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Saving the World - A work of fiction, Part I

2011-07-27T09:19:00.000-07:00

You ever have those moments where you jolt awake, almost like it was a cattle prod stabbing into your lower back, pushing you, shocking you back into reality? Then, after being driven into the darkness that is reality, blinking through the sleep, you wonder where you are, what is happening and was it really a cattle prod that woke you? Sometimes I'll twist around to check my backside just to be sure.
Anyway, that happened again last night. Seems to be happening more lately. I know now it was Hemingway, kicking in his sleep. But it makes me wonder sometimes if its the promise. It also makes me wonder if Hem misses Lady Bonita and maybe he's dreaming about her. Running with her in the backyard, a place a dog deserves to be, free enough to chase his "girlfriend", or I guess more like sister...
Ahh, I've got to get off the subject.
Idiot!
All it does is crash down waves of memories about a life I can't have anymore and that's just selfish of me. But still I have to wonder, would Hem be better if I could have left him behind. I guess that was my first mistake.
Stop!
Can't think like this. It's not about me, this is about the greater good. Hem is just as happy with me as if he was back home. Anyway, I have more important things to do like find breakfast.
I scan around the alley, wrap up my blanket and look down at Hem. I always love this time of day. The sun cresting, it is the cosmic equivilant of a reset button. No matter the promises, the hopes, the failures, here is another chance to get out there and share the worth of the promise. Hem's sitting like the good boy he is, tail is slightly wagging and I am now noticing he's got "the look" in his eye. That sly look like he knows something I don't. This usually goes one of two ways, either he's going to take off after an alley cat or we are gonna have a feast.
My stomach grumbles a bit and I scan the alley and its dumpsters once more. It won't happen here, a business complex on a...what day is it, Saturday? They won't have anything here, I've seen the fat slobs who work in these sterile boxes. They won't even toss out a stale donut; but that's the duality of it all. It makes this the safest place to sleep at night and that's just till October anyway.
Hem is nudging at my hip. He's ready to go. As I put my blanket into the backpack I decide to grab his ball. A quick chuck down the alley and he's off chasing it, his clicking nails echoing all the way.
Lead us to something good today boy...

Days

2011-07-14T08:46:00.000-07:00

All these days string together, blending and twisting. Mixing and muting they swirl and become difficult to differentiate. There are times that stand alone like a monument above trees, then there's the other times that seem unique but only remind me of nothing, like the dead leaves fallen, huddled under the wrong tree, next to said monument.
No matter the day, I can smell your hair when the breeze strikes up and I can taste you as I am sustained by life. These days that blur may just be caused by you, I never remember a day without you and the comfort is found in exactly that.

Relative

2011-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:00

People ask why I am so interested in history; dirty, dusty, old and crusty history. It's simple, it follows the Principle of Parsimony, meaning the easiest answer must be the correct one, right? The easiest offering I have is I want to know if I'm going to be crazy one day.
History doesn't have to encompass the desire to know what types of tools the Sumatrans used to build their living quarters; no, it sometimes is just about finding out about the last five generations of my own family. Knowing that I had a relative who threw himself off the peak of a 14-story building might help me understand why I am afraid to look up at tall buildings, or maybe why I don't fear standing on the ledge of one. Maybe knowing that my own grandmother suffered from agoraphobia helps me understand why I feel antsy being cooped up, or maybe it lends to why I enjoy being on the couch so much.
My grandfather's sister currently resides in a sanitarium, showing none of the genetic disease that killed him over 15 years ago. Which path will I follow, senility, or premature death from a disease that has no cure? Maybe my mixed blood from the other blood line will hold all of that in check.
I can tell you which of my ancestors invaded which country dating back to 1066 AD, how all lines of my blood came to be in America and how eventually they co-mingled. I cannot, however, tell you if I will someday be insane. Frightening? Sure, how is that not slightly scary? On the other hand, do we really know if we are going insane? How far must that path be travelled before we can actually say we've arrived in the town center? Maybe I'm there already and those around me are either figments of my own depraved mind, or simply catering to my deranged state.

Food for thought...

2008-07-17T18:02:00.000-07:00

We are a funny people sometimes. We complain about how much money Obama and McCain are raising for their advertising campaigns, yet we are swayed by those 30 second "warm and fuzzy, the world will be perfect under me" commercials.
Which is more insulting, that they think they can garner our vote in 30 seconds, or that we are actually a snippet society, so caught up in getting into the next thing, we cannot even take time to research who is most qualified to be the most powerful man on the planet for the next four years?

