories of the day. Grandpa Jim collected around $35 in can money through the year to be hidden in plastic eggs. We'll scatter them around one acre of the 7-acre spread. Stockwell Acres. MaMa will watch from the porch and smile. Perhapes wave a hand. "Go on and get 'em. Ha!". She understands the battle that was fought and won. She is still fighting death, as we all are. This is her 95th Easter morning. I wonder how she made her macaroni and cheese so crusty.
Dead Saturday was a relief. Sure, Jesus has decended and is now facing down Satan, but the pain and blood is unseen. Seeing Him suffering man's rotten sin, is tough. Through our eyes and understanding. Pitiful good Friday. The actual act of dying witnessed by His own mother, and many others. Eleven cowardly diciples missed the event. Tangling with the devil is next. No one had a chance to write about that battle. Son of God is not as understood by us. If he took the beating, hanging, stabing, and burial of the previous day for us, imagine the weight of Saturday. Dead Saturday. I even went an extra 5 minutes on the bike machine in humble inspiration. We prayed longer for our Saturday late-morning meal to the point of distraction and sacrifice. Omlettes with buttery mushrooms and onions. I snuck a meaty piece of bacon. The smell of the breakfast kitchen was too much. A sip of coffee as my oldest prayed for Jesus. I sensed the women, all three, understood what was happening. Through the Saturday we tried to keep busy. Basketball, climbing, shopping, groceries, running, cheering, winning, catching-up, movie (the wimpy kid), popcorn, greasy shirt, showers, curlers, let the bread rise. Wanted to go to sleep early. Don't want to think about the last stages of the fight that started on Friday night.
Dreamed worriedly last night and woke to a cool, windless Easter morning. The Red Wheel Sweet Cinnamon French Braid turned out nice after a full night of rising. Yes, the bread rose just right. Everything settled. Jesus is gone. Come back and gone. He went on, back then, to appear to thousands. Humans since able to breathe in the Creator, the Savior, the Son of God, the Son of Man through the Holy Spirit. Easter is the day of validation. Everything is gonna be alright. He come and gone. Gone where I'm going to go. Like a big brother that takes off for life. Ever lasting life. I draw a huge knife from it's safe place and slice it across the main stalk of the broccoli. My in-laws like a choppier salad. Light, jazzy, and late, worship at Our Savior Lutheran await followed by a grateful lunchtable in the north Collin County countryside. Chocolate and ham destined to be the main memories of the day. Grandpa Jim collected around $35 in can money through the year to be hidden in plastic eggs. We'll scatter them around one acre of the 7-acre spread. Stockwell Acres. MaMa will watch from the porch and smile. Perhapes wave a hand. "Go on and get 'em. Ha!". She understands the battle that was fought and won. She is still fighting death, as we all are. This is her 95th Easter morning. I wonder how she made her macaroni and cheese so crusty.
3/30/10
Graveyard Wisdom
they'd give anything if they had my cough
or a kingsize bed that was nice and soft
pure envy runs through their veins
everyday seems the same
the same, the same, the same
they all wish they could go to work
experience the frustrations that lurk
day after day they wish
a talk, a lunch, a kiss
one kiss, one kiss, one kiss
seasons change like a kaleidoscope
though the years they learn not to hope
death touches all the races
the colorless resting places
but there's no rest in this place
they long to hold another and taste sweet honey
see the sun fall asleep and have a pocket full of money
smell all the smells of the dirt
feel the pain of being hurt
it's the pain that hurts
or a kingsize bed that was nice and soft
pure envy runs through their veins
everyday seems the same
the same, the same, the same
they all wish they could go to work
experience the frustrations that lurk
day after day they wish
a talk, a lunch, a kiss
one kiss, one kiss, one kiss
seasons change like a kaleidoscope
though the years they learn not to hope
death touches all the races
the colorless resting places
but there's no rest in this place
they long to hold another and taste sweet honey
see the sun fall asleep and have a pocket full of money
smell all the smells of the dirt
feel the pain of being hurt
it's the pain that hurts
3/22/10
My Shiny Used Car
chip on the paint and there ain't much tread
but i like the color and there's room for my head
drove the small one but there's not much juice
had a smooth ride but the steering was loose
worked the numbers with the money guy
kept sending him back to give my numbers a try
finally got him when i put a grand down
gonna make it drive straight and fix that sound
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
think someone ever smoked in here?
spilled a milkshake or dropped a beer?
smells good to me and drives like a dream
got a sunroof and the stereo screams
leather's overrated anyway
hot in the summer and likely to fade
dark tinted windows and two high-tech keys
from the minds of the japanese
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
but i like the color and there's room for my head
drove the small one but there's not much juice
had a smooth ride but the steering was loose
worked the numbers with the money guy
kept sending him back to give my numbers a try
finally got him when i put a grand down
gonna make it drive straight and fix that sound
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
think someone ever smoked in here?
spilled a milkshake or dropped a beer?
