Run Away ©

The world is turning gray
Swallowing up all the sunshine
From all the places I go too
But the ones locked up in memory

Run away with me
Run with me to places only we can go too
To places no one can find without you and I
Places only we can see

To an island where it’s sunny all day, every day
Where the stars twinkle every night
The moon is always full
And you’re always by my side

The rain falls down on my head
Bouncing off my face
Waking me up as the gray comes over me
Yet, when I close my eyes, it’s always sunny in this place

Skipping through puddles
Laughing through rivers of tears
Racing through muddy meadows
Running away from gray skies

Running from the howling cries
Cries the wind makes when I’m gone away
Running from the gray skies
To an island bathed in what I am missing

Run away with me
To a place only we will know
A place locked up forever
A place locked up in memory

Run with me
Run away
Run until we find the sun
Run to what only we can see

Run
Run away
Run away until tomorrow
Tomorrow the sun will shine again today

Walker

Have a nice weekend

"Sigh-Ko" ©

Before you go on, I would like to express my deepest sympathies to a fellow blogger and a good friend,Patti The Monogram Queen.
Her mother passed away suddenly and unexpectedly the other day.
My thoughts are with her family

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“SIGH”

I don’t know.
Sometimes I think I am a psycho.

The world is either insane or it’s me.
Look at what’s happening in Haiti.
The place was a shit hole to begin with and then an earthquake devastates them.
So now it’s more like an overflowing septic tank.

I have been watching it all unfold on the TV (Not like we have a choice) with the bodies in the street piling up and those struggling to stay out of the pile.
They say that 200,000 people are dead and double that for injured.

The images I have seen on the television are not pretty and some are down right ugly.
People with limbs cut off.
Children
They have so many amputations happening, it’s like a butcher shop and they have no anesthetic to dull the pain.

The UN is there in full force with the Americans and Canadians sending more and more supplies and troops.
I just want to know where the fuck they are?

I see images of planes filled with supplies and troops being unloaded at the airport but I don’t see shit moving out.
They say the roads are blocked.
OK, unblock them and don’t tell me it will take time.
Throw a couple of fucken tanks in the god damn street and blast you way through.
For once put the fucken weapons of mass destruction to good use.

When a truck of supplies does get out and sent to feed the people starving out there it usually gets hijacked half way to it’s destination and that’s with UN soldiers driving and guarding it.
What the fuck is that all about?
I mean ok I know these people are hungry but a truck load of food will feed a whole camp of people not just the 30 unarmed Haitians tossing the soldiers off and stripping the truck of it’s goods for their own personal needs.

Can someone tell me why they even give UN soldiers guns for?
What, the UN only accepts soldiers with limps thus the added weight of a rifle makes them not wobble as much.
Shoot one of the fuckers in the head and the rest will shit their pants and run.

When the sun goes down the jackals come out.
Killing, robbing, raping through the night, I saw a Haitian cop, the guy had a sawed off shotgun.
What the fuck was that?
They can’t afford handguns so they bought the Crips old kindergarten toys.
He’s holding the sawed off shotgun in his hand while he was watching the people loot the post office.
Probably trying to mail their butts out of there.
I guess he was protecting the looters from the owners.

There was a dramatic rescue yesterday, about 50 people with heavy machinery struggling to get under the rubble at the mayor’s house.
I’m thinking, the mayor’s fucked or maybe his mistress was still in there hiding in the closet.
Does anyone know where Monica Lewinski is?
What, I’ve seen weirder things happen.
Maybe she moved to England and flew Fillatio Class to Haiti for a vacation.
It’s possible.
Anyway all these people battle all day moving tons of rubble to rescue a little four-wheeler.
You know, the ones your kids use to bounce around in the bush on the weekend.
They could have used that bloody manpower to clean some of the street.
Fucken morons.

When we see shit like this happening you have to ask yourself why.
We give aid to a lot of these places but when you see images you tend to wonder what the fuck did they do with it?

