Letters to Rufus - So Hold On...

Dear Rufus;

What a strong video.  Where did they all go?

Sometimes...

For everybody hurts...sometimes.  So hold on...hold on...

Rufus is there a wasteland beyond the premise sea surrounded by alien's glee and if moonlight feeds the solar flame so faintly does the world lay claim to sunshine...to the power of sunshine?

Rufus from the lake of clay does come there a brightened day that shields the oblivious from their way of squanderous subtle feedback?

Lay behind me angel of day eat the passion from the wey and grow stronger, luminous wise and warm...cuz everybody hurts....sometimes....

So hold on...hold on....hold on...everybody hurts...sometimes.

Sincerely,
Timmy

Letters to Rufus - Happy!

Dear Rufus;

Sunshine shimmers in the afternoon glare
on my window painted blue.
An ocean sparkles in the clear as my creakbed
stands renewed.

Is tomorrow merely Sunday? Is Sunday merely a day? 
Left alone to ponder...I do, I wish, I wonder, I may.

Hello to you Heatwave.
Hello to you Friend.
Goodbye to a nightmare
Goodbye to a name.

Moonlight glimmers on the summer pond
on crystal waters shaded blue
A warrior glistens in the shade his wonder
stands renewed.

Is tomorrow merely Monday?  Is Monday merely a day?
I stand alone to ponder...I know, I will, I stand, I may.

I am happy as a peach, sweet as a lime, lonely as a muskrat - and wealthy with a dime.

Happy,
Gil Moore

Letters to Rufus - Fame

Dear Rufus;

My heros have always been Astros.
My daydreams have always been real.
Real in a way that only ushers sunshine.
Real in a way that only strengthens glee.

Rufus I am being frank I'll be a ruler.
Rufus I am sure I will only lead.
And when I am singing rock anthems in Toledo
I will remember this note sent Godspeed.

-----------------------------------------

Twenty years later I find this paper.
Gibberish written by blade in a tree.
Granny fell in love with Grandpa Sonny
Blah Blah Blah I'm smokin' pea

Fame is an ill-forgotten illusion
The Tony's celebrate BS on daytime TV
I am making up these things I am writing
Cuz reality shanked me at the knees.

My boss is calling me back to the quarry...my pick and hammer respond to the plea.

Signed,
Famous Luther
1969

Letters to Rufus - Isolation

Dear Rufus;

Isolated
Lonely
Island
Distant

Sound
Wind
Crackle
Pop

Silence
Whistle
Thunder
Smoke

Fire
Water
Lightning
Choke

Death
It
Stands
Certain

Isolation
Thunder
Lonely
Plunder

Sincerely,
Isolated

Letters to Rufus - Worn Out

Rufus;

Who the ---- are you?  Do you have a life?

I suspect you are opening a door.  Warm winds cut the frigid skin, like paper flying listless against the winter wind.  And the flesh has hardened, death is certain...paper cuts, no one listens.  Hello Rufus.  Nice to meet you.

Fabioitis

Letters to Rufus - OMG

Dear Rufus;

OMG - am I such a simpleton?  Am I such a fallen one that I have jumped below the surface to write...a note?  This to a block of granite that may or may night exist?  Or is it might or might not exist?  Rufus, I do not know and I do not care.  Who are you?  What qualifies you to care and for the love of goodness what qualifies you to offer opinions?  Are you Abby?  She was a princess...who are you?  A bartender...A Barter...A Scientist...And a whore?  I have this all figured out, my last doctor already said so...its a shame they're still looking for me...I am right here - and they do not even know who they are looking for.  And I am pawning nuggets of sapphire to those that are buying, while the world sucks hardened terd.

The simplicity of the line crossing - in itself, creates the line.  Think about it.  The simpletons rule the world.  Shame they are not represented.  For they merely elect the smores. 

Mintoskopic

Letters to Rufus - Dismantled

Dear Rufus;

Describe abstract Rufus? 

Is it here or it there, does it shimmer, does it glare, ar wax somewhat hidden from the view of the stratosphere?...for I don't know.  I am only calling seeking advice.  Is there light is there shade does the sunlight cut the glaze and are you lonely, lonely like thatz be me.  Do you call it ronry, to be mean or honry to counter glee is there sunshine beaming in from the clouds above.  Is there Glory in pain?  Does acid, really make rain and is there a social for a strugglin struggler like me?  Do you read these letters loud?  Do you dance below the clouds? or do you sway against the backdrop of the trees?  Or are you simply abstract as hell...like me?