The Reveal

2008-07-17T18:01:00.000-07:00

DaveP World: A Buzz From the Past coming in September. The first new DaveP World story in five years...

Epoch To Come

2008-02-14T19:48:00.000-08:00

Descending soon...The dynamics of which, have never been previously revealed...

The Clue

2008-02-14T19:34:00.000-08:00

Dreams of heading west
the place where the sun goes
to rest.

Today Is The Matter At Hand

2007-10-16T19:47:00.000-07:00

There has never been
A time
Better for the people.
We are all that we can be
As long as we believe
There are none who can stop all that we wish to achieve
Just believe,
There is always a choice
Make a difference
And don't wait for tomorrow
For tomorrow is not yours to delegate.

something out of nothing

2007-07-14T16:24:00.000-07:00

it was something like an afterthought
that was all bigger than it seemed
something like the flick of a wrist
when you don't think about it
when you drive down the street
and stop without really seeing the sign
hearing someone's voice
without paying attention
to the meaning of their words
that was what it was
for her to present me

a gift

of magnitude
so large
and inspiration
so great
i put it in words
to remember what people do for others
even when they wouldnt realize
that this is what ive written about

Taking a Bite Out of the Apple

2007-06-20T15:49:00.000-07:00

It's been a tragic tale
A loss so great
It left my heart frail.
A tattered piece of coal
No longer did I know
What it was to be whole.
The hole in my being
Kept me from seeing
The possibility
There was a probability
To save all I held dear.
So here
As you hear me draw near
I have found a way back
But not without a lack
Of trying
Realizing that my beloved
Was not dying,
This technology is so trifle,
Once had me ready to get the rifle
Now again, am I enamored
Even flattered,
That I can bring these words back
To a world that does not have the patience
to care

knight

2007-03-08T16:19:00.000-08:00

On a lighter note,
It's never too late to hope
As long as it's not too late to realize
The dreams you've kept locked away
Even from your own brain.
I woke up the other day
And realized I had a day to deal with.
But by that night
Couldn't remember half of what I did.
Feeling wasted by the waning light,
I was excited to get to sleep
And see what treats
The new day could bring.
But by the time I woke up the next day
It was too late
To do anything worthwhile.
I had no one to tell anyway;
All my friends are ghosts
Wavering in flight
Looking for life.
So it's back to bed,
In the hope of something to see tomorrow
Something new
To do.

UNMe

2007-02-10T11:07:00.000-08:00

I knew he would write this one day
A day I had long seen
And allowed to pass.
I was the one
Who whispered life
In his ear,
Painted his heart as a work of art.
Without me,
None could hold him near.

He was passed down to us
Developed as a miracle; he has grown to leave us;
Our hope always being
That he would surpass us
In happiness
And instilled in him
Are all that we are.

I met him in a fleeting pass,
It took something of time to peel away
The distance between us. I knew who he was
But never him,
Until happenstance
Locked us into eternal friendship
And without me
He may never have known
How to be the man I today see.

Like the man of worth before me
It was simply a fluke
That I came to be the best man
A man can trust. We've exchanged ideas
But never barbs
We've exchanged philosophy
But never faith
And I taught him that sometimes
It is quite alright
To let emotion get the better of you.

A friend of a friend came by
And to dinner we all went.
He was the one in the corner all night
Aloof to the events around him.
I don't think I knew then,
He was simply too shy for his own good.
But with the passing days
I showed him that being close to another
Does not mean friendship cannot be made by another.

And in the years that followed,
As I came into his sight,
I showed him that there is much to learn
In the world we see
That trust is most easily won
When you have nothing to hide.

It seems thematic that the events in his life
Seem to be by chance,
As we were possibly a day away
From never having met.
On that night I saw him first,
I knew I had him in my pocket forever.
Maybe there was a part of me
That wouldn't believe he would do all
For me.
But that doubt is erased today.
In our time growing together
I have shown him
Courage does not mean "without fear",
Victory does not mean "without pain",
And most importantly,
I have proven he is man and not clairvoient,
For his own prophecy will never come true
As I age by his side
In love forever.

As I was there to begin,
So shall I be until the end
He was never alone,
As I plotted his paths
Allowing him the choices
To pass.
There was never a moment left unknown
All has come to be
As it always should have been.