Public officials live like kings while the general public live in a state of poverty and even that can’t justly describe how they live.
Most of the houses where just piled up stones with hardly, if any mortar holding them together.

Now we are scrabbling to help them when we should have dome it properly to begin with.
When we give countries such as Haiti money there should be certain conditions attached to the money.
Like how it should be used and we should award contracts to companies to build not give money to the government to do with as they please.
How may third world countries took the milk money we gave them to buy weapons they ended up using against us.

So we should have an active3 roll in spending our money there.
What can they say?
It’s our money and we don’t have to give it.
Why should we give it blindly so that a handful of people can live well while the rest struggle with the scraps they pick up here and there?

I’m not saying there wouldn’t have still been a catastrophe after such and earthquake but I bet there wouldn’t be two hundred thousand dead people.
I believe in helping people but it’s not helping by throwing money at a problem especially if the person you are paying has no fucken idea what to do with it.

Would you give you’re fourteen year old a million dollars and tell them to take care of the kids for a decade?
How long would the money last?
You set them up; then teach them how to keep it running and in time, not only will they learn but improve what you gave them.

Look at Cuba, they are driving American made cars from the fifties and building their own parts by hand to keep them running.
The Dominican Republic, it’s the other half of the fucken island Haiti is on, they’re doing great.
So what the problem?

The problem is we don’t really care until we are forced to see something we don’t want to see.
Then we go OMG how could this happen?
How do these people live this way?
Now we throw a hundred times the resources out there to help.
Great
Good for us.

We should have did this before it got to this point; before 200,000 people died, before all those babies lost their limbs.

A cameraman zoomed on the face of a young woman laying on the ground, focusing on her eyes as the rapidly fluttered while her life slowly drained out of her.
Nothing they could do they said.

They didn’t have to show it.

I am not going to say more about that part because it’s images like that, that have us up in arms and running to help.

When will the people of the world stop and look past their leaders to the whole picture to really understand?
Our problem is we don’t look far enough past our own little world to understand the rest of it.

The earth is like any other body.
When its bits and parts start falling apart it will affect the whole unless you think amputation is the best way.

Have a nice day

Walker

The Answer ©

I guess I better tell you all which story was true eh.
Writing stories, such as the last ones are easy because they all have a little bit of truth in them.
I mean I have crashed, I don’t know how many weddings and baptisms.
In fact my friends used to call us up to tell us where to go to get free food and booze if they were at a wedding with an open bar.
We would get dressed up in our Sunday best and take off for a night of free booze and dancing and who knows.
Maybe even score a bridesmaid along the way

As for the toothbrush story, it’s an extension of something I used to do and still do.
When I was sixteen and got my first apartment I didn’t have everything I needed so I had to improvise which means one thing did this job one day and the next it was doing something else like my badminton racket which was a badminton racket by day and spaghetti strainer by night.

The first story falls under the shit happens category and yes shit happens which means D1’s boyfriend did find my blog and yes it was the story that was true.

Trying to make people laugh is something I try to do, especially in these times and my next posts won’t be as funny but will reflect the times but until then.
Laugh, smile and try to find a little bit of happy whenever you can, even when happy isn’t on the card for the day.

Have a nice day

Walker

What To Write About? ©

What to write about hmmmmmm.
Oh I have an Idea.
I’m going to write a post for Peter of Holtie’s house.

He asked me a question a couple of posts ago about how many of my posts are stories.
Many of them are but not all of them are true but even the fiction I write has a lot of truth in it.
I do like writing a piece of fiction once in a while like my Sex Talks or Antique Stories just to exercise my mind not to pretend I am a writer.

OH and speaking of Sex Talks, D1’a boyfriend has been wanting to get a look at my blog but she told him I only let strangers read it.
I guess she means you weirdos.