Do you remember Sinbad? Okay thats bad....Remember all the things you used to have?  Well that's lightnin', below the heals of my abstract feet...and in the twinkle of an eye you will receive paintings from penners...sinners...at dinner...abstractly...just like me.  For who am I?  I'm guessing someone, quite likely, like me....I'm guessing someone quite nicely, rhyming g's.  Thanks Rufus, from someone, like me.  Abstraction Complete.

Pearl 

Part # 4 - Conclusion - The Intersection of Destiny

Final Part of this rant - little more wordy - bear with me...

There is a misconception about destiny.  It is not "shaped" at a crossroad.  Its created at an INTERSECTION.  Why we attempt to simplify life and its components as much as we do is beyond me...its another lie.  Sharp I know but true.  Those that sell the theory of the crossroad, like the bad doctor, are generally hiding from something.  There is nothing simple about human breath or human death - why would the human choice be that easy?  I'm not talking about the time it takes to make a choice/decision, I am talking about the deliberations and considerations that go into making one.  I know sharp, fast decision making is considered a virtue of leadership - I disagree - its the efficiency of the process that makes the decision virtuous.  You don't need to be a leader to make a quality decision, and the efficiency of timing is not relevant.  In the Doctor's scenario, its your own destiny you are creating - make every choice count - and make it yours...not one from his book of self defense!  I digress, but I have too as this analysis of the Book of Bengal is about a specific scenario - a scenario which is weighing heavily on the rambler today as he tries to figure out why a friend of 20+ years has gone stone silent...why a handful of other friends, family members, and relatives have either disappeared and or become generally unresponsive.  This rambler thinks he knows why...and inspired, like he is on so many other days, today, he chooses to blog...this versus "letting it go" because - the Doctor's High Road continues to beckon...and this silent rambler turned blogger, made the wrong choice(s) 6 long years ago after a broken business, a broken home, a bitch of a storm named Katrina, a general implosion of self confidence and the choice/turn was a cold empty shell on Bengal's High Road - and that shell is a biatch!!!!!  I have decided I want out...and I am coming out.  This shell did not make me...my spirit did.  This shell nearly suffocated me.

At the INTERSECTION, not a CROSSROAD, 6 years later, I am writing a new chapter - my own chapter - THE ME ROAD.  Defined:  "I will choose to stand tall...I will choose to defend, defy, and question anything that I feel needs to be stood for, defended, defied, and or questioned.  I will explain myself, good bad or indifferent.  I will not attack, but I will not refrain from self-defense if pushed into a corner.  You come at me, I come at you.  You stand down, I stand down.  Tit-for-tat, dis for dat, and eyeballs for eyeballs.  Can you hear me now?  You are not my enemy, I will not allow you to act as if you are.  We are not combatants on the battlefield of life, we are merely passengers on that road between breath and death and its a short road.  There is no time for petty gamesmanship, its about quality choices - but there is all the time in the world for Choices...for the Decisions that will mold my fate and seal my legacy.  And it is MY LEGACY.  Get out of my way.  For I am honest, I am loyal, and I am trustworthy.  This is who I live and it is who I die.  Amen.  Peace out..."

And there you have it.  Inspired with time on my hand, I stared down diablo and I blogged.  For the overwhelming majority of you citizens out there who will never read this.  I did not write this for you.  I wrote it for me and my own demons - they needed an exorcising.

Felt good - maybe I will start writing again.  I am S. Kyle Isbell aka BO Poet.  These opinions are my own and are based entirely on my own philosophies and thoughts and have nothing to do with anyone Else's science.  Heck, they may all be wrong...but they are mine.  Period.

When so inspired, I will return with another ditty from the trail of life. 

I'm moving back to Texas Saturday.  I am pumped.         

