Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "HEY JOLEEN! Under the Midnight Sun."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Hey JOLEEN! -Under the Midnight Sun."

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams, let's drink some Whiskey; where DO all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, get kind'a frisky under the midnight sun.

It's hard to shrink, today they call it "down-sizing"; I too have looked into that hole of a life in which U don't belong and where a man can lose his soul.

It's a "witch-a-way" World, nobody to teach U, U just want/gotta find your own Soul and the "slings & arrows" of outrageous fortune will steer U from your path of gold.

This ain't Natures grande-epiphany, nor no College degree, no parental guidance, no Royal decree just a lonesome Gig, U R on your own-KID! -to your zig-zag path TO your goal.

Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams. Let's drink some Whiskey; where do all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, some Winters night, or frisky, we gonna RUMBLE! -under the midnight sun.

Hey Joleen! Joleen! Tonight, we'll have some fun! (Pass dat whiskey Babe/leastways save me some!?)

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Oct. 11th/one day into my 70th year.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomand!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Loch Lomond."

(dedicato: Pete/fellow Music Man in Corozal, now in Japan/2 Yorkshiremen)

"Loch Lomond."

Funny how the COVER (tune) takes the Crown over an original, be it Kate Bush, John Lennon or all the "COVER-orchestras" whose "Conductors" GLORY in the shadow of Beethoven, Bach, Chopin et.al.? 

Funny how that phonic Diamond, that Shakespear in aspic, every writer confesses or pleads "da 5th!" -sounds, & funny how, the kitchen maid becomes her DREAM, a Princess in the wings awaiting to be seen? (Golden slippers from the "Goodwill" store?)

Have U ever had a Dream? Have U ever rose above Life's Scream? Or does it seem like U? What's ONE Scream over another? The World is fractured with Screams? (S-what we do/maybe silently?) Painter Edvard Munch in Orlando-F.L.A.?

Funny how a joke can kill your friend, funny how political SMOKE will blind your Will? Funny how finally you find U lost your way? Thank God, as far as U know the Kids are, O.K.

All those twists & turns to turn U away from your Truth, catapult U from your Youth, so far away, now misted!

Funny how U dance the night away, best breeches! Funny how U jest & speeches. Funny late at night, a VAMPIRE, comes to bite your Conscious-NECK-bleeding!? (Who'da guessed?) A puncture in your wings?

Funny how eternal remorse. Daylight gone, just nights: "Flap-flap-flap" -Bats wings hanging UP-side down! (Flap-flap-flap.) A HAMMER-HORROR (cheap-ass Brit movie w/tits)  at your door.

 Inverted DISCO? And funny, on our death bed, all those Cats who gave a "Damned", we request they - coffin-lowered - they bellow OUT: "Oh Danny-Boy!" ("Mein Gott!!!)

If ya got an extra-Buck hire a Scottish PIPER (Lord knows they need the work?)....(Singing:) 

"If U & mah true love will ever meet again...And U'll take the high road, and I'll hitch-hike on the LOW road N' I'll see ya on the banks of Loch Lomond! For Mio & that GAL will never meet again - SCOTLAND/where else? -on the bonny banks of U know where!!!"

c.2025, dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage thingy/Sshhhh!): "The POOL GUY!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, (Espionage-thingy/Sshhh!): "The Pool Guy."

(dedicato: John Scace, Malibu Pool Czar, & William Houston & Me/sometime Pool Guys in BEV-HILLS-BEL-AIR)

...."The Pool Guy."

He's never too early, he's never too late, he's da POOL MAN and your SWIMMING POOL can sometimes be your fate, in Los Angeles a hundred kids drowned every year.

A "body" of water, a patch of blue, it might not mean too much to U? . But for the Pool Man!?

With his faithful Assistant, Dave, Bill or Igor (with hump) he'll brighten up your Villa-Patio swim-pool WORLD, with advice/no worries, even run-off with your girl. The one with spots & money?

And he's Judge & Jury on Chlorine & Life. He has also been known to run off with your Wife! -if she has money? Chlorine tablets R getting more expensive so it's ALL ABOUT the lucre.

...COZ he's da POOL MAN, the pool dude. He'll pool-vacuum all your troubles away. YUP! He's the Pool bloke. Your very own Pool fella. Lucky bastard. The Kid who (?) gets away.