smells good to me and drives like a dream
got a sunroof and the stereo screams
leather's overrated anyway
hot in the summer and likely to fade
dark tinted windows and two high-tech keys
from the minds of the japanese
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
my shiny used car
got a deal on a used car
took it off the lot, my other one's about to rot
my shiny used car
3/19/10
Hochatown Hoot
good evening. thanks for listening to the Hochatown Hoot on KEWL 107.1, Southeastern Oklahoma's destination for culture, music, and news. this is lane ramsey with local news. Adabel police took a man to jail early this morning at 2:30am. the man, 32, is accused of assault of a minor. evidently, the man slapped the 7 year old boy after the boy asked him a question at a card game. "I ain't your daddy, boy," was heard before the alledged assault. police are still investigating while the man sits in the McClacklin County jail. further, the man was immediately ambushed at the scene by three women. hospital officials confirm he had multiple deep cuts around both knees and possibly bone fractures to the face and left arm. several teeth were missing, but dental records will determine if they were already gone. needless to say, he has alot to think about. he will face the judge tomorrow morning. an indictment is pending.
in other news, the Pine Meadow Church of Christ in Spear Head was burglerized and vandalized overnight. $150 and a book of stamps were taken and several windows broken. Chief Rolf Knubing gave a statement earlier in the day. Please listen to the audio of that statement:
"This AM we are investigating the apparant burglery and the sickening destruction that occured down at the Church of Christ. We are currently persuing new leads after several tips and are busy trying to bring the matter to a conclusion. in fact, we encourage others who have relevant information regarding the church staff to call the Police Department at 585-979-7012. Or let one of us know if you see us."
when briefly asked questions, the chief claimed "the investigation was still pending" on all inquiries. although no arrests have been made or charges filed, a press conference phone call is scheduled for wednesday morning at 9:00 AM. the church's part-time accountant and maintanence man have retained the same lawyer, interestingly enough, from Powderly, Texas. he is scheduled to arrive tonight. he will meet with local prosecuters in the morning.
be sure and get your entries into the 4th Annual McClacklin County Story Contest by April 1st. open to age 6 and above. must be a current county resident. be aware, you may be asked for official documentation prior to the official awards ceremony. in the event you are not able to provide the needed documentation, including picture id, the next highest vote count will win the award. several categories will be recognized including, elementary children, middle school children, high school, women's open, men's open, and the coveted Boren Prize. as in years past i will serve as one of the judges. this year's event sposored by River Shore Cabins, Francis's Candy Factory, Winey Girls Wine Bar, Jimmy's Go-Carts and Putt-Putt, Jane's Whisky Store, and, of course, KEWL 107.1. the awards ceremony will be held at the Hochatown Assembly of God outdoor amphitheater, facing the highway, on April 15th at 7:00PM. a tea party rally will follow that will march from Jimmy's to the Shell station. Bring your flashlights. this is lane ramsey, giving you the Hochatown Hoot.
in other news, the Pine Meadow Church of Christ in Spear Head was burglerized and vandalized overnight. $150 and a book of stamps were taken and several windows broken. Chief Rolf Knubing gave a statement earlier in the day. Please listen to the audio of that statement:
"This AM we are investigating the apparant burglery and the sickening destruction that occured down at the Church of Christ. We are currently persuing new leads after several tips and are busy trying to bring the matter to a conclusion. in fact, we encourage others who have relevant information regarding the church staff to call the Police Department at 585-979-7012. Or let one of us know if you see us."
when briefly asked questions, the chief claimed "the investigation was still pending" on all inquiries. although no arrests have been made or charges filed, a press conference phone call is scheduled for wednesday morning at 9:00 AM. the church's part-time accountant and maintanence man have retained the same lawyer, interestingly enough, from Powderly, Texas. he is scheduled to arrive tonight. he will meet with local prosecuters in the morning.
be sure and get your entries into the 4th Annual McClacklin County Story Contest by April 1st. open to age 6 and above. must be a current county resident. be aware, you may be asked for official documentation prior to the official awards ceremony. in the event you are not able to provide the needed documentation, including picture id, the next highest vote count will win the award. several categories will be recognized including, elementary children, middle school children, high school, women's open, men's open, and the coveted Boren Prize. as in years past i will serve as one of the judges. this year's event sposored by River Shore Cabins, Francis's Candy Factory, Winey Girls Wine Bar, Jimmy's Go-Carts and Putt-Putt, Jane's Whisky Store, and, of course, KEWL 107.1. the awards ceremony will be held at the Hochatown Assembly of God outdoor amphitheater, facing the highway, on April 15th at 7:00PM. a tea party rally will follow that will march from Jimmy's to the Shell station. Bring your flashlights. this is lane ramsey, giving you the Hochatown Hoot.
