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You never told me where you’re from…
I don’t know that I care.
While riding in a flying carriage
you caught me, unaware.
Chimes of laughter filled my ears
as I thought of all the years
the things we did, the places shared,
not to mention all the tears.
From ballroom dancing to a moonlit beach
to gilded dreams just out of reach.
From the moment we two shared a glance
I knew I’d ne’er forget
the love affair I shared
with the girl I never met.
-James V. Watson, Jr.
11/97
This was written on an airplane going to Seattle. I saw a woman get on the plane w/BRIGHT red hair—she looked like a human toy doll, but with the face of an exquisite China doll. Immediately I grabbed my pen & scrawled this out on a cocktail napkin…it took all of 2-3 minutes. I transcribed it onto a piece of paper & coaxed a stewardess into giving it to the woman anonymously for me. The squeals of delight & “Aaaww”’s were almost too much to bear from her & her three other friends…she looked everywhere to find a hint in someone’s eyes which would divulge the identity of the author, but found none. The poem was signed with my rune, & later in the terminal I had an airport employee give her my card, w/the rune on the back. Again, she whipped her fiery head all about the terminal to see if he (I) was watching. I left. On the return trip, she was on my flight. I wrote nothing else to her. I de-planed & went home to Santa Barbara, hoping to get a call. She never did.
Welcome to my Mind...
The pen IS a sword, and both are mighty. My words are not for the shallow, nor for the light-hearted. If you are easily daunted, read no further. At a younger age only a select few did I deem trustworthy enough to view my works – the very fibers of my existence! As time passed the select few grew until finally I decided the entire world should be privy to what follows…perhaps one day when I have passed from this Earth, my works will be immortalized in textbooks for children to study from! In fact while penning several of my works I actually had exactly that in mind: literature with infinite entendres, stoking discussion and debate among even the most subdued personalities. Some of the works that follow will most likely offend you, some will toughen you, others may fill you with concern. If you take offense, so be it. If you are pleased, it is my pleasure. These words are my own, spread upon the page for no one in particular, written because I simply felt they needed to be said. Often things most obvious go unnoticed unless brought to our attention. If you are touched, I am pleased. If you are concerned, keep it to yourself. I have no need of counsel or advice; writing is the only therapy which maintains my sanity. Were I not to write, I would explode. Projecting my thoughts and emotions onto paper, thus giving it tangible form, relieves my tension. Writing my feelings helps me to identify them better. To me it is very personal. To condemn my work is to condemn me. In the past, no one who might do so would I allow to view my works. I trust you will not. Criticism is welcome. How can anything progress and better itself without critique? Blatant denunciation or slander, however, will not be tolerated. Be constructive or say nothing. All of us, to some extent, are mentally unbalanced. How we choose to deal with such shortcomings determines whether or not we are to be considered ‘insane’. I am unbalanced, I admit that freely. Insane I am not. My thoughts are often warped, demented, vulgar, perverted, and even self-destructive at times. My only actions reflecting such thoughts, however, are the occasional lashing out at an inanimate object, and the violent strokes of my pen.
Read On…
About Me
- Surfgoth
- Santa Barbara, CA
- I'm on the edge, over the top, under the radar, above the norm, outside the box, inside your head, around the corner, behind the times, ahead of the pack, at the helm, in front of the mirror, and through the looking glass...
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