Imagination… a short story

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COW WRANGLERS OF MARS

When I was amongst the cow wranglers of Mars my perspective of an earthly life turned green with envy and red with admiration.  They, the brave cow wranglers, worked in conditions unfit for that of the meager, earthly human.  Their matter of fact attitude that the only thing that was important was the job at hand – cow wrangling.

Now, to the human mind and eye wrangling cattle seems antiquated and old school.  However, on Mars these creatures weigh many tons and are more than three meters in height and nine meters in length.  Add to that the fact that they are a wild beast upon the red planet and highly sought out for the delicacy they bring to the dinner table.  Also, the abundance of vegetation across the vast red plains lends itself to an exuberant feast for the daring bovine.  After all, like the human to its cattle on earth, size does matter.  But, I digress!

What drew me to the cow wranglers of Mars was not such a distant stretch to the imagination of most children born in the time of blight and famine on Earth.  No, we all dreamt of plates and plates of meat and vegetables and all the liquid we could consume.  And now, a dream come true in its most selfish form…Here I stand at last and in awe.  I have no time for altruism, not here!

As I observed the cow wranglers of Mars pursuing the ever roaming, consuming monsters my mouth begins to water.  I know that behind the walls of the home where I was invited to live and be part of so many years ago by my new Martian family there would be a banquet tonight overflowing with enormous dishes of beef on radiantly adorned tables.  Decanters of salacious libations await.  Vintages never imagined upon the world of my nascence are raised to plump perfection and the juice of the God’s extracted from what the mineral rich soils here give birth.  Unimagined wines so salubrious that there is no guilt in consumption.

My thoughts lose focus as the brightness of the giant sun beams down on my face.  Heat and the lapping of waves pierce my serenity, and, just like that, I am awake.  Awake from a dream.  I lay, no longer shaded by the huge umbrella that guarded me in my slumber, but on the sun-soaked beach.  Man!  What a dream!  Cow wranglers of Mars?  Hahahahaha…. I think I must have really needed this vacation.

 

Finally free… a song

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SACHET BY

The years are now behind her

A final walk out through that door

And the nightmare she was living in

Stole her dreams and so much more

Some say it was courage

Oh…. But others, they know the truth

And rumors have their ways of making victims out of you

 

She won’t cry for him

She won’t mourn the loss

Life’s a high again

Pain her only cost

She lost all the years

And oh…., She cried all the tears

Welcome to a great big world… mmm mmm

Sachet by

 

In town, all eyes upon her

But she holds her head up high

And to the ones who found her, yeah

Just like a lullaby

Out there in the sunshine

Oh, for all the world to see

No longer underneath the thumb

Broken soul, not will, but free

 

And, she won’t cry for him

She won’t mourn the loss

Life’s a high again

Pain her only cost

She lost all the years

And oh…., She cried all the tears

Welcome to a great big world… mmm mmm

Sachet by

 

(Instrumental – violins)

 

The years are now behind her

A final walk out through that door…

 

(Drum build-up)

 

She won’t cry for him

She won’t mourn the loss

Life’s a high again

Pain her only cost

She lost all the years

And oh…., She cried all the tears

Welcome to a great big world… mmm mmm

Sachet by

Commitment… a Christian song

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DEAR LORD

Dear Lord, do you hear me when I’m praying…

Dear Lord, do you hear me when I cry…

Dear Lord, will you answer me by saying…

I walk with you each step and every stride

 

If you commit to me…

Know that I’m here for you

If you submit your heart

I will submit these blessings true

For in the trials of mortal life

I am steady by your side

I gave my Son for you

And on the cross He died

 

Dear Lord, I feel that I’m not worthy

Dear Lord, to walk with head held high

Dear Lord, where is the path you’ve chosen

For a sinner such as me there could be nigh

 

If you commit to me…

Know that I’m here for you

If you submit your heart

I will submit these blessings true

For in the trials of mortal life

I am steady by your side

I gave my Son for you

And on the cross He died

 

Dear Lord, what is this that I’m feeling

Dear Lord, is this presence Holy Ghost

Dear Lord, I bow my head in silence

As I let the Spirit guide this longing soul

 

If you commit to me…

Know that I’m here for you

If you submit your heart

I will submit these blessings true

For in the trials of mortal life

I am steady by your side

I gave my Son for you

And on the cross He died

 

If you commit to me…

Know that I’m here for you

If you submit your heart

I will submit these blessing true

For in the trials of mortal life

I am steady by your side

I gave my Son for you

And on the cross He died…

For all your sins Jesus gave His life

Seriously, this happened… a silly poem

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SHEEDA MOBEEDY

‘Twas a long night of slumber as the weekend made its way.

Clearing out the cobwebs in my head.

Mind and body thankful for respite from the work today.