Later  

Part # 3 - Bending Destiny - The Low Road to Mayhem

I will refrain from quoting Dr. Woods from this point forward, he has threatened me with a "lie"...a simple lie, if I do not cease and desist using his name and his story.  I will gladly comply, even though he published a book on the subject hence making it a story for public analysis, review, and debate...but I realize how harmful and destructive his threat is.  After all, its a lie he's threatening me with...have you ever been hit by a lie!?  It HURTS BAD...and it hurts much worse, when you are on that shrinks 'High Road".  I know that, for I have lived on that road - to the extreme.  
Let me explain, we all hold an incredible power.  We all hold an incredible ability.  That power, that ability?  Hint...despite your misguided thinking and a lifetime of exposure to teachings, theorem, philosophy, scriptural interpretation, etc - DESTINY DOESN'T HAPPEN IT IS MADE...BY YOU AND ME.  That's a really practical reality when you take a step back and think about it.  Life guarantees us three things - breath, death...and a choice (a bunch of them, every minute of every day).  Period.  Its that choice that shapes destiny - real and/or perceived.  There are hundreds of choice types...including the choice to be honest or not to be honest.  Lies create false perceptions...the liars ability to deliver, creates the levels of perceived reality and/or doubt.  The rambler digresses...waxing negative.  Re-group.

Back on track - The unnamed Doctor's definition of the Low Road:  "Smitten by guilt, anger, rage, damaged pride, your best defense is your offense.  You must twist stories, distort the truth, make everything as difficult as you can, and lie.  If you are guilty of bad choices, this can become overcome by more lies and an academy award winning presentation.  You must make the choice to 'lie good'...cry, tell sad stories, put your face in your hands, choke, whatever.  You must destroy the enemy.  And if that enemy is on the high road, accelerate.  If that enemy is in hiding on the high road, accelerate some more.  Nothing is off limits...kids, friends, relatives, old neighbors, hook 'em all.  DESTROY THE ENEMY.  Remember, you must mask your anger...if it shows, tell another lie - justify it.  Always overcome with another lie.  Just lie.  You will become much more effective when you learn to believe your own lies."   

To be continued...for there is another road - not discussed in "the book". 

Part #2 - The Crossroads of Destiny...The High Road

In his book, Dr. Woods defines the High Road: 

"When you go through a nasty split, separation, divorce, broken friendship, broken partnership, etc...one must always make it a point to remain positive.  Avoid heresay and rumormongering, don't focus on the negative attributes of the former partner, just the many positive attributes.  If you find yourself accused of the most heinous of crimes and misdemeanours, even if innocent, respond only with a smile and a slight shake of the head...profess your love for the Good Lord and go on about your business - never defend yourself - it is a glaring sign of weakness.   You will be construed as defensive...and guilty.  You will be better for it, your children, employees, friends, and minions will also be the better for it.  Blessings will reign down from heaven, your path will be turned to gold, you will pick up 1000's of friends on The Facebook you don't even know - just so they can be closer to your immortality.  Happy, Happy, Happy." (Dr. Woods stole the line from the guy on Duck Dynasty). 

As said, this is Dr. Woods definition of "The High Road"...as written at the time of his golf cart putter pounding amidst the biggest shrink for sex scandal in the small town of Buttwater, Mississippi's history. 

Stay tuned for the TRANSLATED version of Bengal's definition...of the Low Road.  To be continued.

Part #1 - Birth of the Jaded Anecdotal Premise

There once was a shrink who wrote a book.  The Book was called - "Take The High Road" - the shrink's name was Dr. Bengal Woods.  I will note, both the name of the book AND THE NAME OF THE SHRINK have been changed to protect the guilty.  Dr. Woods wrote the book during the time he was sleeping with his assistant, Gloria.  Gloria was just one of many in Bengal's stable - 10 to be exact.  Problem is, #11, Greta Van Woods (his wife and the mother of his 7 children), was not aware of Gloria...and the others in Bengal's stable.  That was, until one November night in Southern Mississippi when the story broke in GULF COAST PSYCHOLOGY THIS MONTH...Seemed Gloria had found out about Freda, Glenda, Brenda, Linda, and all of the other chicks with names ending in "A's" that the good Doctor was snugglin.  Mama Greta found out about it and took a putter to Bengal's souped up golf cart and the rest is history.  And from the experience, came the aforementioned Biloxi Times best seller, and our way of life as a nation changed forever.  The nation would divide at a crossroads - turn right, you find yourself on the high road.  Turn left, well, that is the low road - and when circumstances define themselves...we each make the choice...and that choice?  To be continued...