Tuesday, March 4, 2008
original draft, no it is not a beer!
Jimmy buffet music melodies dance in my head
one tear too many I trade in tears for each hour that passes by
many times it’s just to survive
Soothing soft and reminiscent of bittersweet days gone by
A car on a beach a girl and all the worlds grown cold
And she’s left by the wayside
Dancing in my head are Jimmy Buffett music melodies
tears so far for each hour that passes by I trade in tears
from the past trading time purchasing each beloved hour
many times can this be to survive
Soothing reminiscent days gone by are memories bittersweet
where is that girl in the blue car on the beach?
all the worlds gone by but there is still that paradise on the beach
my life is a juke box repetition of worn and sturdy melodies
life is a lesson. This world she can be most bittersweet
I wonder about pain how just a release is hard won by tears
what is left in my life to help remedy pain just to survive
tell me torment can be summed up to pass in just an hour
symphonies my heart beats that tempo paradise lost one more hour
beseeching memories like clockwork my brain seeks that same beach
oceans deep, travelers lost how can life portray tragedy, some survive
again crescendos of music waves to my battered soul such melodies
plummeting sapphire cascading waters although they are merely tears
cascading through foggy curtains misty in my mind so bittersweet
before my eyes changes in time much is lost promises so bittersweet
the clock strikes on the hour
buy back a moment of hatred pay for a thousand insults with tears
even now just considering something as beautiful as this beach
world torn wounded from hate sanctuary is provided in melodies
another instance another spar just withdraw into a shell still survive
what remains of the day again she the beach girl can survive
I seek refuge in a beverage it’s taste remains bittersweet
Somewhere a band takes center stage and singer’s refrains are melodies
clocks tick each hand travels past on a whim with it taking in the hour
the sand is sugared crystal heaven at last to reach my goal the beach
the ocean is a vast and looming presence filled by mermaids tears
yes each willowy half fish half woman wept her deluge of tears
perhaps she can tell of a murky prison so far below where she survives
each time I remind myself it can not surpass my dreams this beach
each time my heart beats a memory brings to my mind times bittersweet
Lilly flowers float on water each moment a heartbeat past but the hour
Straining to listen beckons a harp song haunting still are melodies
Purchase paradise with. tears...bittersweet
Join me at last...survive...just for an hour
Tis only crystal sands on our ...beach. you can still hear melodies
Sepia tone jail cell complete with iron bars,
Mystically two enlisted men are the first images
the curious viewer’s eyes greet
For two sailors who are supposedly incarcerated
these two look mighty pleased with themselves.
Are they in trouble or are they just taking advantage of a tourist attraction?
Where have they been? Has it been hell on the front?
Men marched into battle, faced death, wrote home to loved ones, care packages were sent, anticipation, waiting, holding ones breath
A list nothing more than paper to hold on to
All Government issued properties,
better stay in line sailor boy,
On the beach the actions seen, better stay alive sailor boys
each sailor wears a “dog bowl” hat and sailors uniform.
On the pitching deck the gunners raise their eyes
another enemy plane
Better “turn to” sailor boy
on your wits and instinct on a ship of steel
all or many lives depend
will war never end
as such is the outcome of all our wars,
the paper turns over in the winds..,
Officer on the Deck!
At attention now eagle’s eyes are riding high,
Better wave to the flag sailor boy
Pencil writing each stroke a mockery of wars challenges,
wars torn casualties
a card, mortal paper, a memento, a souvenir
It’s good to be alive sailor boy
Nonchalantly, the cursive l’s and r’s flow the letter turns a page
as if he were here in the flesh and blood
Perhaps the fellow sailor in the photo
still remembers my father and their adventures.
My father is an F2c rank.
It is written so
in pencil on the postcard I still cherish
Into my life fading memories stray
This photo was taken on March 22, 1946 in San Francisco, California.
This photo is actually a post card sent to play a joke on my grandmother.
If only she knew, what transpired behind the enemy lines, the terror
a paper, a postcard of wars lives impromptu
On the back of this post card
my father writes to my grandparents
About his adventures as a sailor in the middle 1940’s.
So Igor what's in da Box Dude!
Nevermind Igor. It's time to give a Welcome to the participants from Chelseas Coffee Shop located at 4106 Nasa Rd, El Lago, Texas 281-326-3866
We had a very kewl evening thanks to Professor Stacy Burleson and Professor B. Anderson. Valdos Restaurant and Boondoggles pub are all located in the same parking lot. The view from the waterways is spectacular. Everything turned out well except it was very chilly upstairs. In the mean time keep your eyes upward toward the stars, keep a firm hand on your ships wheel