Owl Eyes
she sees everything day and night
she sees through the confusion
eyes big and wide and clear
she sees no illusions
with intuition, she finds her way
the truth, the lies
always there, perched above me
with her owl eyes
spotted in a crowded room
never took my eyes off her beauty
spoke of peace and rest to come
i watched as she spoke truley
then she vanished into the night fog
everything was dripping with sweat
my heart broke like a midnight drum
i missed the eyes i just met
she had owl eyes that knew me
she had owl eyes that wanted me
she had owl eyes that loved me
she had owl eyes
woke from a dream, startled
took a deep breath and sighed
pulled the covers up, warm and morning smells
took a look at my sweet owl eyes
she had owl eyes that knew me
she had owl eyes that wanted me
she had owl eyes that loved me
she had owl eyes
she sees through the confusion
eyes big and wide and clear
she sees no illusions
with intuition, she finds her way
the truth, the lies
always there, perched above me
with her owl eyes
spotted in a crowded room
never took my eyes off her beauty
spoke of peace and rest to come
i watched as she spoke truley
then she vanished into the night fog
everything was dripping with sweat
my heart broke like a midnight drum
i missed the eyes i just met
she had owl eyes that knew me
she had owl eyes that wanted me
she had owl eyes that loved me
she had owl eyes
woke from a dream, startled
took a deep breath and sighed
pulled the covers up, warm and morning smells
took a look at my sweet owl eyes
she had owl eyes that knew me
she had owl eyes that wanted me
she had owl eyes that loved me
she had owl eyes
3/14/10
The Night I Saw A Day
brother looked wired on caffeine
cab full of offspring, one of them snoring
growing tall and sturdy
could'a swore he called me uncle ross
walked the streets and back alleys
skipped the dark trail by the river
cold, dark, and lonesome it looked
ran across the road like desperate cats
stood in line at a chicken place
then we fed the poor and hungry
they snubbed their noses and sneered
but they did take time to enjoy the feast
activities commence
rosy kiss from the lips of a queen
the skin smooth and cool to the touch
tight muscles relaxed and breathing slow now
we need to bleed the poison
unburden the mind, make it light
drink wine in a juice glass
understand the talk, understand the eyes
phone calls late at night
must rescue another distressed dame
comfort and courage when we meet
the night i saw a day
cab full of offspring, one of them snoring
growing tall and sturdy
could'a swore he called me uncle ross
walked the streets and back alleys
skipped the dark trail by the river
cold, dark, and lonesome it looked
ran across the road like desperate cats
stood in line at a chicken place
then we fed the poor and hungry
they snubbed their noses and sneered
but they did take time to enjoy the feast
activities commence
rosy kiss from the lips of a queen
the skin smooth and cool to the touch
tight muscles relaxed and breathing slow now
we need to bleed the poison
unburden the mind, make it light
drink wine in a juice glass
understand the talk, understand the eyes
phone calls late at night
must rescue another distressed dame
comfort and courage when we meet
the night i saw a day
3/7/10
Tell It To The Judge
propped up on the stand
answering to the man
get away with what you can
tell it to the judge
told me she loved me so
didn't care about my dough
how could she stoop so low
tell it to the judge
she left me for my pal
my pal now had my gal
at night i heard 'em howl
tell it to the judge
i think i went insane
something's wrong with my brain
don't remember my own name
tell it to the judge
God's gonna bless their souls
even though their souls were cold
how could she stoop so low
tell it to the judge
believe what i say is true
went crazy cause i was so blue
wouldn't hurt 'em if i only knew
tell it to the judge
answering to the man
get away with what you can
tell it to the judge
told me she loved me so
didn't care about my dough
how could she stoop so low
tell it to the judge
she left me for my pal
my pal now had my gal
at night i heard 'em howl
tell it to the judge
i think i went insane
something's wrong with my brain
don't remember my own name
tell it to the judge
God's gonna bless their souls
even though their souls were cold
how could she stoop so low
tell it to the judge
believe what i say is true
went crazy cause i was so blue
wouldn't hurt 'em if i only knew
tell it to the judge
3/5/10
For Wilmer
You know the man seeks You continuously
soon You'll take his soul and set it free
i know he won't go without a fight
Lord please be good to him tonight
always quick to offer a helping hand
a 4 star general in the battle of the land
his body's getting weak, the end's in sight
Lord please be good to him tonight
he's seen the heartache and despair of life
married 70 years to a lovely wife
taught his family wrong from right
Lord please be good to him tonight
if i should live a life as long as his
be around to see my kid's kids have kids
i know i'll hold Your word up to the light
Lord please be good to him tonight
i offer You a poem to serve as a prayer
i know You'll listen and i know You'll care
just one request before Your child takes flight
Lord please be good to him tonight
soon You'll take his soul and set it free
i know he won't go without a fight
Lord please be good to him tonight
always quick to offer a helping hand
a 4 star general in the battle of the land
his body's getting weak, the end's in sight
Lord please be good to him tonight
he's seen the heartache and despair of life
married 70 years to a lovely wife
taught his family wrong from right
Lord please be good to him tonight
if i should live a life as long as his
be around to see my kid's kids have kids
i know i'll hold Your word up to the light
Lord please be good to him tonight
i offer You a poem to serve as a prayer
i know You'll listen and i know You'll care
just one request before Your child takes flight
Lord please be good to him tonight
Texico (Draft): L. Dean Fitzgerald
L. Dean Fitzgerald, 73 years old. Narrator. One of the founding fathers of Texico and current Secretary of Truth. Grey hair, peppered with dark brown. Usually has some stubble due to shaving once or twice a week. Although fighting normal age maladeys, he is in good shape and credits a significant stretching program began in his early forties and a life-long diet consisting primarily of foods of the ground or raised on the ground. The choice had served him well. Hearty fish is eaten as well and his wife, Annabelle, assured that his two girls learned similar eating habits. His grown daughters, Shelby Lynn and Ava Rose, were accomplished and famous in their own right. Shelby as an actress, popular in America and Texico. Ava Rose for her incredible Soccer career that culminated in two World Cup Championships for the nation of Texico. Soccer was king in Texico and the women led the way. Ava Rose had led the way. More on these two later. Much more later on Annabelle Leigh, the wife, and the former Annabelle Leigh Funderburgh. Married for over 50 years to L. Dean, she is a timeless beauty whose fiery Christian (Lutheran) convictions took over her life and drives her daily activities. As if her time to help other people is ticking down. Which it is. She is a beloved, and famous, figure in Texico and the world for her efforts and ability to compassionately lead. L. Dean loves his wife emensly. And respects her. And he finds her very beautiful.
