it would of course be a strange proposition
for us as grown people to realize that grown people too need their hands held,
need someone to come with them to cross the road, to leave their other grown friends to run an errand and come back safe. we dont, well. we are not supposed to let children do those things by themselves. there was a time and era no such thing was even thinkable, and that was a long time before the world got upside down and crazy, now that it did , seems that is exactly what we do, for the kids. but it aint supposed to be like that.. but. and. the adults too. and especially maybe, they need looking over
like who would not forbid a young female rider to purchase, what? a 1000 lb speed engine that would take you away in a zwoop and all 100 lbs of flighty you think you can control? when you just started riding? just learned? i am a wannabe biker, first rode fourteen or so years ago. and i know that. you dont? you did nt? none of your friends and family knew that? none of them could have told you not to? advised you differently? and if so, then none of them could have rode with you? you dying by yourself? like a frazzled chicken head? on poisoned feed, slamming into a concrete ballister ? and i hear you were riding with friends and they kept going after you get slammed. is true whey dey say, the take you but they doh bring you back
but the best stories that prove my point, and the one story i woke up writing for and about was the young dude who got hit, bounced, bammed rolled over and supposedly, head squashed in diego sunday morning, after some boat ride, while his best bud, and two girlfriends sit chatting in a car. nothing is more iconographic of doh care, indifference, and if that is too harsh, proving the point of the critcal serious need of your friends to watch over you at all times. yes, us adults. think if i ask those three people if they now prefer to sit in the car chatting rather than to come out and watch their friend or accompany him if they will say yes or no, or jump at the chance to live it all over again? does it not seem really odd stupid and strange for three people to be inches away of a voice, a call or a walking swiftly with out and from the road to avoid death? i am telling you. we are dying and losing limb cause no one is walking with us, no one is holding our hands, people are taking us out but not bringing us back and we do stupid things as normal, until other stupid and unbelievable encounter us at the nexus. when was it ever okay for men to stop anywhere everywhere to pee on the side of the road? in what world would that be considered safe, smart, sane or clean?.
i know my brain vibrates different, but that seems like such dereliction to me. no different from the stories of children being left home alone and burning down house, children crossing the street by themselves and getting knocked down, children left with the wrong people and being mistreated and abused, children left to their own devices to get into all manner of trouble, without guidance, sense or better awareness., and children hanging with friends and the wrong crowd and they take and lead you where they did not accompany you, cant bring you out, or arrive you back home the way you left.. i swear, as i grow older, i see all the sense i railed and was angered about as a child under carl huggins house and rule. is deep to see and learn what can happen, what you were saved and prevented from, what is to be charged against and avoided at all cost.
i used to say you wont be hearing about me in some stupid senseless needless tragedy..i now no longer remember the context situations i envisioned or referenced then. i guess perhaps because there are so many. but if your friends cant watch over you and make sure, are committed in this free society to make sure to drop you the way they pick you up, is best you remain home. cause 'friend' like most other words, otherwise, is just an empty moniker. and we know this too by another means: there are friends if you are going out of their sight, will ask if you want their company, will offer to go with you, and yes, sometimes we or they may feel like they are being a dork, but it is all necessary.
People. we need to hold hands while we are out.
why did our parents and guardians tell us that on our first trips out and away from our homes? that first trip was to school. hold hands while walking the road. hold hands while crossing the street why was that? we just got grown in age and thought all that was not necessary huh?
old times come back again
"hit and run claims the life of twenty six year old" he stopped in a car of four, to pee. i understand that the car hit him and rolled over his head, i have no idea how true that is. i lime at a place with his mother. i heard about it at the watering hole.
the other thing that trips me out is that there seems to be a preponderance of events and accidents here in trinidad that are so tv-ish, horror-film content, and if all of that is still too nefarious, just plain old final destination story line. and i have to tell you , i never heard, watched or followed that film or series, until i came to trinidad and people used that phrase to describe incidents, only then did i go and research. tell me where does a van come out from that you cant see or hear approaching, and at a speed from a distance required to gather to bounce you down with a vengeance. please explain to me all those factors, physics, mathematics and conditions in just the right proportions to make the horrors people are living and visited by these recent days? if you not perplexed, I am. sigh. i dont know what to say again. i just feel the shit happening here not happening no where else, under conditions that make no sense, and no one would believe, or even write in a movie., it is like shit has taken off on its own crazy never to be believed level.
i went to bed early, 11pm, so i could sleep late, and here i am awake before 7, before 8.
it is morning
and i saw marlon mentioned the mother of twins in south but i thought or could not decipher if it was a joke, a quirk or some method of language or joke. i see in a ticker.. another mother? and this time twins? i have no idea where i was but how did i miss that ? i got to say lord put a hand but caught myself. i damn well feel people done put they hand thus all these prices of souls to pay. play you dont know.