Down For The Day

2007-02-06T19:02:00.000-08:00

There was something in the crowd
The other day
It could have been the sun
Simply shining down
And separating what is real,
From my memories.
But nonetheless, there you were. Walking through the crowds
Moving along, carried by the clouds.
I laughed to myself later,
Wondering why you would come back.
Thinking maybe there was just that great of a hairdresser here
Or maybe one more caress of a cheek
That you had left behind.
It wasn't that long ago,
Or maybe it was
I was at that podium
Discussing what everyone knew
About you.
It wasn't that long ago
Or maybe it was
That the pain was a great part
Of this downtrodden heart.
But they were your words
That helped me to heal...
For in life, there is always opportunity
And with that
There will always be hope.
Thanks for stopping by...

Save My Life With Lies

2006-12-01T17:52:00.000-08:00

I heard a rumor about me and it made me wonder
If all things that come to pass
Have reason after all.
Roman said I was important to all,
Especially those whose hearts I hold.
I am the nail to the board,
The twine to the post
And it made me wonder why now?
Was it nicety, or reality
About me
That influenced his lips
Or maybe even his brain
To let loose the compliments he contained.
For it was not long in the past,
He told Bella of transgressions I had never commited.
There was a day when I was blissfully unaware of his sword unsheathed
Leveling slowly
Into the small of my back,
It took Bella's cries for me to realize
The death of our life together
Brought on by Roman's silver tongue.
But if not for his words then,
I may have never wandered to the fields alone,
Stumbling upon the one butterfly
Who dared to stay
Upon my shoulder
And save my life.

Speechless

2006-12-01T17:45:00.000-08:00

Cosmically enhanced, from day one you had me entranced
So much so
That I always seem to forget
The words I would place here
To describe you best, my butterfly.
Something about this...
The way you said that...
Maybe...the smile...
And how all the while...
You do all that you do...
I don't know how to say
There is a way
About who you are
That drives me to the stars
And in that trip
I lose my mind
To my heart
Again, forcing me to start over...
I try to equate you to a four-leaf clover,
Sweetly frosted in my life,
There's something magical in all you do,
It preventss me from ever finding the words
To tell you how true
I believe this love to be...
Lost again in the face I see.

MyGrain

2006-12-01T17:42:00.000-08:00

There is a stabbing behind my eyes
A sharpness attacking my thoughts considered wise.
It's rise
Is brought about from the demise
Of my prized
Memory.
Traces of faces seem to melt
Mold and pelt
The inside of my brain.
I cannot keep straight
What is real,
What might be fake.
I have become the clown, masked with cake.
I turn to tomorrow and ask for help,
But burningg in my head
Is the ever constant yelp
Screaming and tearing from left to right,
Never letting me sleep without fright.

Must Be Getting Old

2006-10-27T21:37:00.000-07:00

I think I must be getting past my prime
Cause I'm starting to realize
I always theorize
That I know more
Because I am of the generation before.
It seems like these kids today
Want to drift away,
They don't care
About anything but their hair,
Don't seem to worry
About the world's flurries
Of debate and hate
The fragile state
Of our communication,
Is lost upon them.
But is it up to me,
To simply flee?
Or better to stand
And listen
If I am around to teach
Could I make it better
With my outreach?
Is it too late
To change the hate
Argue the debate
And correct that fragile state?
I have nothing left
But to reach across
A gap of generations;
My effort to evicerate
A misunderstanding leading to a path of hate.

Back From The Fringe

2006-09-30T21:39:00.000-07:00

There was a day,
It was one day...
We were among the lost avenues,
Or better yet,
Lost among the avenues...
Of folk
Who knew no better than to accept who we were.
It was a child's simple mind
That gave direction
To the diction
I now lay before you.
And even as we turned east,
Fighting the bitter twist of events,
Fate led us to the fields
That helped me to realize...
Sometimes you end up in the place that you are always supposed to be in.
And without ever being able to tell you for sure,
I know without a doubt,
I stood in the place
Where my own family cared for themselves before I could ever know
Who they were.

Under The Tree

2006-08-22T18:59:00.000-07:00

Always I have you in my heart,
It's as if you were there with me from birth.
I can't wait, really I can't;
Seeing you that day is like waiting for Christmas
When you know
What you are getting under the tree.
I feel like crying, but all the same
Want to laugh
When I think of the times that we have
Ahead of us.
There is no way I can forsee
All that I plan to feel
When I see you for the first time
Again.

