Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Couldn’t think of a better title.

So, let’s get right to the action.

The neighbor’s dwarf hen has visited the construction site everyday for the past two weeks.

She delivers an egg every other day. Now, if I can teach her to make bacon and brew some coffee, I will be all set.

My roof is up. (Bad joke).

Since I am no longer allowed to work on my own hut, I have been shopping for curtains, bathroom tiles, furniture, etc.

Found this fish art in a mall. He is made of ladles, spoons, empty bottle and spatulas.

A closer look.

A mall aquarium.

Selected the dark gray tile pattern for the bathroom. It should stand out beautifully against a contrast of a white and light gray scheme for the other tiles and bathroom floor.

You had no idea the Beach Boy could get all HGTV on you. Did ya?

I attended a baby shower this past weekend. Pearla (black dress) the momma to be and her hubby Johan, the father to be, asked me to be the Godfather to be, to their baby to be. His name will be Axel and his estimated time of arrival is late October.

What would the end of the day be like without a gorgeous sunset? Well, I guess it would be the end of a day without a gorgeous sunset.

Seriously, I am doing very well. I followed doctor’s orders. (Something very new for me).

Thank you all for your beautiful messages and concern. Sigh. So sweet of all of you. Much like the mosquitos on the island, you have touched me in places you will never know.

And this concludes…..

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As If Anybody Really Cares)

Will leave comments open for a while to have a few laughs. Enjoy the end of the week.

if I give you all the love

if i give you all the love

I give you my vulnerability
the crescendo of my final breath
my vagabond shadow
so yours never has to walk alone
take the beauty of my quixotic dreams
the circus of my lunacy
the heat of my voice
to evaporate your tears
for its you
my love
who has etched
your words on my bones
my goddess of poetry
what to do
my love
to gain your attention
to win your heart and affection
perhaps, you will be mine
if I give you all the love
no one ever gave to me

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?”

“Alive.”

———–

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). 

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.

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