He was the son and stepson of many. He currently carries out Fitzgerald patriarchal duties along with older and wiser brothers Jess Ross and Willie Bryan. All the Fitzgerald brothers are proud native Texicans but enthusiastically enjoy the company of a large group of American kin. Peace has found the Fitzgeralds. And propserity. The three were major land owners and made a fortune together when Texico was young. Most of their land was in the province of West Texas and the abundance of power below and above the ground made their natural gas and wind power company, called HighWind Inc., a very powerful and wealthy international force.
He was the son and stepson of many. He currently carries out Fitzgerald patriarchal duties along with older and wiser brothers Jess Ross and Willie Bryan. All the Fitzgerald brothers are proud native Texicans but enthusiastically enjoy the company of a large group of American kin. Peace has found the Fitzgeralds. And propserity. The three were major land owners and made a fortune together when Texico was young. Most of their land was in the province of West Texas and the abundance of power below and above the ground made their natural gas and wind power company, called HighWind Inc., a very powerful and wealthy international force.
Sons and daughters now run the show, inheriting all the headaches, inspirations, and achievements of daily operations. It remains a very successful company. L. Dean continued a busy pace after terminating himself from employment and walking out of his office one day. He was 50, had published several books, wrote folk songs, and followed his girls around for a the next decade.
He and Annie spent the next 10 years following them around the world before they both made him a grandfather within two months of each other. Each now had three children. L. Dean and Annie have continued to to be very proactive and helpful grandparents. The grandchildren range in age from 15 to 2 years. Shelby, 2 older boys and a youngest daughter, Ava Rose, 2 older girls and a youngest son. Health was graciously abundant and hope lives in the heart of the L. Dean Fitzgerald family. They all live very comfortably, but the vast majority of the original family fortune was used to create the world's largest, and most respected, charitable organization. The name is Feed His People Services. Annie actively leads the organization while L. Dean has committed the past 13 years in service to the people of Texico.
He has served as Vice President, Secretary of State, and now, Secretary of Truth. He has always maintained a steady writing schedule and remains an influential cultural figure in Texico. Retirement was long ago deemed irresponsible and unlikely. He views it as giving up on life and instead prefers constant mental stimulation and physical exertion. Thoughtful, bold, and easy-going, possessing a healthy apathy. Considered a trusted confidant by many and an internationally respected representative of Texico. Fiery when nessesary, collaborative by nature, and eternal thinking always. Wears a smile and encourages others. Classic dresser, avoiding trends and tight fitting clothes. Walks with a solid posture and loves to drive. Comfortable alone or with a small group. Tolerates large crowds, but usually looks for an opportunity to disappear quickly. Carefully impulsive. Hates arrogance and usually displays a humble spirit. Has a signature old Texas accent that can be embelished when appropriate.
He has served as Vice President, Secretary of State, and now, Secretary of Truth. He has always maintained a steady writing schedule and remains an influential cultural figure in Texico. Retirement was long ago deemed irresponsible and unlikely. He views it as giving up on life and instead prefers constant mental stimulation and physical exertion. Thoughtful, bold, and easy-going, possessing a healthy apathy. Considered a trusted confidant by many and an internationally respected representative of Texico. Fiery when nessesary, collaborative by nature, and eternal thinking always. Wears a smile and encourages others. Classic dresser, avoiding trends and tight fitting clothes. Walks with a solid posture and loves to drive. Comfortable alone or with a small group. Tolerates large crowds, but usually looks for an opportunity to disappear quickly. Carefully impulsive. Hates arrogance and usually displays a humble spirit. Has a signature old Texas accent that can be embelished when appropriate.
