Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DA ZIZZ over DA ZAZZ!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DA ZIZZ over DA ZAZZ!"

...DA ZIZZ over DA ZAZZ, that "fun-wicked" (why-not?)  in your Soul, an inherent BOOGALOO founded in Nature's innocence, your dancing shoes? Nobody, in Love is perfect, unrequited Love/nobody's quite ordained a FOOL but sometimes we get USED, portrayed a Lady Macbeth, Helene of Troy, Clepatra on a bad day, Lucrezia Borgia dallying with her pet monkeys played in Movies as a Card-Sharpe-Duce! As for their "Ladies-in-Waiting? The last Dowager-Empress of CHINA, fan-tan- splendor- Courtesan- imperium? Disco-Queens-Bordello?

 But ALAS!!! -Culturally Gender-prejudiced/ISLAM FEMALE GENDER-EMANCIPATED-GENOCIDE? -FEMALE-HOLOCAUSTS!!! (No Death Camps. Just Village/town squares long since bulldozed over?)  BIKINI-ATOLL under lecherous eyes? Medievalism/Islamic/lack of CEREBRAL development circles like buzzards over Civilizations' skies. MALE Madding crowds! MALE Mob rules!  Leastways, no Joan of Arc. No Boadicea. no Memorial... Bury my heart in Canoga Park?

Whilst Non-Victims from Persia to Scotland, left only with Cultural REFUGEE recourse, or those remaining/resisting destined to get STONED, LASHED! Or burnt on a Witches pyre? At the hands of a Witchfinder-General, IMANS, MEN IN GREY, uneducated: Civic Leaders of authorized, institutionalized EVIL?... (Obviously, a bunch of small-Dicks! - a-feared of a Gal's Tongue-lashing!?) Lord KNOWS, tapestries, chronicles, in evidence - tailoring? - they never visited, "Saville Row"? -TITS & VAGINAS, LASHED/burnt, row on row!? (A BIKER Saturday Nite -Gang Bang!?)...Where REASON, never mind the Angels fears to tread?

DAT ZIZZ-ZAZZ; our inner-Soul, DAT MIDNITE HOUR, in later years, will (assuredly) come back to HAUNT like a graverobber picking OVER an interned Corpse; rings, golden trinkets, bits & bobs, cherished souvenirs, predictably DAT ZIZZ's Archeologist will never UNDERSTAND, lost ancient Domini who put pen to papyrus/clay tablets, the ZIZZ of ZAZZ of sacrifice, a HISTORY/testament of how beautiful Cultural pre-ISLAM Poetry BUTTERFLIED; Lesbos in Greece, or how well U TOO, once played upon a stringed Lyre, like Penelope, Ulysses WIFE, who long-awaited an enlightened MAN to reign by her side. As for CENTURIES now, far too MANY too late, but THIS, their Song, which can never die: Da ZIZZ over ZAZZ! We pray - BRIDE-BURNING! /CLITHORAL-CIRCUMCISION! - now, in 2026 WE RAISE OUR VOICES!!! And protect Life's Maidens. Not only in our humanity-indignation but to provide Global Protection...if only for ONE Child-Bride if it's not too late.

As for that Shakespeare/Dante/Homer of ancient PERSIA, pre-ISLAM, HAFIZ!!!...He wrote: "Do not play with a Tigers Cubs nor destroy a young lady's illusions" He was a free-thinker, a Lover, a POET-TOO, who found inspiration in the opposite sex not fearing their majestic persona! AVE HAFIZ!!! Poets, my friends, of yesteryear might be forgotten but R vastly underrated!

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "HUGS FOR YOUR PLUGS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "HUGS FOR YOUR PLUGS!"

...HUGS FOR YOUR PLUGS/BLOG VIEWS my INTERNATIONAL Friends! October 2026 has become a BUMPER viewing event & I am IN AWE & HONORED by your recognition of this pond-size ripple within an OCEAN of Inter-net/Blog diatribe: October: 200,000 plus hits!... This Old ex-Rockstar, feeling quite dizzy. ENCORE! Encore my Friends. U R ALL invited to my - Chateaux-Pelican - Belizean Guest Villa for a grande BBQ/Beer fest!!!

