Smooch The Snooch

It's Cayos birthday. She's ten years old.
That's also how many years we've been together.
I like to call her "Snoochie".
She is so beautiful, and I tell her that constantly.
I mean, Look at her. She's georgeous!
She's never done anything to piss me off. Instead, she comforts me.
I kiss her all the time. I can't help it.
She's so faithful and affectionate.
Full of unconditional love.
She loves to snuggle up to me.
If I curl up on the couch, she relocates to be next to me.
When I go to bed, she follows me and curls up at my side.
She's the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see at night.
I've kissed her, at the very least, ten times a day, and that is a vast understatement.
That means that I've kissed her over 36,500 times.
That's a lot of kisses.
I guess you can tell that we are in love.
Happy together.
Even now, she is laying on the floor near my feet.
Our life is good.
Happy Birthday Cayo!

The Succubus

Almost over night it happened.
The change occurred.
The yellow came.
Something is sucking the green from my lush jungle, leaving in its wake a wounded forest.
The trees that stood so proudly all summer guarding and embracing my hilltop paradise are now withering and wearing the rags of fallen warriors.
Orange and yellow adorn these proud giants where only yesterday their emerald armors gave shelter to the creatures of my land.
They may still stand strong.
But soon, they'll stand naked.
These molestations seem to coincide with the chilling of the night.
That's when "she" comes to prey.
To rape the honor of her victims and suck their life into her cold belly.
The only witness, a full, but silent Moon.
I am safe in my castle, for now, but it is a rude awakening.
A subtle reminder of what must be done.
Time is running out.
There are still things I must do.
Preparations to be made...
If I want to be ready for winter.

Planet Dandy "Year One" Complete

Wow, I just realized that it has been a whole year since I started the Planet Dandy Blogs!
Happy anniversary to Me! haha
This year seems like it passed so fast.
I've made a few new friends, and gotten back in touch with a lot of old friends as well.
I've written about everything from Gwar shows, to alien invasions.
(not that there's much difference there.)
I've written about my cat.
Changes in the seasons, extreme weather, Feeders, Spores, Nine Inch Nails, Slayer, and Flying Jellyfish.
What else could I possibly find to write about?
I wonder.
This next year will tell!
As of this writing, 1,371 visits.
I really should've collected a dollar at the door!
Thanx for your visits and your comments.
Planet Dandy Loves You!

Higher Ground

Day five.
The deluge continues.
I am not concerned about the rain that persists its attack. I live on high ground.
Although there is some occasional flooding of a side street down in the village, it too, is on a hill and everything ends up in the ocean...Eventually.
Everything.
Earlier this spring it rained for almost an entire month. That was in June and it affected the whole summer. Gardens were flooded or planted too late and schedules in general were all thrown off balance. It has left me feeling out of synch.
Now, I only wonder if this will have any effect on the winter.
I was actually looking forward to a fresh season for a fresh start. I just wasn't planning on building an ark.
Still, it is soothing hearing the rain on the roof at night, and there is no glare on the t.v. in the day. Those are good things.
Oh well, it just goes to show.
Just when it seems that there's nothing else to talk about...
there is always the weather, and even I, am not above that.
Let it rain.
It's all downhill from here!

Creeping Death

These last days...
The view from the tower where I reside has been consumed by an eerie mist.
The wooded hills and all that is in them, shrouded by the spectral fog.
Sol, a hostage of the elements.
I enjoy the grey serenity. There is something calming about it.
Haunting, yet beautiful.
I watch it make its rounds.
Gliding in and out of the edges of the forest.
Like wraiths on patrol.
Guarding the perimeter of Avalon.
My home.
Planet Dandy.

Slugish

I wish I could remember something that I never even knew.
I wish there was a secret about me that I never got to know.
Some fantastic story so amazing that it would change my life.
An epoch revelation that I was never meant to find out about, but did.
A truth that I was suppose to learn when I turned a certain age but was lost.
Something that would make me question my very being.
What's it like to wake up one morning to find out you were never even who you thought you were?

I suppose it's any poets dream to remove themselves from their own reality to seek inspiration from somewhere unknown to them.
I should just be happy knowing that I am who I am, where I am and enjoy my phlegmatic existence.
Besides, humans are far too complicated and fragile of a species to emulate.

Still...What if?