Wednesday, December 21, 2011

its thundering outside

Got off work an hour or so ago,its raining ,with loud bells of thunder,occasionally,which i love.Storms seem so primal and comforting at the same time,the steady,drop,drop,drop of rain,accompanied by loud booms of sound,quivering the air,vibrating against mans structures,demanding your knowledge of its existence.Hypnotically,drawing you to observe its fiery display,while it shatters your your puny humanity,with ponderous echoes of sound.I love taking a shower,being way too civilized,in warm water,while the elements are unleashing their forces.Thoughts of other times wrap themselves in a comfortable blanket within my mind,almost like being in a womb,of contentment,while hearing the thunder as you would a mothers heartbeat.Here i think happy thoughts,feel the fortunes of my life,give thanks for the joy i have discovered in living,for my life with all that it has entailed,has so many beautiful moments in it.
    My ability to remember things is really not that good,there have been times when i don't remember things others take for granted,and it is biased.Happy things or those things of pleasure seem to sparkle like the tips of a candle,lighting my memories with multiple paths of golden times.Bad things or memories of pain,seem to extinguish themselves in the light of my candles,until their light seems to overcome even the most bitter of times.They,whoever they are,say bad things will pass,with me ,except the daily hardships of life and a few others instances,its like it never happened,so maybe i have been given a gift.I don't know,as i cant say how anyone elses emotions work,life for me is sweeet memories,and the hopes of discovering even more.
    my life growing up,lo!!!!it was not easy.i left home when young,in my early teens,lived on the streets.turbulent times to say the least,made money,keeping score in bowling tournaments,that was a riot.people,at least in my memories,were always nice,bought you drinks,hot dogs or hamburgers,and tipped you .After doing it for a while certain teams would have you keep score for them and you would get to know the players fairly well.One lady,in particular comes to mind.i don't remember her name,but she appeared to be a pretty happy woman and fairly attractive also.she had a nice,and i do mean nice jaguar xke,the kind with 12 cylinders,sweeeeeeeet.Occasionally she would give me a ride after the games to where ever i was going,and even though i had no license,too young,would let me drive it.After awhile she confided to me with smiles that she was having an affair with some guy.Man did i feel like a real grownup,heres this attractive,rich woman,confiding in me,shes having an affair and then asks me to help her by taking her car for a little while,as she meets with her boyfriend.Now it didn't happen often and honestly i did not drive it around a lot as i did not want to go to jail,but damn i sure felt on top of the world when it did and she used to give me enough money afterwards so i did not have to resort to other methods to get food and stuff.Now that's my memory for you,life was difficult on the streets but,instead of remembering how cold it was,the hunger i am sure that i felt,or the fact i had no place to stay,for this period of my life,this bedazzling creature from another world,who made me feel like so much the man,brightens my memories of this magical time.So you tell me,am i not fortunate,instances like this pepper my life,sometimes i think about bad experiences,but my candles of joy always defeat the dark shadows,so i think i am pretty fortunate.The only bad thing is i have a serious tenacity to make the same mistakes,but its ok,because out of those mistakes there are usually golden kernels of joy,my mind will eat,to overcome those black abysses of life's sadder realities.Ah,if i could type better i would keep going but for now, that's a wrap,with me smiling at the keys,as i type goodnight,may your life have the sweetness of my memories and really i cant wish a sweeter thing for you,ttyl,marino.p/s i am going to get that dragon talking program one day,i feel for you then hahahaha.

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