But just for the RECORD, and IF U needed a Lawyer in a hurry, he'd stand up for U; a PRIEST-confession (no worries) or that AWOL white-collared prick from St. Cardboard, he'd host the wedding & marry U too? (Rental Vicar rig?)

...COZ he's the Pool Man, Swimming Pool Tsar, the pool guy looking out for U.

(Don't forget to give the guy a TIP (TIP: to inspire premium service), Gasolene prices N'all?

The Rodney King -L.A. - RIOTS, the O.J.Simpson trial, TITO, the first tourist Astronaut, nothing stopped, he cleaned their Pools. Their POOLS were clean.

...He's never too early, he's never too late. He's the POOL MAN. (U can call: 1-800-I'm all fucked up!) Might be your Pool, awaiting, the POOL of your fate.

c.Dave Delacroix. 2025.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize: "The Wild Rover's lament."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wild Rovers' lament."

(dedicato: Johnny Phelan.)

I WANNA COME HOME, I wanna come home, County Clare-Ireland is where I should be. The chickens in the garden, the salmon in the sea, the shotgun-fire, the pheasant for a feast. 

The bagpipes DRONING, the Ceili-hurrah, the gals skip-a-dancing, the Bravoes: Huzzah!"=Accordion-fiddle, a vocal TENOR! I want to come home. I want to come home, that fireside heat.

I want to come HOME, Mama's cooking the Herring, I wanna come home. Has nothing changed and tell me, LET HER KNOW, mistress GERALDINE is she still working on the next farm? Is she still un-attached?  Is she still fair? 

.... I'm wounded, so many soldiers here now dead but I'm coming on home from the American States civil wars. I'm coming back home. Betcha!-Murphy I'm coming on back! 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize. Dave Delacroix. "Paradise is a lonely place."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Paradise is a lonely place."

PARADISE IS A LONELY PLACE; they frown on chain-smoking & it's sometimes hard to get a serious drink. Mondays/Tuesdays the bars R closed: WOTS DAT!!!? (My Sabath hangover) Seems like the Angels R blackmailing each other too 'bout who clipped their own wings against the edicts from above? (Wings?) I didn't know it was the fashion. Lilly-white? Some of EM gone Mohican, some of Em play Harp with a plectrum/standards (in Paradise) R flailing.

Paradise is a bloody lonely place. The FIRST - biblical - LADY EVE, total bitch, immediately set about hanging new curtains, carpets, redecorated the whole god-damned gig. (Dress code?) "WOKE" came down from Heaven! It's pitiful I know. Pussy-Power.  ON & OFF throughout history. Philodorus (Byzantium), Cleopatra (Egypt), Livia (Octavian's Mom), Catherine de Medici, Maggie Thatcher (who cancelled MY free milk for school kids/U.K./1960s), Israeli President,  Netanyahu's WIFE/thinks she's the Queen of Sheba, unlike Queen DIDO -who founded the "A/oo" (Carthaginian) empire!

Paradise is a lonely place. Beaches, palm trees, weather 90-degrees, no real dress code/fashion-sense, populated by bible-reading "rednecks" with the I.Q.s of prairie fenceposts? Maybe all the Cool Cats & rascals "went SOUTH".... As I "I wandered lonely as a cloud" or "I shot an arrow in the air" it fell to ground in HEAVEN, an over-populated retirement home of misfits... Ya don't know the MEANING of heartbreak! ...A word to the cognoscenti: Best not hurry to your grave. A message from one who finds himself already there.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

UNDER DA MOON, Under the Moon, it comes too soon, under the moon. That Cat's "MEOWW"; that Cockerell's dawn, that FRIGHT, stark reality, a mirror of all we fear under the moon. 

A glimpse -a PHANTOM! A "facia-a facia" with the Holy Ghost, under the moon, under the moon.

Under dat whoosits, under a darken sky, under a truth or lie, under U. Under the "WHY?", under the symptoms OF, under your last loves lost, head on a guillotine, it's up to you. 

And the Cat's "MEOWW" resonates in your Night. Bat's wings, invisible yet flapping aeriate your Sins? Cats will whine & bugs will bite, a chorus of that Song of Songs?

Under mah moon, I glow in its silver shadow, no hiding place, just Eden's waste where I reside. And who can bare to be forgotten or remembered as a Negative as Cats "Meoww!" under the moon.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.