Chapter 4: Love and ACM

And now I'm here!
Fully committed!
Fully engaged!
Gleaming titanium curvy in area rule,
covering spinning and pounding hearts of the most cool and calculating rage.
Glorious logic and amalgams of human interest and metallurgy.
The roar of those hearts grandeurous and terrible.
Wings as strong my savior himself.
The nimbus tremble and applaud.
The birds dive.

Don't throw stones at sleeping lions my dear.
Don't wake my longing.
A monster of incredible power,
unfelled from these skies.
Many waters have never defeated true love,
nor will they!
That monster at my very core bellowing his constant din
The shock waves rippling outward
Those shoulders, bristling with a barely controlled energy,
and concern.

To my equal: do I not term you as "My Equal"?
I challenge you to commit!
You've tempted.
You've hinted.
You've prodded.
Now commit, and know the most incredible dog fight you will ever know.
I am now awake and sparkling with rage.
I an now high in the heavens and unloading over the top
Those motive power plants, emotive and crushing, nominal and at 100 percent
My random on target
That final step, to answer the growling of that missle,
desiring much to fly.
That missle hard wired to my heart.
I have only to fire.

So to my equal, I bid you commit
And if not, bug out!
And be good at the bugging!
Your next query aloft will meet with apathy!

Chapter 3

I have more then enough fuel for this trip
so I'll enjoy the climb out, afterburners alight.
The lights of the Canaries twinkling to the South West.
I should never have been here.
Here, in Baal-Peor.
Haunted by the wondrous scents of Solomons downfall.

The blood of Phinehas courses through me!
What else should I have wanted?
What else could I have needed?
My truest love, an anchor in reality and eternity
The provider of what's timely and needful,
however temporal.
Let the set of my brow not waver.

Know this, fellow wrestlers, that I am yet uncommitted.
Having not known, I still hoped that she would see as did Ruth
And still do even now
But I will not give chase!
Only bits of data, as seeds towards a future germination, should it occur.
A hopeful blossom sprouting from good ground,
born for the endeavor.

So let's let the engines sing
and head downhill
Those small lights out there on the water:
vessels full of souls that will only hear
as we blast Red Route 1 just over the water
Southward to the West Indies
Where I am placed by the kind hands of my truest love.

Bent is kinda screwing with me here

With you in my garden
its more peaceful inside
I don’t need anything else
to make me feel alive

You electrify me
And I want to be in your arms
for always
for always

Our love is swollen
Made of the quietest shade of loud
Holds me like an anchor
Floats just like a cloud

More love

I think the Hello Kitty sticker is a nice touch.

Steps taken:

1) Bead blast
2) Clean with acetone
3) 2 coats of VHT header paint
4) Light sanding with paper towel
5) 2 more coats of header paint
6) Cured in the oven (three step process)
7) 4 coats of Duplicolor High Temp Clear
8) Light sanding with paper towel.

It looks a lot better the picture suggests.

The ending of quandary

I'm in a bad way, dearest Dido
Made asunder by the terrible forces of duty and love in conflict
A duty as strong as love
A duty stronger then love
The rage of war stronger everyday
The cries of the the spirit strong
I will not leave my master!
I can not leave my master, in spite of now being where dreamt
In that strong embrace of the Med and Atlas Mountains
The bosom of the Maghreb
A love swollen with the herbs of Anatolia
Lips like the jewels of Carthage
If you follow me Elissa, follow my objective,
that my duty is your love and greater then your love for me.
I promise there will be no more wandering!
Your brow set in the same direction as mine,
that we may fight the same war,
and shoulder to shoulder, serve the same sun.

Dragonfly revisited

Deep water

Well, who would've thought it?
Who would've considered?

And now in the face of potential fade
I can't help but wonder if the feeling grays elsewhere.
I have nothing but Fridays to judge
and how much can they say?
Yet flanking me, perched on wood,
and consumed of consuming sweet rice,
I can't help but jump inside.

I have so much to give up
and so long to go.

And what of those other times?
I've locked those away and considered
forgetting where I put them.
But the rocks were to real,
the feet too big,
the sand between our toes just the same,
and the little things too little.
I am coopted.
The deep water just a little farther out there,
yes, that way.
And we never knew it.
That wonderful blue compiled of the little things,
extremely precious and watery in the sun,
I have so long to go.

And what should I have done?
Officer please believe me,
don't you work this beach?
Aren't you here to protect me?
It came from out there
and stole our well being!
Tilted our even keel.
Under the cover of little things,
empty malt bottles,
and stupid conversations
it move in
it invaded.
Yes, from out there
from the deep water.

Or did we go to it?
I have so far to go.

But now there are only Fridays,
and no more afternoons at that,
with that precious brown fluid
finding purchase on places never intended.
But never to worry, it washes out,
and memories along with it.
But could we have known?
If so, I would've accepted every drop with glee,
and held it as most precious.
Even the dangerous saliva,
conducive to rashes and the red ring,
I would've cherished as the life blood itself,
and taken inside of me.

But now there are only Fridays,
and they've just prolonged the trip inland.
Elongated the process of going places I don't want to go.
And leaving places I never intended visiting.
But the weight is upon me even now,
taking away my breath,
even away from the water,
and flying eggs,
and the feel of big feet in my hands.
I sob at the loss,
or is it the realization?
That we sounded into the deep waters
and rolled in the sands of concern
and never knew we were there.

08/15/2001

Ahh.... New love!

Yeah, that should do it!

Redress

Allready I am heading west towards Gibraltar.
Westward away from those strong shoulders and soft skin of the Black sea.
That tounge from antiquity.
Self amotion starting even before self acknowledgement
The saliva still fresh on my lips.

"I have heared my masters call" says my heart.
Lightly intermingled through the winds of time.
Never far away.

That last look into jet black eyes.
That feeling of emptiness.

So I'm not crazy after all

This about says it all!



And BTW, if you're not a geek or PHP guy, feel free to ignore this post. As a matter of fact, you may be happier if you do.

Chapter 1

Most beautiful!
Full with the scent of an Ottoman breeze.
My dream of Anatolia.
My Dunya.
When you smile, the stars twirl and twinkle the brighter.
When you hug me, the trees stand up and take notice.
When you kiss me, the dolphins cheer and cavort in their watery applause.
Your kiss more powerful then happiness itself!
The wind returns to whisk away my evening clouds.
The moon rising and waxing over my content nightime ocean.
And Pontos, approving of your embrace, inviting us into the cool waters of concern.