Aside, in all humility, some background, though NOT in any way promoting/advertising I alert U to a NEW uploaded website: U-tube, Dave Delacroix (just Google?) which - bits & bobs from my Music Career past - showcase my Songs/CDs/Videos & most recently, SHORT MOVIES in which I have participated/soundtracked/produced etc.

Once again, a heartwarming INTERNATIONAL THANKS & if, not TO overload U with INFO, my day-to day "BOOGALOO" can be monitored/FRIEND-ME through my Facebook page (David Michael Oxley/my original English family name) for tales of lunacy/happenstance/foibles & our shared, life-long misadventures! -A SALUTE to ONE & ALL!!! (With Love...).

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Bonfire of the Vanities!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Bonfire of the Vanities!"

...A funny thing happened on ROME's "sacred way" (Via Sacre!) as they conveyed my CORPSE onward/ to the inner Forum - my belated TRIUMPH - funeral pyre.? But NOT QUITE DEAD (but loving it? - not wearing a PLAID Toga/Avante-garde thingy?) it seemed necessary - "Post-Mortem-Cyber-Housekeeping!?" - IN THE COFFIN -that I "clear the decks" last-minute-responses to all my Internet responsibilities, w/ Cellphone, RAPIDLY texting which - from friends & music fans - I felt it discourteous/ inconvenient, inopportune considering my SITU that THEY, as an afterthought, text me? So, comatose, supposedly DEAD, Rapido-last second-texting, The PURGE /the last messages of a Corpse:

..."Yes. OMIGI-Cool! Your last Facebook post? Awesome! NO! I can't make it to your next concert/BBQ/Bar-Mitz-Bar/Wedding anniversary/Biker-Gang festa next Saturday/my profuse apologies/I gotta date with FATE; NO!!! Don't ask!"...HUGS!?" I had to be QUICK! I'm supposed to be cremated soonest! (...Not sure if I ever "Signed out?)

...A funny thing happened - lugged along (Visa Sacre) upon the shoulders of my "favorite-usual-suspects" in a cheap-ass pine box w/fluted corners that I alone had personally ordered/the economy-size, pre-ordered has I had lately put on weight? And, proceeding in my funeral train, wagons of all my lifes-long souvenirs' I would take with me into a primaeval Valhalla, a PYRE, a veritable bonfire of MY Vanities: my fave Guitars, paintings, knick-knacks, cherished bits & bobs & a casket of old loves, locks of hair, the ONLY 1.000 WOMEN I ever loved?

...But with the INCESSANT - in the Coffin - CELLPHONE-RINGING ("Wake up Little SUZIE!) SOooo outraged my mortal repose causing the regurgitation of my Life's spirit so that I (Reincarnated?), screamed/kicked-off the lid of my cheap ass casket then hopped out IN A RAGE - some witnesses fainted -, & quickly gathered my WITS to gallantly invite all & sundry to my Wake's booze-fest!!!...On my appearance - pre-reserve drinking tavern/buffet - there of course, the Piano-guy died of shock/figured he might not get paid & the flies circling the overhead ceiling fans dropped to the floor en masse!

Apparently, at "WAKES-VILLE", I appeared to be the only dude who seemed to be having a good time? I loaded the Jukebox with snippets of Faure's Requiem. And U betcha! I insisted all Cellphones be switched off whilst reciting bone-chilling Gothic tales so recently, albeit, non-voluntarily, - Wake Up Little Suzie! - I'd carried - post-hoc - from the grave.

...Since THEN, graffiti is frequently painted on my humble house door: "Don't Cry WOLF!" (In Latin: NOLI FLERE LOPUM!) My OWN take on this is make sure your OWN Coffin/TOMB doesn't have WI-FI; better still, in advance - so U can R.I.P. - ditch your Cellphone, Laptop, APPS/A.I. in the nearest sewer! Maybe THEN U can get back to "facia et facia", that HUMAN TOUCH, which seemingly WE have all presently abandoned.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "VENUS FLYTRAP!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Venus Flytrap!"