Anyway she didn’t tell him but one day got a glimpse of my blog on my computer and tied the name of the blog with the address at the top of the screen making it easy for him to find at home.
Sounds easy, doesn’t it?
May look that way but it wasn’t.
You see, when I first started this blog I made a mistake.

I created two web addresses and then choose the wrong one to use for my blog.
The one you see up there is, http://losthearandbeyond.blogspot.com/ instead of http://losthereandbeyond.blogspot.com/.
By the time I realized my goof up I had posts up and people reading so I said fuck it but I kept the other one as well.
In fact, it still looks like the old LHAB template, as I never changed it.
Ok, I’m a little nostalgic.
Not only did I bring it to life but I also posted a post on it.

Now, only I knew that story and now many of you do to but D1’s boyfriend didn’t so he went home and typed it in with HERE instead of HEAR and ended up at the other blog and read this post.

As he was reading it he was Iming with D1 and sending her clips of the post even though after reading one sentence she begged him to stop but apparently he insisted.
He should have asked me, I mean I have nothing to hide.
I only post my twisted version of the truth.
So yeah, he read my Opera.

He’s probably still brushing his mouth.
Oh, speaking of teeth brushing.
Man did I screw up on the holidays.
I don’t know if I forgot to tell you about this or if I was to embarrassed to at the time.
That and I have a nice little buzz on right now.

My mother loves her new toothbrush.
This year I decided to get her one of those oral B rechargeable toothbrushes that way I could tease her she is getting oral ever morning.
Being the smart one I decided to get Inia one to but a little different than my mothers.
Christmas eve I had a few and sat down to wrap up gifts.
This year to make life easier I got boxes to put gifts in making it easier to wrap those odd shaped gifts.
Making it even easier, I wrapped everyone gift in their own paper so I knew who’s gift was what.
You plan carefully and everything comes out just right.
Yeah, right.

Somewhere amidst all the smoke and beer I somehow, got the two toothbrushes mixed up.
I know what you’re saying in your heads.
So what, it’s toothbrushes?
Yeah I know but like I said the one for Inia was……special.

Yeah…..we were all next door when we opened our gifts; everyone was laughing and tearing paper apart like the Hulk and then my mother opened hers.
The room went silent.
She looked at it and was happy as hell.
She said she always wanted an electric toothbrush.
My brother and SIL stood there, mouths hanging.
My father took it from my mother’s hand and turned it on to see it work.
He old her it was going to knock out her last two teeth.

I’m telling you, she loves it so much she shows it to all my aunts and uncles when they stop by.
Inia loves hers to.

My mother’s new cordless toothbrush.



So as you can see I kind of messed up.

It’s not like I haven’t done it before.

There was this one time I had to go to a wedding in place of my parents because theu couldn’t make it so I found myself off to this thing knowing no one really.
I’m like the black sheep of the family so no one really knows me.
My aunt saw me last year at a funeral and asked me who I was and almost fainted when I told her.
She practically raised me for the first 16 years of my life.

So anyway, I get to the church a little earlier than I was supposed to be there.
I’m always punctual and it’s a good thing to because the wedding had already started.
So I run in and sit down in the back of the church and hide from God while checking out the bride’s ass as she walks down the aisle a lot longer.
Yeah, yeah I know, I’m, shameless.

I sat there through out the service and joined in the line to congratulate them happy couple.
I didn’t know them but I figure they needed all the luck they could get.
After the service I went out to the car and waited for them to pull out and followed the wedding procession to the dinning hall where the reception was to be held.

Back then things were a little different
You went in and sat at a table with your family.
There were no place cards or any of the fancy shit they have now.
Being private I sat near the back, close to the open bar.
Dinner was a seven-course meal with roast beef as the main course.
Tons of pastries and all the booze I could drink.
.
.I have to say I managed to have a good time.
Someone asked me whose side of the family I was there with and I told them the bride’s as my pare3nts had said to me.
We had a great time and I was a little sad to leave around 1 am but I recall I was a little drunk and driving.
Back then it wasn’t as frowned upon, it should have.
Anyhow, I walked up to the bride and groom and wished the forever happiness and gave them the money filled envelope my mother gave me to give them, then left.

