And your lack of understanding or desire to do so was disgruntling to me.
My name is One Eye’d Jack and this is the tale of how I became a Pyrat Lord.
I was born on a farm in the most beautiful place I have ever been, on an island in the middle of the great Pacific Ocean. We were a small family, just my mother, my brother and my three sisters. Ah the idyllic days of my youth! What a boring life! Little did anybody know to what heights we would rise! Although life sure was easy back then. We never wanted for anything. Sure, it was scary sometimes, the big noisy machines always wising by so fast, and the sly falling all the time. Mom always said it was a garented trip to Heavn to get hit by one, but you could never come back. We we always to scared to try! On the day before the turning of the sun the older roosters would play a game to see who was chosen to be the new leader of the flock. They would eat as much fermented guava as possible and then take turns crossing the road. Who ever could make the most trips across before sundown was the winner. My brother Miguel loved to go to the races! He wanted to be a leader ever since we came out of our eggs. Mother didn’t like that he always wanted to be with all the big roosters, but she didn’t want to be with out the protection of the flock (what little there was!) so she had to let Miguel go with them as part of the Bargain.
My mother had a very strange roll in our flock. As a small chick I could not understand why we were never invited to the feasts, or why there were no suitors hanging around like the other hens had. I knew that the Chief Cock was my uncle, but we were not like them. We always stayed apart from them, except for my bother. Whenever I wanted to play with the other boys the roosters would ways chase my away. And the girls! forget it. I never got close enough to the pullets to ever talk to them. When I asked my mother why I was not allowed to play with the others she would say, “Hush Jack, your very special and they are afraid of you.” How could they be afraid of me! I was just a chick!
There was one very old rooster who would come around every now and then. When he came to visit, my sisters and I had to go gather food from the forest and the road for him. We always tried to get him flattened mongoose! When we brought the food back to Mother he would always gobble it all up and not leave any for us! Mother never complained though. She said we had to take care of Uncle Leroy. Somebody sure did! He was missing two toes, had a wing that was broke and never healed, permanently missing all his neck feathers and part of his beak. He was the ugliest rooster I have ever seen, even still! He did however, have the wickedest spurs! He kept them polished to a shine and he could cut though an avacado seed with them! they were so long he could clank them together when he walked. None of the other roosters would ever come near him, and when he strutted by them they would sit and the ground and hide their head under their wings!! They would not even do that for the Chief Cock!
After Uncle Leroy would eat all the food we would go to roost and he would tell us stories!! Our favorite stories were about DasCatto the Mongoose Slayer! DasCatto was well know for his feats of agility and bravery! He would sit in a tree and sing enchantments to call the mongoose out of hiding, and when they came, POW!!! He pounced on them!!!
One special day Uncle Leroy came over and brought presents! For each of the girls he brought a ribbon to put in their feathers and for Mother he brought an entire guava! I was so impressed watching him carry it on his back! For Miguel he brought a stone to sharpen his spurs on. When I saw he had nothing left I didn’t know what to do! Did I upset him somehow! Was he afraid of my too?! I admired the others gifts, and helped the girls get the ribbons in but I had to leave. I went to look at my rock collection. As it was getting dark I head the tattle-tale click click click of Uncles spurs. Oh no!!! was he coming to yell at me? I quickly hid my head under my wing hopping he wouldn’t see me. But he was far to clever for that trick. He tapped me on the head.
“Don’t hide, you little runt! I do have something for you!”
I peaked my head out. “your not angry with me, Uncle?”
“No! I had to wait till your mother fell asleep, thats what the guava was for,” he said with his eyes gleeming.
well I lost motivation. more later. lets not forget, this is a first draft
I don’t know where our friendship went
Something very fragmentary
When the cat jumped ship her bowl hit the ground with an earth-shattering whisper. It actually started before the concert. There in the street. Ten bucks. Grateful circle at the Palace. The cracks had formed some months before, with the jester by the river when she banged her knee. She had dove right in and the coldness was so refreshing. She just didn’t figure it out, did not even think about the significance. It was like magic.
And then so many more strange things happened. But we can only tell so much of the story at one. once
All the world’s a stage; the men and women merely players.
I have a difficult time coming up with my own words. I used to be able to talk to myself, but most of the time cannot anymore. A few very very strange things have happened to me recently. I remember, I hear, and I see. What a long, strange trip its been. I have leaned so much. I was afraid, and am learning to overcome the fear. I have been told many strange things, by many strange people. I have a difficult time making up my mind.