2/27/10
New York Elusive: Birdland
Birdland is a place that bleeds jazz. Cassady bopped here. Miles blew here. Miles was silent here. The atmosphere was full of musical expectation when I arrived, alone, for the 9 PM show. I was there an hour early after dropping off the girls at the New Amsterdam Theater to see the Broadway production of Mary Poppins. Highly anticipated by them, the show did not disappoint as I found out later. As for me, the three hour getaway was an opportunity for observation and experience. I had no plans beyond walking them to the show, and after one more rejection of my wife's invitation to experience Mary Poppins with them; I was walking the streets of Times Square.
All of humanity seemed represented. Everyone with a destination. Seemingly not me. I was content to see, to hear, and to taste the heart of Manhattan. After wandering fully engaged and alive, I took a back street and spotted Birdland. The familiar place was noticed by accident but immediately remembered from the book I was currently reading-Desolation Angels by Kerouac. The $30 cover only caused a brief pause and was partly overcome by the footnote of the hostess, "That also includes a free drink ticket," she proudly informed me.
"Here you go." I quickly handed over the cash not wanting to give the impression that $30 was a big deal. Earlier in the month, $30 would have been a huge amount as we continued our paycheck to paycheck, suburban, family of four existence. Thankfully, our current month's paycheck had been deposited a couple of days prior and were a loaded gun. My father’s generosity and ashes to ashes perspective provided additional traveling funds. God had continued to provide and we continued to worry. Hopefully, middle age will bring more trust as we find ourselves on the downhill path of life. Maybe we can coast a bit more. Reflect on what we've become, on what we've created, and the miracles we've seen. We've been trusted. No worries or anxieties engulfed me that night as I sat at Birdland's bar, my girls tucked safely in their Broadway seats six blocks away.
Perhaps the finest bartender in New York greeted me with a warm smile and an eager look as he quickly locked into my needs. "What can I get you my friend?" he asked while leaning over the bar, looking me right in the eyes, and glowing. I captured his full attention. This struck me as unique due to my earlier New York service industry experiences.
"How 'bout a Stella?” I inquired with my normal slow paced, Texas drawl.
"Coming right up my friend." he said and thirty seconds later I had an ice cold Stella Artois, a frosted glass, and an unordered ice water.
I surveyed the place from my barstool perch. The stage was the first thing I noticed. No question about the main attraction at Birdland. Anyone who took the stage would enjoy a focused, and quiet, audience. The tables were arranged in a semi circle on three levels. Shadowy waiters and waitresses were efficiently serving delicious looking and smelling courses. Half full bottles of wine littered the room. But this was a musician's place. Everything took a backseat and we were reminded at five till 9 by the emcee introducing the night's performance that any noise during the hour-long set was reserved for those on the stage. What a place! The host continued with the introduction, "Tonight we are once again honored to have Regina Carter and the Peacemakers at the historic Birdland." The band entered from behind the stage with an array of instruments and coolly took their places. Then Regina walked out with a violin and unmistakable style. The next hour was pure listening silk as the tight group traded solos and made music as if playing as one. Clearly, they were talented and familiar with each other. Regina, for her part, was excellent at taking the spotlight, giving it up, regaining it, and in the end, not needing it. The music was the thing and didn't need light. I closed my eyes through most of the performance. A scotch finale, purchased with my drink ticket, had me exiting Birdland loose and satisfied.
Unfortunately, my final impression was forged by the gift booth on the way out. The sad sight of t-shirts, snow globes, coffee mugs, and key chains gave me a brief pause. Snow globes? Was this the Birdland of old or a cash cow trading on the legendary reputation of prior years? Regina and her band mates delivered a tremendous show, but an authentic experience seemed elusive. My youngest daughter collects snow globes.
2/21/10
Hearing You
i hear you through the wind under the door
shouting my name over and over
"can you hear me?" you plead while preparing
preparing for sleep and eternal rest
listen, listen to the voice of this night
it clearly tells you to be quiet
silence will help you understand the wise words
telling, teaching, begging, laughing, moaning
how long will you sleep tonight?
how many dreams will you forget?
when you awake open your heart to the new
always new
always promise
always hope
always faith
always
always
sleep my baby
i hear you
shouting my name over and over
"can you hear me?" you plead while preparing
preparing for sleep and eternal rest
listen, listen to the voice of this night
it clearly tells you to be quiet
silence will help you understand the wise words
telling, teaching, begging, laughing, moaning
how long will you sleep tonight?
how many dreams will you forget?
when you awake open your heart to the new
always new
always promise
always hope
always faith
always
always
sleep my baby
i hear you
2/14/10
Hoboken
last night i went to hoboken
to see a hobo i knew
he was lost in the fog and dancing
asked me if i had a brew
took him to a pub called o'gormans
and drank til one or two
the bartender called the police
when i beat a man with my shoe
he had called me a stinking bum
when i bumped into his girl
took a swing at my friend, the hobo
and both my fists became curled
"i might stink like a rat", i had said
"and i know i'm full of rum.
but no one's gonna hit my buddy,
no one's gonna call me a bum."
