Sarasota FL

Sarasota FL

This land of the first people, the native Indians, was called Sarasota. Today the city dwellers call it “Paradise.” It is a cruel joke flaunted by the city wanabees, and social climbers, who clambering to get their mug shots, in glossy magazines. With all the greed, avarice and under handed deals in this town, it is the devils playground, and many a souls depart, as the corner pronounces death by misadventure.

The origins of this sweet, innocent town called Sarasota are unknown and shrouded in the fog of the bayou backwaters. Historians think the word Sarasota is part of an American Indian language, which meant Point of rocks. It sounds dangerous, if you are on a ship or on shore.

Another old legend suggests that Sarasota means “Place of the dance.” I wonder who all were dancing at this party, I wasn’t there. On the map of 1763 this land mass was called “ZARAZOTE. “ The name itself sounds even more dark, threatening, and very ominous. It could be anything but friendly and inviting.

The medicine man called it where “THE DEVIL DANCES.”

No wonder why Sarasota, has such a bad reputation, year after year. Newspapers have labeled this town as the meanest city in the USA. Many powerful people with influence in this town are heartless towards the downtrodden and homeless brethren. Whenever a homeless shelter is proposed the good citizens rise up in revolt, and say not in my backyard. Homelessness is considered an eyesore, and before you know it laws are enacted to curtail the movement of this silent minority, from area where the affluent dance with mask of impunity.

Sarasota is truly a porous city devoid of any feeling or love for its own.

Sarasota was founded May, 14t 1921. How far have we come 

Matt 8:20

Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.”

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD

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LOVE LIKE NO OTHER

Gentle reminder of the Lords extreme love, grace, forgiveness of our sins. One was the defiant, the other was repentant, and the son of God forgave them both.

GOD BLESS YOU.


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The Ferryman on the river Styx

The Ferryman on the river Styx.

Once when I was young, long time ago, I waited on the coarse and rocky shores of the river Styx with the funeral cortege, and strained my neck to see the boatman. The elders said, young man you do not see the boatman do you, but we do. It’s not your time to the cross the river of despair. Now I fear the night and I fear the deep sleep, that insomniac craves for. I am happy when I open my eyes and the boatman is nowhere in sight.

 From the distant shore the river Styx looks a very dark, forbidding, almost colorless city on the waters with hues of grey and black. Fires burning everywhere, winged birds with scary large beaks, and many gruesome headed animals howling about, on the isles in the river, and multitude of restless souls looking for coins.

But now that I am old and the world has grown weary, and indifferent of me. I see the ferryman , and he sees me ever so clearly, waiting alone with no funeral cortege, to bid me farewell, clenched in my hand my fare that I need , the coins for the boatman, must he row so fast and so eagerly.

God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD

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MANEATERS

MANEATERS

The villager trembled, as death walks with four paws under the forest canopy, it’s the season of death. When the night is king and the queen and daybreak is very, very far away, the sky isn’t blue and the green trees have turned into color noir. This is the time, when sometimes the hunter chases the prey unlike any other; it’s the time of the man eater.

Many a times the prey becomes the hunter, it’s a nightly game that is played out, and the tiger uses all his instincts of million years while the hunter uses his five senses. Only the gun and your heart beat are your companions. There are no shadows in the pond, no birds fly the very blue, and the whole forest watches the hunter and the prey play their role only the end is bloody. The forest has become very foreboding place, and the bear has gone to sleep. Only the owl is the last guardian of wisdom.

In the teepees of the first people, they dream of forest, lakes, no boundaries and endless horizon, but they live on the reservation, on the desert floor and not by choice, and the world as we know it has forgotten them, just like in the forest. One society became the hunter the other a prey, in the end the owl saw no more and he said no more.

God Bless You

May all be well with you?

DMD

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Lost Love

Love mysterious love.

As I sat next to mans closest family member on earth the monkey, we both had the same idea, and without encroaching each other’s space we both sit in a cool mountain spring pool, and contemplated. This town was getting up, and preparing for the challenges of the day. Temple bells harkened the arrival of the new day, the street sweepers swept, the shopkeepers hawked their wares, and the housewife’s stroked the fires for the family breakfast. The holy men chanted and meditated, and traveled light; it was their dream prayer time.

In the distant a very friendly volcano, growled and murmured as it has done for a millennium and thought it was the mouth piece for mother earth. The clouds travelled ever so slowly as they kissed the rim of the crater, and headed east by southeast, they harkened the coming of something wet, yes very wet, it was the coming of the monsoon season.

I looked, for love, but only found regrets, and was consoled by a lost dog, with a smiling face and a wagging tail.  I remembered love, the comedy of love and how I was led astray. What good are guardian angels, you are better off going down the lonely alleys of love, and betrayal yourself, even if you are in a dream. I trust in love and cling to the sweet memories of yesterdays.

I still remember love, it still bewilders me.

Till we meet again, on paradise road.

God Bless You

May all be well with you?

DMD

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How was your summer?

My summer was like a long never ending walk thru the desert of endless, useless repetitive motions. Thanksgiving, 4thof July had no meaning, but left me staring at my shadow in an empty room with no life, and memories with no emotions just waiting for another day.

 I hear laughter, jubilation and sounds of joy on the other side of my door, but it’s quiet as cemetery on the inside of my door. Let the children play and be happy and the community rejoices its repose, as I slowly wither away from myself, my family, my people, and my nation that is far away. My loneliness envelopes me like whirling dervish in a trance.

This was the devils anvil, all retreats are cut off, and this was my winter in the summer of my life. So drink sparingly from the chalice of life as journey is long and arduous, make all thy decision early and wisely.

God Bless You

May all be well with you?

DMD

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Our Nuclear Sea.

Our Nuclear Sea.

No white sails of peace, and tranquility against the backdrop of the virginal sea.

A sea with no boats, big or small, and no fisherman young or old.

No one to harvest the bounty of the sea, as there was no harvest in the sea.

Waters looked so blue but it was only a mirage, it’s the reflection of the sky.

But the sea is black, like china ink black, and the sands are the same that glow in the midnight black. They build it for peace for humanities sake, but nature has its own will, and destiny for mankind.

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

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