I think that perhaps the Universe is telling me something. Well, actually I know this for sure. e i kk It was very very scary though. I apparently have (had? ) a VERY low tolerance to q The Human Condition
I might need to listen to more different music.
Something maybe funny happened to my brain. I remember it clearly. Almost. It had to do with some really cool cats, some Beloved teachers, leaders, followers; excellent Medicine,a Messenger on a tightrope, a Gloworm, a bunch of High Noble Warriors,a Rebellion or three, quite a few Fires, Life and a Dragon. With a little dash of Humor thrown in for good measure. It was all very very VERY weird. (Yes, I admit it)
There are two rules for success succeeding in this world. 1~ Never tell everything you know.
The future is looking bright.
Aloha Aku No
Moon day. Full moon. pink moon. fish moon. setting grass moon.
Blood moon. Total lunar clips.
Grand Cross, Passover, Easter, Ostra, 420 and EarthDay
And, of course, Spring Fever.
Can you feel it in the air?
Just to be alive right now is so amusing, and frightening.
Mars retrograde as well…….
I think I’ll go consult One Eye’d Jack!
DO NOT let your immune system get so low that you cant fight off a measly little Streptococcal A infection (without penicillin [maybe I should have eaten moldy bread?])!
It might just be my rest button, if it doesn’t kill me, and I do not presume to assume it will.
What day should I celebrate the white Sabbath on? And, conversely, how many blacks?
Nonsense nonsense nonsense!
I believe in the good things coming. I believe in You. I believe in Us. In power, in trust, in love.
I do believe that we are so provided for. We have everything we need, sometimes we just have to look a little harder. I believe in words. I believe that everything is connected. The sun, the moon and the stars. In family. That life is what you make of it, and its at least 75% luck. We do get what we deserve, eventually. Forgive. Each other and ourselves. I believe that some animals and plants actually domesticated people. I do not truly believe we as humans are the superior species. I believe that the more you know the crazier you look. I believe that some things change. and some things don’t. I believe that moderation is the secret to life. We really cannot have it all. We need to share. I believe it takes a village to raise a child. I believe in the power of our minds and bodies, if we take care of them. And if we are going to live together there must always be compromises.
A wise person once said that, “Even if something is not true, that doesn’t mean I can’t believe in it.”
I believe in what I know. Deep in my soul. Change your perspective; change your mind. Sometimes.
I believe that we can have many soulmates. and mates and partners. Honest communication is so important.
I believe in ME, and YOU, and in The Great Whatamahui WhatdoyoucallitThing. Love
All we need is love, and we can get by with a little help from our friends. God willin’ and the creek don’t rise.
We are blessed, and lucky.
fresh pasture raised cage free organic. I like these eggs.
Whale, well, w’ale, what have we here?
I thought I’d try the time slip / mind flip, see whats goin on over here.
Life is incredible FUCKING in’tents and holy bat shit weird.
I mostly like it.
farm life revolves (sometimes around shit)
those who feed me are my favorites.
I get by, with a little bit of help from my friends
and all we need is love, really. sleep helps also.
I love, i am great full.
Aloha ke Akua
and I really do like bats
I gotta work on my dosage. I dont always get it w’right.
If you want to get to heaven you gotta raise a little hell.
I did put it down. I can stop
What a day, Cortizon is a bitch. I got a few problems, and bitches are two of them,
I got the good stuff.
About 420 cubic inches drilled out of rock solid pahoehoe.
Filled up with an old wood post.
orbital nerves hurt
I don’t like labels, as a word or two does not encompass a whole thing.
Last week sucked so bad, but it was quite the learning experience. Sometimes we dont use the proper words. Even I. Words are powerful. If you can truly say (write, sing, whatever) what you actually mean, others might understand you. Maybe.
I wonder what’s going to happen next? This has been my manta lately. It is true. I do indeed wonder what is going to happen next. Maybe wonder at. I like now too, i also like the anticipation. An-tis-i-pation. Maddness takes it toll…..
it is difficult to live in the na`au
I love you. I like to express my love with feeding you. Some people just arn’t hungry. hmmmm…………….
I love you. I love the way you look. look at life. look at me. I love the way you move. Gracefully, forcefully, silently, horonably. I like the way you talk. to others, to me. When you talk to me you sometimes remember I hear things differently. All y’all are such a blessing. thank you for being.