that was my first mistake
being so thin skinned
the man was just protecting his lady
and we were butting in
but i was full of booze
and that man, he was too
two simple minded drunks
fighting with our shoes
the police pulled me off the man
his woman spit in my face
they cuffed me and read me my rights
then took me out of that place
sitting in the jailhouse now
bottom front tooth broken
wondering if my hobo friend
made it back to hoboken
to see a hobo i knew
he was lost in the fog and dancing
asked me if i had a brew
took him to a pub called o'gormans
and drank til one or two
the bartender called the police
when i beat a man with my shoe
he had called me a stinking bum
when i bumped into his girl
took a swing at my friend, the hobo
and both my fists became curled
"i might stink like a rat", i had said
"and i know i'm full of rum.
but no one's gonna hit my buddy,
no one's gonna call me a bum."
that was my first mistake
being so thin skinned
the man was just protecting his lady
and we were butting in
but i was full of booze
and that man, he was too
two simple minded drunks
fighting with our shoes
the police pulled me off the man
his woman spit in my face
they cuffed me and read me my rights
then took me out of that place
sitting in the jailhouse now
bottom front tooth broken
wondering if my hobo friend
made it back to hoboken
2/8/10
Two Wooden Oars Part III
trading off on each side of the boat, deville, stubborn and burning still, continued at a lesser pace. hawkeye's neck was as red as a robin. we got through the medium waters then a final wind burst and we struggled to the shore. only two hundred yards from where deville had two hours earlier called us to attention. each of us made a dry landing, dover commenting again on the wonder of it all. each of us exited the craft leisurely and carefully. but land was welcome and more appreciated than before. by me for sure. i looked back and saw from where we came. the cove we were in protected us from the fierce wind out on the open water. where we started. where we cursed. where we gave up. where we kept going. where we found it. we could do anything now. a weight was lifted. the world seemed lighter then, easier. it was too good of a feeling not to be temporary. so we enjoyed it while it lasted.
the half mile hike to deville's fishing cabin seemed inadequate. the by sea drama would cleary not play out in the by land part of our day's challenge. when we arrived we could still not enter the heavily thought of cabin. the keys had to be retireived from the parked truck. dover and deville did the final walk and we eventually gained entry into the well build and tidy structure. entry was welcomed with a rush to the cold beer and a recounting of the story. hawkeye played some heavy metal, catfish pleaded for a change to some cajun blues. we decided it was a story of water and land. catfish baited. catfish caught. catfish still alive.
the spark plug needed was found on a 70's era moter deville had in his shed. after some modifications to make it "fit right", it started the moter when we returned. as the sun gave its last light of the day i was, strangely, not worried that we would break down again. duncan and dover had demanded my partnership with deville to retrieve the stranded boat and return the injured craft to its trailer home. i jumped at the chance. i had to see how this story would end.
we drifted slowly by the shoreline and when deville was confident we were good to go, he hit it hard and we roared to the open water toward the slip. he backed the truck, lowered the trailer, hooked up the boat, secured it expertly, and gave one last curse. we drove back to the cabin with expectations of rest and food to come. the final ray of light was squeezed out of the days sun as we pulled up. thank you day.
deville, not to be unprepared, had already slow-cooked a deer shoulder roast while we were out. no doubt he had hit it with an arrow just months previously. heart shot. potatoes, carrots, gravy, hot bread, coffee and apple pie completed the enourmous feast. the night ended quickly. time seemed unimportant. we were alive. that was important. why did we not turn into a Spur Gazette headline? we would have likely made the dallas morning news. living is more fun. it should be. it can be.
as i drifted off that night, i was so happy to be sleeping. about to dream. as we remembered who did what, before lights out, i glanced up above the often used fireplace. there, situated at right angles framing the hour fast clock, two wooden oars.
the half mile hike to deville's fishing cabin seemed inadequate. the by sea drama would cleary not play out in the by land part of our day's challenge. when we arrived we could still not enter the heavily thought of cabin. the keys had to be retireived from the parked truck. dover and deville did the final walk and we eventually gained entry into the well build and tidy structure. entry was welcomed with a rush to the cold beer and a recounting of the story. hawkeye played some heavy metal, catfish pleaded for a change to some cajun blues. we decided it was a story of water and land. catfish baited. catfish caught. catfish still alive.
the spark plug needed was found on a 70's era moter deville had in his shed. after some modifications to make it "fit right", it started the moter when we returned. as the sun gave its last light of the day i was, strangely, not worried that we would break down again. duncan and dover had demanded my partnership with deville to retrieve the stranded boat and return the injured craft to its trailer home. i jumped at the chance. i had to see how this story would end.
we drifted slowly by the shoreline and when deville was confident we were good to go, he hit it hard and we roared to the open water toward the slip. he backed the truck, lowered the trailer, hooked up the boat, secured it expertly, and gave one last curse. we drove back to the cabin with expectations of rest and food to come. the final ray of light was squeezed out of the days sun as we pulled up. thank you day.
deville, not to be unprepared, had already slow-cooked a deer shoulder roast while we were out. no doubt he had hit it with an arrow just months previously. heart shot. potatoes, carrots, gravy, hot bread, coffee and apple pie completed the enourmous feast. the night ended quickly. time seemed unimportant. we were alive. that was important. why did we not turn into a Spur Gazette headline? we would have likely made the dallas morning news. living is more fun. it should be. it can be.
as i drifted off that night, i was so happy to be sleeping. about to dream. as we remembered who did what, before lights out, i glanced up above the often used fireplace. there, situated at right angles framing the hour fast clock, two wooden oars.