...THE LONG & BINDING ROAD won't let me go. One drink with U & one more for the road? 

Times tentacles get tighter even though now I get slow; it's not that I cannot resist, fight, nor be bold? -Just another aspect of a Soul getting old.

REMEMBER Spring? U trippin' da Light Fandango? What songs did U sing? Nowadays, can U even mimic the Tango?

The long & binding road... won't ever let me go. Time's Venus Flytrap has ME in its jaws!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "No Man is an Island." (Après Elizabethan Poet John Donne.)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "No Man is an Island." (Après Elizabethan Poet John Donne.)

...NO MAN IS AN ISLAND, no GAL, ovaries included is a complete archipelago. No freedom-fighter nor discontent rabid MOB is invulnerable, usurped by DEVILS who will piss on your noble rug?

No Man is an Island, no nobles, princess, Queen Penelope surrounded by WANNABEES/parasites who fail to string Ulysses' bow? Fate dictates, nightly her tapestry-unravelling?

No man is an island nor having sailed the seven seas, profitless in voyages of exploration, Love's OYSTER bereft of its enchanted pearl U will - unlikely - never see.

No man is an island. Trade winds ponder the mind. "LAND-HO!" -the crows-nest holler! Yet the riches of CATHAY U foolishly left behind.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "ACHILLES' HEEL!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "ACHILLES' HEEL!"

...IT'S ONLY LOVE'S FIRST WOUND, Nature's Achilles Heel, an INCUBUS, under your skin which determines your Heart's TATTOO to linger ever-after?

It's only Love's first BOOGALOO, till your final date with eternity; no-one is IMMUNE, no "Sheer-Luck" detective can decipher, postmortem corpse delicta?

It's ONLY Love's first wound, the unnecessary baggage of a refugee, a Spring rains "sigh" (?), that moment, palpitating when FOR Love U R prepared to die, a fool in love not knowing just why?

The GODS, out of our control, unaccountably, shoot an arrow in the air & just where it falls, head or heels, no gyro, its target, unpredictable! -nor forget or forgive the drumbeat of Histories repercussions.

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Sword of Damocles."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Sword of Damocles."

...HOPE NOBODY SHOOTS ME - a 'la Great Gatsby - in my swimming pool? It'll totally screw-up - blood-spouting! -  the Pool's "P-H" level, the Pool-Guy'll give me HELL: Wotchagonna-DO? Post-mortems rarely prove anything 'cept the obvious. ("WE GOTTA FLOATER!!!)

...Hope nobody fixers it so I get MINCED in the gears of a combine-harvester, in IOWA (why not? Farmers, AMISH, if I'm not mistaken the gentlest State in the U.S.A/Jack Kerouac noted: "The prettiest Gals live in DES-MOINE!?" Still? Hitch-hiking w/Guitar IN Iowa wasn't the easiest State to get a ride? Too many Crime Shows on their Social media?

...HEROES, like U & I prefer to die on D-Day-Normandy, or attacking (Revolutionary France) the BASTILLE or with Prez-ROOSERVELT, storming San-Jaun Hill! Yup! But when your NUMBER'S UP U just get on UP, get a Medal or just flop like a sack of coal! (There's no shame in DAT!) But then, alas, how would U know?

...Hope NOBODY w/a black heart - they come in Spades! - some ejected Vixen who paid for the bullet, founded upon a trail of NEZ PERCE tears, a trail of YEARS, a trail of broken hearts and @ the END of the road...ME-hitting the local produce market, for HER w/accomplices, to interrupt my needy shopping?...

1) Tea-Bags.

2) Dishwash Soap.

3) VODKA!

4) Milk.

5) Olive Oil.

6) BEER!

7) Meat/Spaghetti sauce.

8) Lemon Juice/Worcester sauce/Bloody Mary mix.

9) Coffee? NO! I got it.

...NOPE! HOPE NOBODY, like the sword of Damocles bothers to trifle with my destiny? They'll find me willing & able to PISS on their revenge-EXISTENTIALISM; meantime? I'm diving into my "own-personal-Jesus", my swimming pool. "HOOP-LA!" to the demons in their Souls!

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.