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              People fail to express themselves for fear of what others may think, but while they suppress themselves, others think they're weak. Visit my blogs. . . don't be shy.I am here because I'm not there, I can't be everywhere. But like a metaphoric comet, traversing the universe, gets bumped off it's course and tumbles to earth, I too am nudged by forces unseen toward, away and into my dreams; And as a comets flight lights up the night and seals it's plight as it plummets to earth to crash and burn, germinate, regenerate, recreate and rebirth through yet undiscovered faith; while moving toward the light illuminous to evolve and become what we call hue-man; I too am here, my arrival indiscreet, mild mannered and meek, but never weak, love and peace is what I seek as my evolution strives toward its peak encouraged by the beautiful people I meet. I am seeking others / writers to grow with / from and evolve / resolve my muse. I write what I feel and I feel what I write. check it out . . . Land of Milk, Honey, and Fruit There was a man who entered the land of milk, honey, and fruit. The land was a wonderful land of lush greenery and colorful flowers. The flowers rested upon stems that were long or short, or thick or slim. Their petals opened and closed at the bequest of the sun and they spewed their aromatic perfume into the air causing sensations in the mind. The sky was amazingly blue and clouds were unheard of. The sun bathed radiant embers of light across the land. There was only daylight and no night, so the radiance from the sun was a constant. The suns loving warmth nurtured the fruit causing it to burst forth in abundance. There were plums that were purple-red and oversized. Some were so ripe they burst at the seams and let their juices run slowly down their skin.The melons were oblong or round and lay nested between leaves and stalks that were healthy and pea green. Cantaloupes were round orange orbs that emitted a pungent aroma which tantalized the nose as the nostrils flared from this invasion. Bananas cling together in bunches as they surveyed all that was below from their high perch. Their bright yellow skin contrasted beautifully with the surrounding greenery. Red, green, and yellow apples lived side by side, sometimes sharing the same home. So heavy and abundant they strained the arm limbs of the tree where they lived, bending and twisting these arm limbs into grotesque shapes. But no matter how heavy and how hard the apples strained the arm limbs, the arm limbs steadfastly held them above the ground refusing to let even one apple touch the earth. And although the arm limbs were strong and held the apples intact, occasionally an apple would break away and tumble to the ground. There it would rot and die without the nurturing and loving arms of the tree. Grapes bunched together and depended upon the vine for their life line. They were a multi-colored group whose colors ranged from light green to dark purple. They were prolific breeders and there were rumors they were invigorating, intoxicating and sometimes sedating. They stood proud, round and taut as they clustered on the vine. In this land the most diverse group was the citrus family. Its members were hued yellow, orange, orange-pink, and lime. Their given names were lemon, grapefruit, orange, tangerine, and lime. Their juices were coveted throughout the land for they mixed well with other liquids because of their unique pungent flavor. They were also very pleasing to the eye for you could see the radiance of the sun in their skin. Their skin was not as smooth as the bananas or melons however its rowdy smoothness was very pleasing to the touch. The pomegranate was the old soul of the land, its ancestry dating back into antiquity. Written and oral history places it in the cupboard of Pharaohs. It was a strange fruit indeed with it delicacies hidden behind a tough skin. For the uninitiated it was nothing to write home about, but for one patient enough to peel away the skin, there awaited an unusually delicious treat. The mango also lived unobtrusively, its skin of dirty orange, dirty yellow, dirty brown and dirty green belying the scrumptious meat beneath. It is legendary for having flesh that is soft, pulpy, juicy and very sweet. The land was chock full of fruit that hid their charms beneath unflattering skins. The pineapple was another of these hidden charmers, however once the skin was peeled away it revealed beautiful yellow meat soaked in sweet syrup like juices. The passion fruits unattractive purple skin, when ripened, also belied its hidden charms. The taste of its hidden golden flesh titillated the palate and rolled smoothly off the tongue. But my eyes were attracted to the honeydew melon. It was love at first sight. Its creamy yellow skin was firm yet soft and pleasing to the touch. It was perfectly rounded and my hands trembled as they moved all over it. My hand thrilled at the texture of the smooth waxy skin. Beneath the skin lay beautiful orange flesh. Some varieties had green flesh because they were green, but this specimen was cinnamon orange and more ripened, juicy, delicate, and mature. I plucked this beautiful work of art from the vine where it had matured in obscurity. I was drawn to it as if it telepathically encouraged me to take it into my hands and possess it. I could not resist it. Out of all the wonderful, varied and diverse fruit of the land, I found the honeydew melon irresistible. I created a pedestal for it. I placed it on the pedestal where I could gaze upon it 24/7. I loved to touch it and feel its wonderful skin. I couldnt resist it. It became the water I drink, the food I ate, the air I breathed, and the sun that warmed me. And unlike the other fruit that withered, rotted and died when plucked from the vine, the honeydew melon grew in beauty and looked healthier and stronger with each passing day. All around me other fruit ripened and burst into sweet flesh and delicious juices, but I was unaware for I was consumed by the honeydew melon. While other fruit such as oranges, apples, juicy plums and Georgia peaches broke from the grasp of the arm limbs that held them and plummeted to the ground to rot for lack of attention, I sat mesmerized by the honeydew melon. I could only hear sound emanating from the honeydew melon and nothing else. I carried my honeydew melon to bed with me and cradled it in my arms, the warmth of my body softening the skin even further. Sometimes juice would seep from beneath the skin and sometimes I could smell the sweet aroma of the cinnamon orange flesh. I was so happy and pleased with my lovely honeydew melon during this time. And although the air was fragrant with the smell of other ripe fruit beckoning, I only wanted my honeydew melon. Then one day I blinked and in that moment my honeydew melon disappeared. I wondered what happened and how could this be. I had only blinked momentarily. How could this happen so quickly? I searched everywhere but could not find my honeydew melon anywhere. Suddenly I realized I was no longer in the land of milk, honey, and fruit. I looked at the sky and saw ugly dark clouds that some call smog. The sun was not radiant for its rays struggled to penetrate the nasty ozone. I looked around and saw concrete monstrosities that rose toward the heavens as if to compete with God. I heard foreign sounds and they were foreign because the only sound I ever heard prior to this moment came from my honeydew melon. Frightened I stepped back and bumped into a mirror where I looked and saw my likeness. Then I realized who I was and also realized that when I blinked, I woke up from a dream, a beautiful dream. The beautiful land of milk, honey, and fruit and my honeydew melon was just a dream!!!!! I must rush back to sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who is
She??. Who is
that cocoa butterscotch Jamaican Jersey girl?. Days
without You I am
going far away, Hot and
Cold Lonely
is the night , |