Shut Your Mouth

2006-08-22T18:52:00.000-07:00

It's not two steps from my brain
To my mouth
But long always it seems
The path to speak.
I've not yet released the angst of yesterday
And am looking forward
To what tomorrow
Will allow me to lock away
For a future day.
A ticking time bomb?
Nothing like that,
Just unsure of the script
That had been provided
In times past.
It's all that I've known
To lock away the treasures of disdain
Like they are pieces of gold
Always with me,
These stories untold.

Growing Up

2006-07-28T21:29:00.000-07:00

I was about a knee high
The first time I realized I could fly.
That was the 70's and I was alright with life.
I was about to cry
The first time I felt pain from afar,
She was on a track and I was in the dark.
That was the 80's and I was alright with life.
I was brought back to earth
Descended from dreams of mirth
When disappearing acts
Were my emotional tax,
That was the 90's and I almost gave up on life.
I wish I could tell you I stand 10 feet tall
But I still have far to fall
Much to learn, more important maybe
That it's knowledge I yearn.
I wish too I had the time to expand upon
All the names I call upon
For my life, my love
These lessons, all my doves;
It's the 21st, I again, am alright with life.
I listen so you can talk,
I wander, so you can walk,
I take these words inside
To forever fuel my drive.
It's the 21st, I've lived my worst,
I live to fill the rest of these lines,
All it takes now
Is time.

General Ledger

2006-07-18T19:44:00.000-07:00

Where you stepped in life
I never noticed,
Until you stepped in my path.
This much is obvious,
The place where I took notice
Of you.
I admire,
Not that it matters,
All that you have accomplished.
It is amazing to me
All that a mind can achieve
Sailing to the stars,
Reaching a dream born and bred
In green and neon sensations,
Allowing this to be
A better place for all
To see.
I thank you
For all you do,
Embrace a tree
For me.

Living the Dream

2006-07-15T08:11:00.000-07:00

I have a secret stored in a box.
It's pretty big, because the box even has a name,
Pandora.
This secret I store
Is a tale of possible future and maybe a dash
Of past;
See, these days could still be
All dreams, tempting me
Letting me believe
That life could be this good.
I walk light of foot,
So as not to risk
Bumping something in the night
Waking me to the plight
Of reality
And the banality
That comes with it.
Afraid to begin enjoying all that is here,
That it may disappear in a swift wipe
Is my fear.
The problem is
I cannot help but begin to enjoy
The colors and their names swirling around me
Like a pinwheel in the wind.
It's warming to see
And feel this sensation
So foreign; the stability brought on by such a healing embrace.
Maybe I can just believe for a moment
And maybe, just maybe
This dream can last
Forever.

Invasion of the Amazons

2006-07-14T17:20:00.000-07:00

Won't be long now...
I can hear their breath,
The writhing laughter taunting my testosterone
Down to the core,
Sending me running to the porch.
I can feel the stomping of their feet arriving
Sending me diving
Behind any piece of furniture
That can hide me from the overture
Of the invasion.
These women, dominating all facets of my reality,
Are taking my sanity
For their exquisite breakfast,
But it's still not enough
To satiate their appetite.
Just enough for their temporary delight.
They are here and here they stay
All night and every day...
But I guess I can live with it for a week,
A servant so meek, I am weak;
But if I play the cards right,
I can mold a story for the boys
That may be tight.

Home...Sick

2006-07-07T12:25:00.000-07:00

The pain in my brain
Is the drain
Caused by a strain
Of viral microbes,
Acting as sapping diodes,
Leaving my body tired and tense
Seemingly with no sense.
The doctor shrugs
Claims there are no drugs
For a sinus infection.
And although I agree with his projection
I hate the fact
That there is a lack
Of treatment for me
So I sit in the heat
Feeling systemically weak
Wondering why I have to be sick
When summer has come
Into its full click.

DLC

Let me clear my throat...

2006-07-06T18:42:00.000-07:00

Welcome one, welcome all to a place that will finally house my innermost thoughts and the intricate designs of all words I formulate; whether they make sense or not.
For my opening act to this world of blogging, I want to thank Charmaine for starting a blog, because I am simply riding her coattails.
But most importantly, I want to thank the beautiful, future Mrs. Pimental for always "bugging" me to post my words and not be afraid to let others see this "gift" of mine.
So without further ado, this is dedicated to Lisa, it is one of my favorite pieces of work, not simply because it reminds me of her, but because I knew before I met her that someone would fit the mold of this piece.
I can't take credit for it...if I tried I would probably be struck by lightning...and ironic is it not, that my opening blog wouldn't even list one of my own works...

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around and it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how