i did not even plan to go there, but every havoc has its price and cost, and the most bizarre would be a sign of the equation and the transaction, hence, the collection
cover the door with black cloth, paint blood, pass a covering over, anoint safe passage; me
funny how so many of our literary and dialect terms and phrases are taking a literal life of their own,
{Friends will take you but they wont bring you back}
for us as grown people to realize that grown people too need their hands held,
need someone to come with them to cross the road, to leave their other grown friends to run an errand and come back safe. we dont, well. we are not supposed to let children do those things by themselves. there was a time and era no such thing was even thinkable, and that was a long time before the world got upside down and crazy, now that it did , seems that is exactly what we do, for the kids. but it aint supposed to be like that.. but. and. the adults too. and especially maybe, they need looking over
like who would not forbid a young female rider to purchase, what? a 1000 lb speed engine that would take you away in a zwoop and all 100 lbs of flighty you think you can control? when you just started riding? just learned? i am a wannabe biker, first rode fourteen or so years ago. and i know that. you dont? you did nt? none of your friends and family knew that? none of them could have told you not to? advised you differently? and if so, then none of them could have rode with you? you dying by yourself? like a frazzled chicken head? on poisoned feed, slamming into a concrete ballister ? and i hear you were riding with friends and they kept going after you get slammed. is true whey dey say, the take you but they doh bring you back
but the best stories that prove my point, and the one story i woke up writing for and about was the young dude who got hit, bounced, bammed rolled over and supposedly, head squashed in diego sunday morning, after some boat ride, while his best bud, and two girlfriends sit chatting in a car. nothing is more iconographic of doh care, indifference, and if that is too harsh, proving the point of the critcal serious need of your friends to watch over you at all times. yes, us adults. think if i ask those three people if they now prefer to sit in the car chatting rather than to come out and watch their friend or accompany him if they will say yes or no, or jump at the chance to live it all over again? does it not seem really odd stupid and strange for three people to be inches away of a voice, a call or a walking swiftly with out and from the road to avoid death? i am telling you. we are dying and losing limb cause no one is walking with us, no one is holding our hands, people are taking us out but not bringing us back and we do stupid things as normal, until other stupid and unbelievable encounter us at the nexus. when was it ever okay for men to stop anywhere everywhere to pee on the side of the road? in what world would that be considered safe, smart, sane or clean?.
i know my brain vibrates different, but that seems like such dereliction to me. no different from the stories of children being left home alone and burning down house, children crossing the street by themselves and getting knocked down, children left with the wrong people and being mistreated and abused, children left to their own devices to get into all manner of trouble, without guidance, sense or better awareness., and children hanging with friends and the wrong crowd and they take and lead you where they did not accompany you, cant bring you out, or arrive you back home the way you left.. i swear, as i grow older, i see all the sense i railed and was angered about as a child under carl huggins house and rule. is deep to see and learn what can happen, what you were saved and prevented from, what is to be charged against and avoided at all cost.
i used to say you wont be hearing about me in some stupid senseless needless tragedy..i now no longer remember the context situations i envisioned or referenced then. i guess perhaps because there are so many. but if your friends cant watch over you and make sure, are committed in this free society to make sure to drop you the way they pick you up, is best you remain home. cause 'friend' like most other words, otherwise, is just an empty moniker. and we know this too by another means: there are friends if you are going out of their sight, will ask if you want their company, will offer to go with you, and yes, sometimes we or they may feel like they are being a dork, but it is all necessary.
People. we need to hold hands while we are out.
why did our parents and guardians tell us that on our first trips out and away from our homes? that first trip was to school. hold hands while walking the road. hold hands while crossing the street why was that? we just got grown in age and thought all that was not necessary huh?
old times come back again
"hit and run claims the life of twenty six year old" he stopped in a car of four, to pee. i understand that the car hit him and rolled over his head, i have no idea how true that is. i lime at a place with his mother. i heard about it at the watering hole.
the other thing that trips me out is that there seems to be a preponderance of events and accidents here in trinidad that are so tv-ish, horror-film content, and if all of that is still too nefarious, just plain old final destination story line. and i have to tell you , i never heard, watched or followed that film or series, until i came to trinidad and people used that phrase to describe incidents, only then did i go and research. tell me where does a van come out from that you cant see or hear approaching, and at a speed from a distance required to gather to bounce you down with a vengeance. please explain to me all those factors, physics, mathematics and conditions in just the right proportions to make the horrors people are living and visited by these recent days? if you not perplexed, I am. sigh. i dont know what to say again. i just feel the shit happening here not happening no where else, under conditions that make no sense, and no one would believe, or even write in a movie., it is like shit has taken off on its own crazy never to be believed level.
i went to bed early, 11pm, so i could sleep late, and here i am awake before 7, before 8.
it is morning
and i saw marlon mentioned the mother of twins in south but i thought or could not decipher if it was a joke, a quirk or some method of language or joke. i see in a ticker.. another mother? and this time twins? i have no idea where i was but how did i miss that ? i got to say lord put a hand but caught myself. i damn well feel people done put they hand thus all these prices of souls to pay. play you dont know.
i did not even plan to go there, but every havoc has its price and cost, and the most bizarre would be a sign of the equation and the transaction, hence, the collection
cover the door with black cloth, paint blood, pass a covering over, anoint safe passage; me
funny how so many of our literary and dialect terms and phrases are taking a literal life of their own,
{Friends will take you but they wont bring you back}
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