The end

Not really.

About a month after the wedding my mother calls me over and when I get there she shows me this card she got in the mail from some people she doesn’t know.
Thanking her for going to their wedding and for their generous gift.

My mother looks at me and asks what this was?
Me, my mind was spinning back in time.

OK, this is what happened.
Me and my got to be there on time and arrived thirty minutes early arrived to the wedding that was before the one I was SUPPOSED to attend.
Seems they were behind.

Oh well, what can I say?
OOPS!!!!

So where was I, ah yeah.
What to write about and my idea.
Yeah, so, I just told you three stories and one of them is true.

Which one is it?

Have a nice day

Walker

The Replacement ©

Three days ago I sat here writing a post.
It was a poignant post about something.
I have a couple of posts I started writing and stopped.
Except this poignant one.
I fucked that up when I accidentally deleted it.
Yeah, yeah I know you all have done it at one time or another but I don’t fucken care.
I wrote that one when I was stoned and can't remember shit now when I am straight.

It had some shit about these new airport security bullshit x-ray your ass as you go through.
I couldn’t work there.
I’d have a hard on the whole time.
Every kid's dream when I was a kid was having x-ray glasses.
This is a fucken dream job.
Never have to buy a playboy or a national geographic book again.
Just get a job with airport security and you’ll see all the T & A you want or dreamt of.

Me, I’m going to spray paint my dick with florescent green paint so it looks like some alien’s cock as they scan me.

I think instead of going through all the expense of putting in all these x-ray machines they should take the hijacker back on the same plane he tried to blow up and fly over his house and toss him out the door from thirty thousand feet.
We could have a pool on how close he lands to the outhouse.

I could get political here now if I want but why.
It’s not like what I think matters or what you think for that matter.
They will do what they want if we like it or not.

Look at this gay marriage thing in California.
51% said no.
One percent of the population dictates what the other forty nine percent have to live with and that one percent is probably about five hundred people but that’s democracy.
Is it right?
Democracy is, as far as I'm concerned but maybe they could put some guidelines like in order for something to be implemented one side or the other would need 60% of the vote thus tipping the scales in favor of a larger majority of the population.
It also promotes dialogue and compromise to achieve a common goal.
But that’s too easy.

The kicker is all the gays who got married before the vote are still legally married in California.
Just more gays can’t get married.
They have to live in sin instead like most heterosexuals.

You know if I hadn’t lost that post I wouldn’t have to write this dribble.
Did I tell you I went for chicken wings last Wednesday?
I love chicken wings so off I went with the kids, D1 D2 and D2’s boyfriend.
Nice kid.

After we had our fill of wings I gave D1 some money and as she was paying I walked out to the sidewalk.
While standing there, a guy walked up to me with an army back pack on his back and asked me for some change.

Without looking towards him I told him I had none.
Now I don’t know if it was my refusal that got him or my not looking at him but he asks my what my problem was.

If he was craving my attention he had it now.
I looked at him, he was in his thirties, beard, about five ten.
He took a step towards me and asked me what he had done to me.

I was looking into his eyes and knew he was high on something.
Probably crack.
I grew up on these streets and I know the look and know how dangerous this was going to become if I allowed it.

I don’t give money to people on the street.
I’ll give them food
Not money.
Most of these people spend more money a month that I do.
They just buy dope with it, I buy food first and my pleasure last.
Good thing masturbating is free.
For now anyway until they put a chip in each cheek to monitor lateral movement.

When he was about to take another step towards me I quickly took two steps and crowded right up to him forcing him to take one step back.
My right hand was primed to shoot out at any sign of aggression.
I wasn’t going to let a junkie any momentum to hurt me or the kids.

