One Ring To Rule Them All

Middle-earth (part of the continent of Arda, where Elves and Men, along with the Dwarves, came into being) must have been a fantastic place to live in a time where magic was present and even the smallest person could change the course of the future.  In 1917, a young JRR Tolkien saw his wife Edith dancing in a glade near Roos, Yorkshire and this became the inspiration for him to write an unfinished poem The Lay of Leithian meaning Release from BondageThis is a tale about Beren and Lúthien and Tolkien once reflected that the Lord of the Rings was a sequel to the Beren and Lúthien story.  Lúthien was an elf born in the early First Age, before Men even existed.  She is the daughter of the Maia Melian (an immortal powerful being of Middle-earth and Gandalf and Sauron were also Maiar) and Thingol, the King of Doriath.  Lúthien was one of the most beautiful people ever to walk the earth.  She lived a happy and sheltered life in the kingdom of Doriath for many hundreds of years before she first encounters Beren.  Beren is a nobleman of the House of Bëor who is in exile as a member of his father’s band of outlaws.  Beren saw Lúthien and they fell in love but Thingol would only allow the mortal Beren to marry the immortal Lúthien on the condition that Beren returns with one of the Silmarils (three fictional brilliant jewels composed of the unmarred light of the Two Trees) from Morgoth, the first Dark Lord (and, at this time, Sauron’s master). King Thingol figures that this will drive Beren away, but to his surprise, Beren accepts the quest and vows not to return until he holds a Silmaril in his hand.

Aragorn would become the greatest Man of his time, leading the Men of the West against Sauron’s forces, helping to destroy the One Ring, and reuniting the Kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor.  When Aragorn was 12, he was singing a part of the Lay of Lúthien as walked in the woods, and this is when he witnessed the beauty of Arwen for the first time, who was clad in a mantle of silver and blue.  Mistaking her for Lúthien, he called to her by that name, and from that moment on, he loved only her.  Aníron was the love-theme for Aragorn and Arwen, and this song translates into “I desire” from Sindarin the Elvish language.  Aragorn was said to be, “Tall as the sea-kings of old, he stood above all that were near; ancient of days he seemed and yet in the flower of manhood; and wisdom sat upon his brow, and strength and healing were in his hands, and a light was about him.”

Aragorn wore a green stone around his neck an Elfstone called the Elessar that originally came from Galadriel.  The Elessar was green as the leaves but had the light of the Sun trapped within it; it was marveled by the Noldor, and those who looked through it were said to see the withered or aged as whole and young again.  It was even claimed to grant some power of healing to its wearer.  Galadriel was very wise and one of the most beautiful elves of her time.  She is the grandmother to Arwen and she is also known as the Lady of Light.  Galadriel gave her Elfstone to her daughter Celebrían, who in turn gave it to her daughter Arwen.  The Elessar was a wedding gift from the family of the bride to the groom, foretelling his marriage to Arwen, but they could not be married till the war was over and he became king.

The Lay of Leithian is a long poem, but I copied the first verse, so you could get an idea of this beautiful poem.  A king there was in days of old: ere Men yet walked upon the mould his power was reared in caverns’ shade, his hand was over glen and glade.  Of leaves his crown, his mantle green, his silver lances long and keen; the starlight in his shield was caught, ere moon was made or sun was wrought.

The translation for Aníron is as follows. “From darkness I understand the night: dreams flow, a star shines Ah! I desire Evenstar Look! A star rises out of the darkness The song of the star enchants my heart Ah! I desire…”

Written for Laura M. Bailey All The Shoes I Wear Manic Mondays 3 way Prompt: a picture of an angel, the word dirge and the song Aníron by Enya.

She Liked To Ride On Top

What feels good for one person might not for another, but bouncing up and down, and grinding her hips was her thing and who was I to complain, as I always enjoyed the view.  She knew just how to kneel on the sheets with her legs spread wide (OK sorry for crossing the line, being way too graphic) and combine these different sensations to drive me wild.  I wrote about this girl before in an earlier post ‘To Die For’, just in case anyone wants to read about that night when we first met.  We were dating, she told me all about her sexual past experiences and although she once spent a week in the back of a van with five guys, it didn’t bother me as now she was mine.  It is not every man that is willing to date a girl who has been ridden hard and been around the block more than a few times, but her promiscuous past didn’t really bother me, and I was not one to pass up a sure thing.