Reluctant to arise and quit the bed.

Springtime morning brings with it the chittering from without.

Mother Nature’s way of waggling her tongue.

Distinct aroma wafts to me… heavily scented Arabica scout.

Stretch and yawn I know my spring has sprung.

Nonetheless, the usual business when at first, we rise.

Oh floor, you’re so much colder than the air.

Slippers lost beneath the bed as usually they hide.

Ever present monsters take them there.

Alas the wife stirs and smiles welcoming the day.

My loving heart for her is never needy.

She mumbles something so I ask her: “What did you just say?”

“And who the heck is that, Sheeda Mobeedy?”

Laughing hard and doubled over attempting to be strong.

Trying to process my quipped entreaty.

Understanding what she said and what I heard was wrong.

Her reply… “We need to change the sheets on the bed today, my sweetie!”

When we are in need… a poem

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HELP

It wasn’t just that cry in the night.

It wasn’t just one lonely heart.

It wasn’t the solitude deep inside that finally broke and fell apart.

There has always been and will always be seclusion within us all.

Though we try and try to keep it tempered less others see us fall.

Transition occurs in the blink of an eye dismantling the walls we build.

A mere mention of what is conflicting us to another who has the will.

The will to help us see past the haze, the gloom, the “pity is me.”

So often we offer our words and love and forget when we’re also in need.

Before we realize what we’ve done it’s spilled out, too late for retraction.

How did that happen, we ask ourselves, not foreseeing the blessed reaction?

Our true being and meaning in life is to aid others in all we do.

God had plan when He created us all to help others and to Him be true.

Let’s not be wary and strong and brave and put on the usual mask.

Life is too short to not seek the help we need… Really, you need only ask.

Ask your spouse, your partner, your friend, your pastor and let them do what they do.

You’d do the same for them, you know you would, so let them do it too!

Last, but not least, seek He who knows all, He who is always there.

Yes, the simplest and truest way to this life is for us to seek help in prayer.

Young love… a song (written 2014)

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AFTER THE MUSIC STOPS

 

Our eyes met across the crowded floor

And then they parted once again

I was shy beyond my 16 years

So were you up to the end

 

As we watched our friends get up and dance

We still sat there in our chairs

Catching glimpses of the other one

Still constricted by our fears

 

Tell me, won’t you tell me

What happens when the music stops

If I put out my heart and feelings

Could I survive if they were dropped

So do I dare take a giant step

For such a little man

Would I be here if I hadn’t hoped

To finally get my chance

Tell me

What happens

After

The

Music

Stops

 

Was it a courage that I never knew

Existed inside of me

Because the next thing that I knew

I’m in front of you, you see

 

And when you up looked into my eyes

Your hand extended out, just so

I must admit I was surprised

When I took it in my own

 

Tell me, won’t you tell me

What happens when the music stops

If I put out my heart and feelings

Could I survive if they were dropped

So do I dare take a giant step

For such a little man

Would I be here if I hadn’t hoped

To finally get my chance

Tell me

What happens

After

The

Music

Stops

 

I don’t know if our friend did see us

As we walked out on the floor

My nerves were fighting, let go and run

And somehow find the door

 

But the gentle touch of your soft hand

Cemented me in place

Then the song that played was a slow dance

Finally time to find my grace

 

I don’t recall any moves I made

With her out there on that floor

I only knew the comfort that I felt

Her close to me and so much more

 

Tell me, won’t you tell me

What happens when the music stops

If I put out my heart and feelings

Could I survive if they were dropped

So do I dare take a giant step

For such a little man

Would I be here if I hadn’t hoped

To finally get my chance

Tell me

What happens

After

The

Music

Stops

Truths… a very short story

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TIS FOLLY

It was the folly of control that capsized the steady vessel.  A sturdy, rock-solid resolve misplaced and misunderstood by it proprietor.  Theory is but an untested idea birthed in and by the mind of its designer whose intentions, while admirable, fall short of the mark.  No, reality has a means of exploiting even the heartiest of those who dare to dream.  However, where lies the consequence, when, and too often the case, that very shortfall causes ever increasing ripples to nurture what may very well become a tsunami of destruction upon a distant shore.  Pompousness, that ever so sneaky enemy cloaked as friend and companion, blinds the author and further blinds the pupils instilling falsehoods as solid evidences of stoicism.  And yet, the plight of the misguided propagate and fester until the wave is too strong and too fast to prevent catastrophe.  It crashes down taking good, bad and indifferent with it in its wake.  The weak fall fast and easy while the strong do their utmost to resist only to be submerged.  They too drown.  With them they take the last few doctrines of sanity and common sense leaving a whirlpool of depth-less malignancy to spread like an ever-expanding web.  All born out of falsity and misguided idealism.  Egoism, moralism, pragmatism… Tis all folly!