I could see his rage in his face.
It’s when the kids walked out of the pub and saw us to the side in a death stare while he hurled insults at me.
Insults I can handle and take all that come my way.

D2 walked up behind me with her boyfriend and asked what was up.
That’s when he screamed at the top of his voice that “WAR” was coming and that “I” will feel its wrath.
I told him fine and dandy but right now he was going to be its first fucken casualty then turned towards him.
He ran back a few feet and hurled more insults at us as we walked away down the street.
On the way down the street D2s boyfriend said he was waiting for me to drop him so he could jump in too.
Great, I got to knock down his meat too.

When I was his age, I hate using that term as I hated hearing it BUT when I was his age I used to take down two three guys in a fight at the same time.
Once, three of us took on FORTY guys!!!
We lost.

The world is gone nuts but there is some glimmer of hope.
As I was walking down the street today there was this big woman.
It’s fucken cold but she has her headphones on and strutting down the street to the tunes in her head.
Ok I was looking at her big tits swaying back and forth but they were doing it in tune.
So just for her jiggling and my delight some AC/DC

Ok that’s enough of this.
Oh and yes I have a soul.
My shoes, are another story.

Have a nice day

Walker

Cat People ©

I watched as the rain pours over the side of the roof creating a curtain in front of me.
It was coming down hard, flooding the whole area.
The rain didn’t bother me.
I like the rain.
It cleanses ones being.
Not soul.
I have no soul

No one could see me as I stood out there on the porch, in the open behind my wet curtain.
Enjoying the cool moist air as it stuck to my dry skin
Cooling a cold heart.
Waiting
I spend a lot of time waiting
It’s what I do
Wait

I have been waiting for a long time.
What you say have I been waiting for?
Well, many things.
Never the same but under the same circumstances
Pretty much.
I have been waiting since I was thirteen
Still am

He told me that one-day, I wouldn’t have to wait
He used to wait too
Not any more
I still do and always will
Until I don’t
Whenever that is
And it’ll be sweet

I could see the lights in the distance
They were getting closer and bright
My body instinctively loosened up as it has done a thousand times before
Knowing what is to come
Preparing to accept what ever happens
I could smell the new leather on my hands
Soft, black and ……….soft

The whole front of the house illuminated as a car pulled up to the front drive
I could see the man and woman sitting in the front
They couldn’t see me.
She leaned over and kissed the man
They both held there for a few minutes before they separated
Then she opened the door to leave
She never left

I stood on the porch and watched as the beast transformed into its hideous self
Its claws tearing away her tender throat before bending down to feed
The window was stained
A broken shoe on the dash
Remains of a futile attempt of escape
But terror turned to relief them peace
Before the end

A step and I was before the deluge and the second
Brought me into this world
The third and fourth steps to the driver’s side of the car
The fifth to the window
The black leather glistened in the rain
As did the black steel finger
Before it belched its holy flame

I pulled the door open
The demon lay there with half its head gone, yet still alive
Raising the my hand once more
To send one more ounce of silver through its brain
A light shone down on me from behind
A small voice called out
Momma

I look over and watched her run down the steps to the car
She had to be all of thirteen
I remember
I remember the rain on the window
I remember when I first saw him in my mother’s bedroom
He told me the monster was dead; then took me away forever
I never looked

Turning my hand went up then down one last time before shutting the door
She came to the car but I stood in her way
Taking her by the hand I told her she was going with me now
As he had once said to me
The demon is dead and will stay dead
As long as there’s someone standing in the rain, waiting
It’s been a long time since I had a dress

Walker

First Post Of The Year ©

So, first post of the New Year.
2010
It should take me until about April to stop putting 2009 on everything.
I had a great time this year.
First Christmas with my family and the next day Inia rolled in with her mob and mayhem ensued.

There were kids of all shapes and sizes spread all over the house with brand new toys to play with including yours truly who was surprised with a PSP GO to replace Blue, who fell on hard times.
BUT I still have it and am battling sentiment against logic by thinking of repairing it.

