Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I was out with that certain, special, wonderful someone this eve/morn and we were talking. And somehow, someway (gee I wonder), the insanity brought us to the topic of "back in the day". I told her of my intricate and wonderful (albeit unknown) works that I produced in my childhood bedroom (grounded for grades....thanks Ma!) utilizing my GI Joe action figurines as the actors.
Augh! I realized the simple beauty of those times tonight as she and I spoke. I mean, seriously, those were the times! Along with my other groups of figurines, there was some crazy politcal mumbo jumbo back then for me in my world.
The He-Man group hated the Centurions (only because they were taller), the Centurions were after the Go-bots because they wanted their land (at the time, next to the footboard of my bed, which included access to the 'turntable of doom' a.k.a my record player), the Go-bots had beef with Cobra because originally (again, this was MY world all you staunch purists) Destro was a Go-bot before figuring out how to permanantly stay in 'human-like' transformed mode, and of course all groups were ruled over by the sparce GI Joe squad trying to keep peace. I say sparce because I only made $2.50 a week in allowance, which bought 'a' (as in one) GI Joe at the time.
So anyways, as we talked, I revelled in the fact that back then my imagination had no bounds and no limitations. I mean, how many kids do you know that can limit their bedroom space with a spool of sewing thread and some scotch tape? It was a really cool figurine 'hand slide' transportation system by my design that rocked! I mean, besides the fact it practically left me limbo-ing to and from the door, that is. Now other than the gigantor mess, can you imagine not having to pay the 40 bucks a gallon these days to drive to work? You just reach up, grab a line and ZING! You're at work just like that!
Hmmm.... imagination with no bounds and no limitations. Maybe its time to go 'retro' and get back to those days. I seem to remember a whole lot less stress then. Leaves one to wonder...
Some say it just happens,
Some say it takes work,
Some say it doesn't exist.
And yet, it's written about;
Countless novels, lyrics, and tales.
It's oft sought after,
Yet rarely discovered...
The Golden Mines of King Solomon.
So precious,
But priceless.
So tender,
And yet durable.
That funky, finatical feeling,
Flowing forward,
Flying far,
Fabulously Phenomenal!
And how sad it is,
That few ever experience,
The amazing, glorified goodness
That is only known by four arranged letters.
L-O-V-E.
Often mistaken,
Taken for granted,
Forgotten over time,
Lost in the lamentation of lust,
It somehow finds a way to survive.
For me, it burns anew.
A torch that has become a bonfire,
Engulfing me in feelings I never knew existed.
Wave after wave of sensations,
Personal humanity, long forgotten, returning.
Better than even the best of fireworks shows!
Sweet peace and blissful harmony surrrounding...
And to this I can only add, for those who have yet to experience or discover, never give up hope. It's out there, somewhere. Sometimes you just have to take that special leap. The worst that happens, you fall. And trust me, the ground will catch you. You stand up, dust off, and try again. Don't rush, don't push. You'll know it when its there. ---True is in the sky---