Two Wooden Oars Part II
broken spark plug. deville had never heard of such a thing. "this just doesn't happen. spark plugs don't break." he assured. "i can't believe i don't have an extra spark plug." he wondered aloud. He had diagnosed the problem after furiously pulling the cover off the engine and digging through the often dug in mass of metal and wires. at that moment i allowed a quick, but unsuccessful, promise to learn more about basic engine care and maintanence. what if i was caught-up alone in the desert or somthing? i irrationally wondered. although a solo west coast trip to see the great pacific waters had long been anticipated, it was likely years off. deville cursed along. hawkeye serving diligently as right hand man to the captain. deville knew he was thrust into the position of savior and he tried everything to get that thing going.
catfish was despondent and unbelieving. "you mean this engine is broke again?" he had been on the same lake with deville four months prior. he'll never forget the late night breakdown that preceeded a three hour row across the entire lake with a kids plastic paddle and a piece of partical board. same engine. bad battery. same predicament. this was too much for catfish to absorb.
i, unknowingly, added to his burden with the obvious reminder, "man the fish are primed to be caught, the bait is taking its hold. come on deville, your reputation as the west texas super hero is on the line." catfish moaned and cursed in his soul. i felt i was living some dream. some test to justify faith in others. as if it could be justified. deville called out for a bottle cap. i handed him the steel modelo top and saw fear in his eyes as he grabed it from my hand. he claimed that this was going to work. and it did. breifly and almost tragically.
deville's repeated attempts at a solution yielded passing hope as he used the bottle cap with his right limb and hit the starter with his left, stretched over the entire length of the boat. we all kept out of the way as he deperately performed this spectacle. like kids. suddenly and without warning, deville got the engine cranked. incredible i thought. he steered away from the tree stump we had drifted to, saved hawkeye's life with his now free right hand and had us out into open water, heading for the boat slip and a final resolution to the spark plug debacle. we'll be back to our fish hunt in no time. he was very relieved. a hero from the land of dust. catfish was estatic, remembering the ordeal of the summer. no one knew how deep the seed of gratefulness was planted in dover's heart. he had stared down either death or disfigurement at the hands of that tree stump. the maneuver had been swift and upon recounting, a truly ugly scene was avoided due to the actions of deville. he was looking at the driver like an angel, sent to save him at this moment. which of course he was. "you guys don't realize how close i was to falling out onto that tree. you could be searching the bottom for me right now. knocked out. drowned." he still felt the adreneline in his veins.
"dover, i'd a tried for about fifeteen minutes," joked catfish, "but i have a family to protect. i couldn't put myself at risk like that." we could make light now. even hawkeye laughed loudly. i piled on the innocent insults. true, the baited west side would go unfished, but we would avoid a second White River Lake situation. Then the engine died, not to be resurrected again without finding land. land was way off. the wind was way high. white caps punished the small boat.
it was very predicatable, looking back, as deville told us to "grab that oar and hand me the board."
duncan was beside himself. "fix it deville!" he screamed. "i can't belive this. twice! on the same boat in the same lake! damn! damn!" on and on. "you didn't put two new oars in the boat after last time?"
"nope", replied deville, caring nothing about catfish's misery. pointing across the white caps, against the direction of the wind, he said, "we need to head over to that beach. we have to." it was way off and inconcievable that the desired beach could be reached. we were being blown violently the other way. quickly drifting out to the dreaded middle. right then fellings of dispair, despondency, soberness, and dread engulfed the boat.
you read about lake drownings all the time. ONLY THREE OF FOUR MEN MISSING. ONE CONFIRMED DEAD AS HE WASHED UP ON THE NORH MARSH, i could envision the headlines. however, for all, a feeling of excitment rose up. adventure. "we have to", deville had said. this is the statement we responded to. trying will not work unless it works. it was a singular mission and we had to. go across the lake, against a significant wind, to the pointed at spot. dover paddled with incredible vigor. some new strength had been found. he was exausted by the end. catfish, having been through this before, knew the needed effort. my fitness club membership was paying off as i took my turn and smoothly powerd the boat, finding a rythym and sticking to it until well after a burn screamed. deville wouldn't give up the particle board until it was evident we were going to make it. only then did he let anyone take a turn. the pure awkwarness and extreme uncomfort of trying to use the board in the back of the boat was ridiculous and i stopped shortly after my completely ineffective turn started. same for duncan and dover. we went back to trading the kid's plastic paddle in the front. through the roughest part and becoming assured of success, our efforts were going to be rewarded.
by this time, completely exhausted, catfish was over the disappointment of the lost fish, "we could have died out there. great work guys. deville, how the hell did you use that board for an hour straight. you didn't stop."