Most of the other guys that she was with considered her sexual past to be an atrocity and they used her for a one night stand or a hook up and then they always ditched her after they had their way with her.  I knew that Jenny was loose, but that is what I liked about her and I was not a virgin either, as I had some experiences of my own.  Jenny took the initiative and she willingly told me about her sexual history, this meant that she trusted me and I felt like Jenny saw something special in me.  Jenny had regrets about her past and there was no reason for me to punish her.  The absence of a sexually fulfilling life is one of the most abiding impressions that a young man can have and many times this is how I felt before I met Jenny.  I felt this comfort being around her and I liked her being my girlfriend, but I wasn’t exactly in love with her.  We did things together and we had fun all the time.

One day I took Jenny to meet my Dad who was out in the backyard and although he was calescent with her, I could tell that he was not impressed with her.  My Dad asked Jenny if she would like a drink and she said, “Do you have bourbon?”  My Dad said, “It is only 10 in the morning and you have the rest of the day for that partying stuff that you and my son do, right now I am on one of my coffee curfews, but I could have my wife put the tea kettle on if you drink that.”  Jenny said, “The temperature is rather warm today, so I would prefer a cold soda.”  My Dad said that it was warm and that we should go on the back porch to relax where he would open up the window, so we could all catch a breeze and then he told me to go and grab some sodas.  We were having a casual conversation when my Dad made a remark about Jenny wearing jeans that looked to be too tight, which she took as a criticism and she made a loud paroxysm in response and then we left.  She said that she never wanted to see my Dad again, as she thought he was cruel, but I figured that things might heal over time.

One day she said that she wanted us to go visit her friends and that we could sleep over their house.  I told her that I was fine with that and said it sounded like a real thrill, as I would not have to pay for a motel room.  I had never met any of her friends before and I was going to do this with excitement, anticipation, energy and zest.  They seemed to be an OK couple, but when the evening was over, Jenny and I retired to the bedroom they said was for us, she said that her girlfriend Donna wanted her to join her and her husband Bob in their bedroom for a threesome.  I did a WTF and slapped my hand on my forehead, as I didn’t want to have any part of these sexcapades.  Jenny told me that after Bob was satisfied, that both her and Donna would come back and take care of me.  I became dizzy and I started to sweat, the sheets were damp and I got up and got dressed and told her that she could stay here with Donna and Bob, or else she could go with me.

Written for Daily Addictions prompt Week #32 – Atrocity, for FOWC with Fandango – Love, for August Writing Prompts – Coffee curfews, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Porch, for Ragtag Community – Zest, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Initiative, for the secret keeper Weekly Writing Prompt #154 (5) word prompt – Night Line Heal Thrill Time, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Abiding and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Bonus Wordle Sick day – Calescent Sheets Paroxysm Temperature Tea Kettle Window Breeze Kneel Forehead Dizzy Damp Comfort.

 

Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll

My last few posts have been about a celebration of excess or debauchery and although I thought it was some of my best stuff, it was not received very well by most.  In my eyes, Rock & Roll taught me to ‘Not to give a fuck’ and to be myself and that means being original, but it seems that rock and roll has hit a dead end and although it might never actually die out totally, it will probably never blossom again.  Nothing brings out my indignation more than hearing someone remark that Rock is getting by on a wing and a prayer now, since the only people who enjoy it are those who are old enough to have seen the Beatles or gone to Woodstock.  I will always retain my fond memories of the 1973 concert that I went to at Watkins Glen, featuring the Band, the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers.  This concert was a real treat for me and I saw plenty of love, peace, nudity, and drugs there.

I was one of the 600,000 people who made the trip there for the festival that was known as the Summer Jam.  I drove there with 8 other dead heads in my station wagon and we drove in with an once of weed sitting on the dashboard, which did annoy me at first, but the concert was sold out, the gates were left open and we rolled by the parking lot attendants who just waved us through.  We got there the day before, which was called the sound test and all three groups performed.  I got the best recording ever of Tennessee Jed, as it seemed like Garcia was singing directly into my tape deck.  We camped out and went back the next day.

