Loving Places, People and Things

Loving Places People and Things

I still can see the sunlight
filtering through the Pecan and Oak trees
onto the street in front of our house.
The smell of Mimosa in the front yard.

The skinned knees from sidewalk skates.
I think I still have my skate key.
The sounds of the Blue Jays squawking at our cat
as she crept across the side yard.

Playing with lead soldiers in the dirt floor garage
behind the house.
I don't ever remember seeing a car in that garage.
Just junk and bicycle parts and dusty boards.
We used sticks to try to coax the Doodlebugs
out of their cone shaped holes in the dust.

The Privet Hedge beside the driveway had a giant
Wild Cherry Tree growing in it. The tree was taller than our house
and we would sneak out the upstairs window at night
to go play Kick The Can and throw rocks at bats under the street lamp.

We would walk down to the River nearby and swim and fish and
catch Crawfish and Mussels.
The river mud always had a distinctive smell that
I would recognize anywhere.

The Sheer Terror of walking across the Railroad Trestle
and getting caught half way by the train.
Luckily there was a little balcony like thing I could stand on
and watch the wheels of the train taller than my head throwing sparks at they
flew past. A cloud of diesel smoke to remind me not to do that again.

Our house was built by my mother and father with their own hands.
I was born at the little hospital just across the street.

I loved every rock, every tree, every squirrel, every sound and smell.
They are etched into my brain.

The six years I spent there from the time I was born until First Grade
was the only time in my life that felt like Home to me.
My grandparents, parents and several brothers, sisters, nieces and
nephews are buried alongside the Confederate Soldiers who tried in vain
to defend the town and Fort Tyler in one of the last battles of the Civil War.
They all are buried not far from that house.

I was sure I could fly and could walk through walls
and when moving day came I told everybody that if my home made cardboard wings didn't get on the moving van I was not going either.

I have lived in many places since then.
Some good, some miserable, but that was the only place I actually loved and remember as being my home. No place has ever come close to that feeling.

Now I live in an old house that desperately needs repair
but I live with my Wife of twenty eight years. So where ever we are is Home now.
We are two sides of the same coin. I am nothing without her.

But I know Love can be for not just people and pets. It can be for places, smells, sounds, things that make you who you are.

© Dec. 12, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

There Is A Place

There is a Place

There is a place I've heard about.
The colors are much brighter.
You are never hungry or thirsty.
You can eat and drink if you want to,
but you don't have to.

Anything you desire is yours just by thinking of it.
You can travel at the speed of Thought.

No crime, no war, no death, a world where you
can create a new world every Morning.
It may sound boring but there are lessons to be learned there too.
They just don't involve pain and suffering.

This is where you go when you die,
or at least I've heard several people say it's that way,
for some people but not all.
They know because they have died and come back.

It is said that our world now could be that way if people could
just let go of the brainwashing they have received since conception.
Thinking in three dimensions when there are actually many more than three.

Our bodies and our entire Universe are mostly empty space.
If we could learn to experience that, we could walk through walls.
We could change our lives just by changing our thoughts.

I can remember when I was small I believed I could fly and walk through walls.
The older I got the more solid and oppressive the world became.
Most people would think that my Worldview
is a product of a deranged mind.

There are changes on the way.
Soon we will see who is deranged and who is not.

© Dec. 5, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

What Time Is It?

What Time Is It?

Why is it that the faster you move,
the slower time passes?
In youth you cannot wait to be older.
Always rushing your life ahead.
It is always too slow.

Then as you age you realize that you have slowed down
and Time is speeding up.
Why is this?
Is it real or just our perception?

Then you come to an age that it seems
like what used to take minutes now takes hours.
You have less to do but it takes you longer to do it.

I am too old to speed up.
And time is not going to slow down.
Appreciate what you have when you have it.
Life is not a race to be won or lost.

We all get to the destination at our own pace.
In the Billions of possible Futures at any point of decision,
all the possible outcomes become realities.
The "You" that you think of as "I" does not see the other "I"s,
carrying on with different versions of the life you have led.

Sometimes there may be "slips" in the continuum.
We may catch glimpses of ourselves living different lives.
Our possible/probable lives sometimes cross at certain points.
We all know this but we think all these lives are separate.
They are, but they are not.

They are all part of a larger self that has an even larger self
that Observes and experiences but does not interfere.
We are all Quantum Particles that go to infinity forwards and backwards.
All exist now.
Reality is an illusion of what all the "I"s and all the "You"s
decide it is.
Reality by consensus.
Change your Mind - Change your World.


© Oct. 21, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

Me and The Moon

Me and the Moon

I used to lie in the bed at night
looking out my open window
when everyone else was asleep.
I could feel the Summer breeze on my face.
carrying the smell the honeysuckle.

Lying there I could hear the sounds of the crickets and frogs
and always the sad song of the whippoorwill.
The fireflies outside would weave intricate patterns
among the limbs of the Pine Trees.
And hundreds of them would rise up out of the meadow
looking like tiny spaceships all taking off at once.
They moved as if on cue.
I would wonder where they all went during the day.

I could feel the moon outside even when I couldn't see it.
I felt it's pull.
It was watching over everything from it's perch in the sky.
I didn't have to see it because it was almost like it spoke to me,
calling me out.

There seemed to be a sound.
A low hum that most people never heard.
That was the Moon talking to me.
Sometimes I answered and went outside.
I would lie in the middle of the road and look up at the stars.
That was the best place to see everything.

I had a toy Telescope.
I called it a SpyGlass.
I could see the Craters on the Surface.
It really looked like a giant ball floating in space.

Occasionally I would see shooting stars.
Some would sparkle and glow in different colors
as they flew past.

I knew there was a reason for all this.
An Intelligence behind it all.
A Big Plan and we were all part of that Bigger Plan.
It made me sad to think that it may all end one day.

© Sept 1, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

The Masked Ball

The Masked Ball

You see them everywhere.
They pass you by and look you up and down.
Then they either sneer or smile.
You wonder what goes on behind their mask.

They all wear masks.
If you ask them to take off their mask,
sometimes they comply.
All you see is a black hole that goes on forever.

That is where they live.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Life is a masked ball.
Without the Ball.

I want to see lights.
Lots of lights.
The brighter, the better.
Because that is where I want to go.

All the stink, disease, hate, and poisonous people,
will be somewhere else.
Love and Peace will be there.
Everyone you have ever loved and who has loved you will be there.

Take off your mask as you look in the mirror and see
what is behind your mask.
Nobody will be watching, except you.
You may like what you see.

If you are my friend I think you will.

© July 29, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach