Hospitalized

Hospitalized

Long story short……

I have been busy building a little love hut on this tropical paradise. My friend Berto wanted to give me a break from construction with a day at the beach. We argued over who was driving (my friend is notorious for driving drunk), so I refused to go.

Later that day I learned Berto was in a severe driving accident. He hit a motorist and smacked into two cars. Several people were severly injured.

Guilt was consuming me on every trip I made to the hospital.

Berto pointed at an empty bed in his room, “That would have been yours.”

Back at the construction site, I was as active as can be participating in all aspects of construction. Well, as most of you know I have a blind side (right) I tripped over a block and violently crashed in a wall of blocks.

I woke up in a hospital, lying in the very bed Berto said I was supposed to be in. Stayed there for several days. Thankfully, no concussion. Just intense back pain and some difficulty with mobility.

There in the blue polo is my best friend (and engineer) Titi. My buddy picked me up at the hospital and we drove straight to a beach resort. Where for fours days I was without cell phone or laptop. Just watching the beach, getting constant back massages.

So why the coconut photo? Since I have been on heavy pain meds, coconut water was the only exotic drink I had all weekend.

Will catch up with everyone over the next few days. Two versions of the same post posted today on my blog. I will get to all comments. Please be patient, I will touch all of you when I get back to my room tomorrow.

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart. 

Angelo came to a sudden realization.  “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

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Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

a tiny church

a tiny church

Several years ago, my friend Ramon bought land on a hillptop near the beach. He built a large villa for his family. (This is his view).

There on the side deck, we drink wine and Presidente beer, playing dominoes until all hours of the night. We talk about sports, politics, philosphy, and our favorite subject – women. Last year he told me he wanted to build a small church near the villa. I volunteered to help out. (I had my own ideas of construction in mind).

We built the tiny church during my February/March vacation earlier this year. I laiud blocks, plastered, and mixed concrete. The painting and final touches were completed after I returned to the United States.

The church’s inauguation was this past Saturday. Over 200 persons stood outside the church for a mass and celebration (in blistering 100+ degrees heat). It is the only church in the beach community.

The tiny church only has seating room for 18 persons. It is not the size of the church that mattered. We knew the community would never fit there. It is what it represents.

If I don’t accomplish anything in my life, I know I helped create a little positive place of hope in a corner of the world. And honestly, that is enough for me.

I will let you know of my own construction project in a future post.

floating on rhythmless seas

“I don’t know if we each have a destiny. Or if we’re all just floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think, maybe it’s both.” – Tom Hanks (Forrest Gump)

floating on rhythmless seas

i am a poet
a vagabond soul
captain of a rudderless ship
floating on rhythmless seas
navigated by unseen winds
finding random friends
whenever they appear
accidentally

the ocean is wide
my sail so brief
each wave is an opportunity
luck or chance or inevitability
i cherish every moment
i love ’til it hurts
for who knows where
the currents will take me
as I drift towards my final destiny

our first date

our first date

Yes, I am talking about you and me. Our first date.

Let me warn you, I always say those three little words on a first date.

Let me begin by saying, first dates are for connecting and conversations, finding out if there is chemistry. I don’t believe in movies or Broadway shows on a first date.

It should be all about the conversation.

So, we may begin with a walk in a garden, art exhibit, museum, or book store. If I know anything about you, I will try to start the date viewing something pleasureable to you. It is a good ice breaker. I once started a date with a tom-boy lady friend by playing minature golf (me in a suit and tie, her in a little black dress).

Back to us. Of course, you and I will finally sit down for a fine dinner.

At some point during the dinner conversation, when you least expect it, I will gaze into your eyes and whisper those three little words.

“Tell me more.”

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Photo taken by me during a quiet dinner on this exotic paradise.

sunsets in my soul

sunsets in my soul

her metaphor grazed my lips
reminding me of an island breeze
that trembles my flesh
untouchable words
rejuvenating my heart
as they slowly fill me
with warm verses making me whole
illuminating my days
until they set in my soul