Grace Jones - La Vie En Rose

Take me to your moment
Any moment you choose
Just take me there
I will follow
Taste all of you
Right there
I can and will
Fly wherever
Whenever
That is 
Our goal
To share the best
Ever dreams
Together
As one
Take me there
I can and will
Fly
Wherever.

I started writing this blog because I was searching for myself. I wanted to have a reason. I look back now and realize that it all has to do with my angel. My mother has always stood firmly by me. She hoped the best. It was hard, as she, herself never had such. I was born in a city that like other cities produces characters who are so very similar to actors. I grew older sooner. I walked over the line more often then not. She, my mom still stood there. Mothers do that. I wandered far far away. It is her blessing that I was able to do so.
Her Bronx was not good enough for her sons. We talk 6000 miles apart these days. She hugs me tightly. The flowers that bloom daily outside in this tropical Disneyland are her gift. I realize that now. My Hawaiian nights are her gift. Thank you Mom!

myway

I've done it my way. That is true to a certain extent. Mostly I am a gleaming sort of guy. I have this way of listening and hearing. Each thing, either heard or seen plays a song in my head. The records all meant something. The choices were momentary and yet lasting. I think mostly in prose. Songs measure high on my list of things that move me. I find great attraction to performance. The picture you see is one of my collection of memories. The young sailor is my father. I only knew him for a moment. But, as my mother says "blood is thicker then water." I know I am him. I started just as most others... a happenstance of lustful passion. Passion to this day is my uppermost thoughtful longing. I know there are those that cringe at such. Whatever! I admit my desire. I want love. I want to make love anytime and anywhere. I am going to tell you how I feel now and once upon a time. I will include those words to the songs that I heard along the way. That is my poetry heard. I never read much. So I will start wandering and hope you enjoy the passage. If not...Oh well.

(by eric clapton)

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Chorus

Bell bottom blues, don’t say goodbye.
I’m sure we’re gonna meet again,
And if we do, don’t you be surprised
If you find me with another lover. 

I enlisted in 1965.  My bell bottoms with thirteen buttons landed on both domestic and foreign shores. Strutting, then casting them on many a floor was great adventure and a young man's poetry rolled into one.  

Chapter2

IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE

IF YOU EVER
EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND
ABOUT LEAVING
LEAVING ME BEHIND
JUST GIVE IT TO ME
GIVE YOUR SWEET LOVIN’
GIVE IT ON BACK TO ME
YEAH...YEAH...YEAH...YEAH!


Always the same dream
I had her
She kissed me
and
I her.

Waking I am alone
       but
That PASSION lives on
Not as yesterday
But as ETERNITY.

Realized over and over.

Waking is time spent
Awaiting
Yet another
You...kissing.

IF YOU EVER
EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND
ABOUT LEAVING
LEAVING ME BEHIND
JUST GIVE IT TO ME
GIVE YOUR SWEET LOVIN’
GIVE IT ON BACK TO ME
YEAH...YEAH...YEAH...YEAH!



these are my
now
HAWAIIANIGHTS

I have loved

and will
I hope
do so
EVER MORE!

START YOUR ENGINES!

It was bright and clear as we sped northerly. Christian nimbly ran through gear changes. Alpine villages appeared in the distance and moments later became distorted flashes of color quickly lost behind us. My mind at first sought shelter but soon I was enjoying the sensation of living on the edge. I had no idea as to where we were going. We coursed off the Autobahn and passed a signpost announcing SALZBURG. A short distance down the valley road we passed through an open gate. "We are here!" Before us was a collection of trailers, cars and lots of people. We stopped alongside one of those trailers upon which were two Porsches. As we got out of the car I realized that all of the cars around us were Porsches. "Welcome to the annual Vienna Porsche Club Rally. Gerhart this is Charles." "Ah yes Christian phoned me yesterday and said he was bringing you along. This will be fun." "It is incredible. Charles you arrived just the right time. Gerhart the green one don't you think?" "Yah, why not." "We have decided you will drive that green car." "What?" Christian explained the details of the rally as I followed and lent a hand to both he and his brother as they unloaded the vehicles from the trailer. Every year all of the members of the auto club get together and race their cars, one against the other. There are two days of practice and on the third day the actual event. The real kicker is that there are professional race car drivers who critique the individual owners and offer suggestions that should increase their skills. Emphasis is put on the speedway's turns. 
We checked into the hotel that bordered the raceway. The entire place was booked by the club. By day the attire was the helmets and goggles and the sounds of high pitched whining engines. By night it was lederhausan, umm paa paa, and large quantities of beer. I was guest and witness to an elitist extravaganza. 

I came in last!
I also had a great time.
At the victory celebration I had the occasion to meet the winner. "Great race!" "Ahh...that was child's play. You know the big semi rigs.., those diesel ones. I race them! Now that is fun!"