Every kid including my niece got one sort of electronic game to play with and by the end of the day each had carved out a section of the living room to drown into the pillows while trying make it in a rock band or maybe win a race against a menagerie of imaginary critters while dodging bombs and turtle shells.
Everyone except Inia’s oldest who was in the kitchen getting his head blown off in a Game called Call of Duty.
After watching him play for half an hour it was obvious he hadn’t heard the terms, He you lives and runs away gets to fight another day or maybe, Duck and run until the sun’s in their eyes then fuck’em up the bum.
Or maybe he liked seeing his virtual brains splatter on the wall.
I know he rejoiced when his partner got his noggin splattered into a Picasso print on a brick wall.

He played that game for almost a whole week and in that week he killed 32,198 enemy targets, 176 friends and only died 576 times.
Not bad for a rookie I think.

For those who don’t know me well, I am being sarcastic.
Personally I don’t know how to take this game.
As a stand-alone game, I like it but it’s not a stand-alone game only.
People from all over the world can log in at the same time online and engage into a simulated battle against real people controlling the opposing side and right there lies the problem.
A lot of aggression is displayed when playing these games and the visuals are remarkably accurate as they are brutally graphic.
I’m serious; one guy got obliterated all over my screen sop fast I almost shit my pants.
Ok I had the stomach flu to but\ it was close.
I hate the stomach flu.
Everything I eat came back out liquid form.
I didn’t want to gross you out so I didn’t use the “D” word but I never ran to the fucken washroom so many times in my life.
I mean I didn’t know what was going to happen.
Sure as hell farting was out of the freakin question in fear of crapping all over my pants.
I’m just happy the fucken tub is across from the toilet so all I had to do is drop my pants and piss into both at the same time like a horny beluga whale blowing hot dough from both ends.

People, mostly kids hone their mental skills in the art of trapping and then engaging an enemy until they are eliminated or they themselves taken out of the game.
I just don’t know if I agree with that.
Like I said I love the game as a stand alone game where the opponent in a computer program and you try to beat the computer but a real human might give people the wrong reasons to dislike someone from another country.
Saying all that, I am the one who bought then gave the kid the game and he loves it.
I just hope he understands it’s a game and the people on the other end are just like him trying to have some fun.

What else did I do over the holidays?
Oh yeah, I ate way to fucken much, specifically about 4 pounds of fruitcake cookies that Inia made for me.
Right after I ate them she told me that they were loaded with fiber, which only fueled my washroom activity.
There was no problem with propulsion after eating those cookies that’s for sure.

In the space of seven days between Christmas and New Years, we ate roughly 300 pounds of food.
That’s a lot of shit.
Two full rib roasts, a turkey, a mountain of shrimp.
Steaks for breakfast, burgers for lunch and pussy for dinner.
Ok pussy has no calories but the whip cream does.

1000 COOKIES, RUMBALLS AND CAKES

Yeah, a lot of fiber there.
New Years Eve we all sat down to play poker.
Texas Hold Em rules.
A couple of days before Inia and I decided that instead of money we would go out to buy a prize instead making the kids loose their Christmas money.
Besides we would only have to give it back to them or worse they bleed us for what we have left.

After walking around Costco I found the perfect gift.
Inia thought it was funny as hell so we bought it and when we got home we put it in a box so no one knew what they were playing for.
It was a good game, everyone was playing hard but the kids were taking a beating and parents had to pad their chip piles every now and then to keep them in.
With interest of course, chores, wink

After 1 am we called it quits and a chip count was made to see who was the winner.
I think it was Inia who had the most and her son asked if he could get her the prize and she said sure.
He opened the box and pulled out a multi pack of Oral B toothbrushes.
He said if he knew there were tooth brushes in the box he would have gone all in on the first hand.
HA, HA, HA!!!!!!!!!

So that was a piece of my holiday
I hope you all had as much fun as we did

Have a nice year

Walker