The stage was elevated so people in the back could see the groups, but this made it difficult for the people who were right in front of it.  Some of them tried to make human pyramid chains so they could climb up higher to see what was going on.  The stage crew responded by hosing everyone down that was in front of the stage.  It was a real mess up front and the people who were covered in mud began to strip their clothes off.

We (Danny, Patty, Irene and myself) were far enough back, to be out of the mud and have a good look at the stage.  The Grateful Dead kicked off with a jumping tune called ‘Bertha’.  They played two sets and some of the songs that I still remember after 45 years are ‘Truckin’, ‘Sugar Magnolia’, ‘China Cat Sunflower’, ‘Eyes of the World’, and they closed with Merle Haggard’s ‘Sing Me Back Home’.  One of the naked mud people wondered by us and Danny nudged me as said that we had to protect our girls from this a-hole.  This guy was a real piece of work, not only was he naked and covered in mud, but he had a snake wrapped around his neck which was definitely creeping Danny out.  This may have not even been the worst part as you could tell that this dude was tripping on something as his face was all contorted and he kept on drooling.  I considered the mud dude to be totally fungible, so I grabbed him by his arm and slung him back to the front of the stage where he belonged.  Danny and the girls all smiled at me and everything was blue skies and blossoms for us, now that this laboratory experiment of a person gone wrong disappeared into the crowd.  The Band followed the Dead, but a huge thunderstorm forced them off stage and that is when we went back to our campsite.

Written Daily Addictions prompt Week #32 – Remark, for FOWC with Fandango – Treat, for August Writing Prompts – Blue skies and blossoms, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Laboratory, for Ragtag Community – Fungible, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Prayer, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Eyes and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – blossom.

Why Is Being Short Bad?

Nothing is more powerful than belief.  I said to my new friend, “It is not the end of the world, hey life is not going to be all that great for you with those big ears, those little stubby arms, those small legs and those big feet, but things could be much worse, as at least you are symmetrical.  Maybe you could get some platform shoes for those little baby legs, so you wouldn’t have to stand so low?”  I had just taken a hit of Orange Sunshine and I did not feel like doing any work tonight.  This was the first time that I dropped acid at work and I knew that Orange Sunshine was the best, most pure, highest-quality acid ever produced and this was the first time that I ever took it.  I had smoked some weed laced with angle dust or PCP, done magic mushrooms, chocolate mescaline, peyote buttons, Purple Haze, microdot and blotter acid, so I did not see a problem handling just one tiny hit.

I dropped the hit of Orange Sunshine on the way to work on the back of a motor cycle, as my friend who was giving me a ride in that night said he was doing some.  I worked in the plumbing department at a large warehouse, where I was given a list of items that needed to go on certain trucks.  I usually had about a dozen orders to fill every night, which involved pulling the items out of bins, loading them of the wagon, checking off the ticket and then pushing the wagon down to the shipping dock.  I finished two tickets when the Sunshine kicked in, so I sat on the bench and found that changes in my perception of reality had began.  I took out my magic marker and the ink just flowed out onto the cardboard box, making this funny image.  All of a sudden this strange figure jumped off the box and started talking to me and it said, “It looks like you could use some help.”

I needed help alright as I knew that I was seeing things that couldn’t possibly be there, but I went along with it and said, “Yes, you are kind of short, but you look like a great climber, so I wonder if you can you pull all of my freight for me while I sit here and mark up all the tickets as being complete?”  Off it went down the aisle saying peep, peep, peep as it gathered the items from the bins that I called out.  My ink blot dude had finished off four more tickets for me and it was time for lunch.  My friend worked in a different department and at lunch he came down to see me and ask how I was doing and I told him about my new friend and how I was getting all of my work done.  He said, “Dude you are way to high to be at work, I am going to take you home and tell your boss that you got sick.”  I had him drop me at a park where a lot of my friends hung out.  I had this plumbing fitting in my pocket, which made everything look real psychedelic, but I was a bit sad because I knew that I would never see my short inkblot friend again.

Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Round here

Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)

Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ‘em up
Just to…

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ‘em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”.

I Try To Show You But You Drive Me Back

Buddy Holly and the Crickets recorded ‘Not Fade Away’ in May, 1957 and over the years the song was done by many other bands over the years, everyone from Bob Dylan, Patti Smith, Bruce Springsteen, The Byrds, Tom Petty, James Taylor, Sheryl Crow, Rush, Tanya Tucker, the Beatles, U2, Simon & Garfunkel, Stevie Nicks, the Everly Brothers, Queen to the Grateful Dead. Buddy Holly wrote this song (originally under his first and middle names, Charles Hardin) and Norman Petty who was the producer was probably only given co-writing credit as a formality and this song features the Holly Hiccup vocal stutters.  Holly had this totally unique, perfect blend of old hillbilly and new rock & roll coming from Lubbock, Texas and he perfected this clipped ‘uh’ sound that he used to emphasize certain words in any given song, especially the rockers.  By inserting an extra syllable, the hiccup has allowed some listeners to interpret the lines differently from what others hear.

This song was written as a variant of the legendary Bo Diddley beat, which was an update of the ‘hambone’ rhythm. “Hambone, hambone have you heard? Papa’s gonna buy me a mocking bird And if that mocking bird don’t sing Papa’s gonna buy me a diamond ring.”  Although it is no longer politically correct, this is also called juba music because of the raw dance beat that comes directly from the African jungle.  Juba dances in Africa were called Giouba and in Haiti they were known as Djouba.  This name has origins in slavery, supposedly originated from ‘hand-bone’, the hard part of the hand that makes the most sound.

The Buddy Holly version includes a lot of “Bop-bop-bop-bop” lyrics.  Young Mick Jagger saw Buddy Holly’s 1958 performance of this song and he said this inspired him to form his own band.  Mick Jagger and Keith Richards had been primary school classmates and friends until their parents moved apart.  Meeting up again when they were both in college, they realized that they shared an interest in blues and rock music.  They formed a group that initially focused on American blues classics.  After a few early personnel changes, the group settled on a quintet with Jagger on lead vocals, Richards and Brian Jones on guitar, Bill Wyman on bass and Charlie Watts on drums.  In 1964, the song became the Rolling Stones’ first release in the U.S.  The Stones made the song more modern by removing the hiccup.

‘Not Fade Away’ was performed 530 times by the Grateful Dead in their career, and it was their seventh most-performed song.  Guitarist Bob Weir is the lead singer for Not Fade Away, but Jerry, bassist Phil Lesh and keyboardist Brett Mydland all share the vocals.  Jerry Garcia plays lead guitar and Phil Lesh is prominent on bass along both of the Dead drummers Mickey Hart and Bill Kreutzmann are thumping away, helping to maintain the Bo Diddley beat.  The song switches back and forth from jamming to singing.  At the end of the piece, the song quite literally “just fades away.”  The band members begin repeating “not fade away,” but more and more softly.

The song is an adamant insistence about winning the love of another, where the singer declares to the object of his affection that his love is true, in return for her saving all her passion for him.

I wanna tell you how it’s gonna be
You’re gonna give your love to me
I wanna love you night and day
You know my love will not fade away
You know my love will not fade away
Not fade away

My love’s bigger than a Cadillac
I try to show you but you drive me back
Your love for me has got to be real
You’re gonna know just how I feel
Love’s real, not fade away
Not fade away

Written for 8/12/18 Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday Theme where the prompt is “drive/driving”.

Child Abandonment

The typed note said, “I am a victim of incestuous rape and I am not fit to be a mother. I named her Tuesday, because that is when she was born, but who ever finds her can rename her whatever they want.”  Eric being the genius that he was, realized that the baby was only two days old, because today was Thursday, or possibly it was a week and two days old, but he really had no idea and it could have been a few months old and two days.  Eric felt that this was better than getting bit by a rattle snake, or for that matter getting hit by a javelin, but Eric knew that he did not want this baby and he would have to figure out something to do with it, so he could get on with his busy life.  It was kind of a cute baby and he always liked that song Tuesday Afternoon.  Eric wondered how any mother could not feel any emotional attachment for their own baby and that is when he crouched down to pick the baby up.  As he grabbed the baby, he heard a voice say, “No stupid, you have give her proper support because she is still developing, so put your hands under the baby’s head.” Eric looked around and saw…

I need to select someone to continue this story, so take it away Reena Saxena.

