Four Seasons

Spring.

=>Eyes Happen upon you<=

Veins warm with running blood.

Temperature 96.8F

=>Someone utters your name<=

Temperature 99.9F

Veins expand as blood warms.

=>First Text Message with;)<=

Veins expand even more blood begins to boil.

Temperature 110F

=>Hear your sweet voice proceeding from my iPhone's speakers<=

Temperature 120F

Veins throb as blood boils.

Summer.

=>Your soft skin inadvertently brushes mine<=

Temperature moves to C

Veins begin to give way as blood is almost unbearable

=>First Kiss<=

Veins give way to blood racing

Temperature 199C

=>First time we join to sculpt our masterpiece of Love<=

Temperature (the Sun's surface)

Blood has transformed into fire (can no longer be contained by the body)

=>This Masterpiece becomes a nightly task<=

Body is now consumed by fire

Temperature incalculable

Fall.

=>Can't Hold you as dearly as before<=

Temperature calculable with Earthly thermometers.

Fire turns to blood. Still no veins.

=>Text messages instead of phone calls<=

Blood slows. Veins begin reforming

Temperature 80F

=>Quick peck. Late for a meeting, Love<=

Temperature 75F

Veins are luke warm as blood slows continually.

=>Forget to tell you how wonderful you are...Far too often.<=

Veins cooling blood hardly flowing

Temperature 68F

Winter.

=>3am:Babe, who's calling so late?<=

Temperature 45F

Pneumonia setting in.

=>Won't make it to dinner tonight, Dear. Work.<=

High fever. Cold blood.

Temperature 100F

=>Comes home to a note<=

**I love you dearly**

**Gave you all of me**

**Murdered me when I got none of you**

**Far too busy to ever Love me right**

**But she's not**

**Dinner on table. I made your favorite**

**Good bye**

**Tears stain paper**

Hypothermia has set in.

Blood stops flowing. Veins frozen

=>Never made it through the Winter<=

....Man....(sigh)....

Spanish CNN...

Can't recognize but a few words. Looked up. Pictures. Video. The name. Michael Jackson. Look up again. A body bag. No. Maybe I'm reading this wrong.

Turn to English CNN...

"MICHEAL JACKSON DIES"
1958-2009

Mouth opened for one full minute.

Drop the guitar that I was holding.

"iQue paso Estefany! Esta bien...Esta bien...." Spanish family keeps asking questions.....

After an hour of shock. My first thought:

How sad. He gave his everything to the world. What did he get back. Lousy media coverage mixed with lies. You all got your money. What more did you bastards want. You even got the world to forget his name and call him "Wacko-Jacko" instead. But I don't blame any of you. Look at what his own father and brothers did to him. Even his babysister. Couldn't even get love from his family (minus Janet and Mom)........Yet, he continued to give. The most selfless person I've ever seen in this lifetime. He was no longer a person, but a character. A tragic character.

I believe that God used him. He wasn't a human being, but a message. A story, or a parable if you will. Music was just part of it. TRY to look at the story behind the music. The story of a man who gave all and got nothing in return. But loved anyway. Never once got on TV and trashed those who so vehemently lied on him. And if anybody had cause to lash out. It was this man.

Let his life be a lesson to us all....I won't tell you what the lesson is because we all must draw our own conclusions....But learn from his story. It was on display for the WORLD to see.......

Would love to say Rest In Peace Mr. Jackson. But sadly, he'll never get that opportunity....Even in death, he can't escape the cameras, the media, the criticism.....If I were him. I would have longed for death sooner....He will be missed by those of us who loved him in all SINCERETY......


Peace.

El Caribe.....

Sitting in a little restaurant in Limon Central staring at the Sea.....

Inhale. Feel the breeze. El Caribe at night. The timeless port city of Limon. Lovers sitting along the banks gazing into each other's eyes. Lips locked. Enough said. Inhale. Feel the breeze. People walking the streets. "People of the Rainbow." I call them. All colors. Red, yellow, black, whie, blue purple. All seeing clear. Each his brother's keeper. Color matters not. Inhale. Feel the breeze. Do you? Feel the breeze. I sit here without a care in the world. As the breeze kisses my face. Watching the waves hug the shores and quickly return to the Sea. If only you could Sea what I Sea. Don't leel the need to move from this spot. Just write. And stare. I gaze into the Sea as if it were the very eye of my Love. The feeling is mutual as it gazes back at me. Hitting harder and harder against the rocky shores. No need to eat or drink. Only sit. No need to eat or drink. Only sit. Not even a need to think. Only write. Inhale. Feel th breeze.