"just paddling." said deville to know one in particular. he was moving something to somewhere. staying busy on the crowded boat. That is when our hope truley came back. when it was clear. when it was evident. i think of hope as the best thing in the world. would faith be attainable without hope? and vice versa? God's gift to us. another gift to us. we worked harder after hope. worked together after hope. we got to hope through faith. faith in another and others.
"i can't belive no one's fell off this boat.", hawkeye said softly.
catfish was despondent and unbelieving. "you mean this engine is broke again?" he had been on the same lake with deville four months prior. he'll never forget the late night breakdown that preceeded a three hour row across the entire lake with a kids plastic paddle and a piece of partical board. same engine. bad battery. same predicament. this was too much for catfish to absorb.
i, unknowingly, added to his burden with the obvious reminder, "man the fish are primed to be caught, the bait is taking its hold. come on deville, your reputation as the west texas super hero is on the line." catfish moaned and cursed in his soul. i felt i was living some dream. some test to justify faith in others. as if it could be justified. deville called out for a bottle cap. i handed him the steel modelo top and saw fear in his eyes as he grabed it from my hand. he claimed that this was going to work. and it did. breifly and almost tragically.
deville's repeated attempts at a solution yielded passing hope as he used the bottle cap with his right limb and hit the starter with his left, stretched over the entire length of the boat. we all kept out of the way as he deperately performed this spectacle. like kids. suddenly and without warning, deville got the engine cranked. incredible i thought. he steered away from the tree stump we had drifted to, saved hawkeye's life with his now free right hand and had us out into open water, heading for the boat slip and a final resolution to the spark plug debacle. we'll be back to our fish hunt in no time. he was very relieved. a hero from the land of dust. catfish was estatic, remembering the ordeal of the summer. no one knew how deep the seed of gratefulness was planted in dover's heart. he had stared down either death or disfigurement at the hands of that tree stump. the maneuver had been swift and upon recounting, a truly ugly scene was avoided due to the actions of deville. he was looking at the driver like an angel, sent to save him at this moment. which of course he was. "you guys don't realize how close i was to falling out onto that tree. you could be searching the bottom for me right now. knocked out. drowned." he still felt the adreneline in his veins.
"dover, i'd a tried for about fifeteen minutes," joked catfish, "but i have a family to protect. i couldn't put myself at risk like that." we could make light now. even hawkeye laughed loudly. i piled on the innocent insults. true, the baited west side would go unfished, but we would avoid a second White River Lake situation. Then the engine died, not to be resurrected again without finding land. land was way off. the wind was way high. white caps punished the small boat.
it was very predicatable, looking back, as deville told us to "grab that oar and hand me the board."
duncan was beside himself. "fix it deville!" he screamed. "i can't belive this. twice! on the same boat in the same lake! damn! damn!" on and on. "you didn't put two new oars in the boat after last time?"
"nope", replied deville, caring nothing about catfish's misery. pointing across the white caps, against the direction of the wind, he said, "we need to head over to that beach. we have to." it was way off and inconcievable that the desired beach could be reached. we were being blown violently the other way. quickly drifting out to the dreaded middle. right then fellings of dispair, despondency, soberness, and dread engulfed the boat.
you read about lake drownings all the time. ONLY THREE OF FOUR MEN MISSING. ONE CONFIRMED DEAD AS HE WASHED UP ON THE NORH MARSH, i could envision the headlines. however, for all, a feeling of excitment rose up. adventure. "we have to", deville had said. this is the statement we responded to. trying will not work unless it works. it was a singular mission and we had to. go across the lake, against a significant wind, to the pointed at spot. dover paddled with incredible vigor. some new strength had been found. he was exausted by the end. catfish, having been through this before, knew the needed effort. my fitness club membership was paying off as i took my turn and smoothly powerd the boat, finding a rythym and sticking to it until well after a burn screamed. deville wouldn't give up the particle board until it was evident we were going to make it. only then did he let anyone take a turn. the pure awkwarness and extreme uncomfort of trying to use the board in the back of the boat was ridiculous and i stopped shortly after my completely ineffective turn started. same for duncan and dover. we went back to trading the kid's plastic paddle in the front. through the roughest part and becoming assured of success, our efforts were going to be rewarded.
by this time, completely exhausted, catfish was over the disappointment of the lost fish, "we could have died out there. great work guys. deville, how the hell did you use that board for an hour straight. you didn't stop."
"just paddling." said deville to know one in particular. he was moving something to somewhere. staying busy on the crowded boat. That is when our hope truley came back. when it was clear. when it was evident. i think of hope as the best thing in the world. would faith be attainable without hope? and vice versa? God's gift to us. another gift to us. we worked harder after hope. worked together after hope. we got to hope through faith. faith in another and others.
"i can't belive no one's fell off this boat.", hawkeye said softly.
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