Written for finish the story, started by Wordsmith, picked up by Paula Light and then by Fandango.

Kiss and Tell

I learned to never reveal intimate secrets about any sexual relationships only after I lost someone by doing just that.  They say that a gentleman never tells, that he should be classy displaying integrity even when he is ‘getting some strange’, but guys do talk, although maybe not as much as women do.  Many guys like to show off after they just nailed some chick and this probably stems from the fact that most single guys have a hard time getting laid, so this makes them announce that they sealed the deal and got to home base.  Sharing your romantic exploits, revealing intimate, personal, private or confidential details, after recounting in your head and then giving your friends a firsthand description about a sexual encounter often crosses the line, as certain things are best kept between you and the person that you slept with.

I split up with my wife and got divorced and had my own apartment where I lived with my dog.  Anyway I went online to try and meet some women and I often chatted on Yahoo Messenger which was sort of working, but the problem was that the ones that I met were distant, usually living in Nigeria or Ghana.  I was single, but I was not savvy, but after a while I developed an aptitude for meeting girls and I became good at chatting.  One day I met this lady whose screen name was Peachy kisses Delicate and she said that she lived in my town and we hit it off right away.  She told me that her name was Eleanor and the communication that we shared was always on the intimate side.  She said that she had a cat and things would never work out for us because I was a dog person and then she mentioned that was married and that she just caught her husband cheating on her and she wanted to have an affair to get even, so this was never going to be about love and I was OK with that.

We made arrangements to meet at Walmart and see how it goes and take it from there, but the day before we were supposed to meet, she contacted me and told me that she had second thoughts and that she was trying to make things up with her husband.  I told her that I understood and I wished her the best of luck resolving things.  She said that she felt bad for me and she mentioned that she had this girlfriend named Susan, who was divorced and who said that she had not been with a man in the two years since and she said that she would talk to her about me.  I told her that was fine, and I actually felt that I would have a better time being with a divorced woman instead of a married one that was seeking revenge.

I heard back from Eleanor and she said that she told Susan about me and that she was interested in meeting me.  She sent me a picture of Susan and she was a real babe and I began to think that there was harmony in the universe.  Eleanor said, “I bet that you will have a great time, because I heard that she swallows.”  This seemed a bit strange, but I had no idea what girls talked about with each other and how graphic they got with certain details.  I told Eleanor that would be great as my ex wife never did that.  She gave me Susan’s email address and her phone number and I called her and asked her if she would like to go out to dinner with me.

I picked her up on Saturday night and we had a nice dinner and then we went back to my place to watch some TV.  Things got romantic and when we were both heated up we went into my bedroom where I gave her a back rub.  Things progressed and I had a fantastic evening and then I took Susan back to her place and I told her that I would call her so we could do it again, as she seemed to have as good a time as I had.  The next day after our date I saw Eleanor online and she asked me how things went with Susan.  I told her it was great and I thanked her for setting us up on the date and then I opened my big mouth and told her that she was right that Susan does swallow, I guess because I felt like I owed her something.

I called Susan the next day and she never answered her phone as I guess Eleanor must have told her what I said about her.  I realized that it was wrong and I accepted that I had ruined a good thing and that we would never be together again.  The lesson to be learned here is that if you had a good time with a girl, then keep your mouth shut and there is a good possibility that there will be more good times ahead.  You can get a dinner date even if you are not a gentleman, but if after it is over, you kiss and tell, that could ruin your chances at getting another date and you will end up having to eat your lunch all by yourself.

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Aptitude, for August Writing Prompts – Peachy kisses Delicate, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Communication, for Ragtag Community – Cat, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Distant, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Love and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Harmony.