Our Man in Europe/noe Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Grande Illusion!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Grande Illusion!"

...ARIBA! ARIBA! C'mon! C'mon! YOU/WE were never meant to be RIGHT... about everything; changing Times, our ever-changing WAYS as we SKIPPED thru Life, always treading on thin ice, day by day, non-cognoscenti...? No more WARS/No more regrets? (Dream-ON!)

That "grande-illusion" in which we slavishly have FAITH, quite oblivious of our Tomorrow's or just what the Weather should bring? DID WE Sherk-off our Destiny or did we - blind-on-blind - put our faith in a scripture, an Icon, some JU-JU DUDE, a Cult-consciously to which - optional? - we should never belong? (Chanting: BOOGALOO-GA-LOO!?) ...LOOS R sometimes necessary? Otherwise, some "Barney Fife"/U.S.A. COP will bust U for peeing in the street!

There's NO Guillotine, nor executioners-block to cement our youthful "raison-d'etre", our Humanitarian/EARTHLY TREASON! And as for - Romeo & Juliet - Love's chaotic GYRO, why should they not bond? A kiss or 2? Love's "transgressions" R our lives IN BLOOM! Nobody goes to HELL having not first had a taste of Heaven?

Ariba! Ariba! C'mon! C'mon! YOU/WE were/R actually ON POINT! Our genetic Achilles-heel. A blind spot! A Solar vision, an in-bred DAZE, a shadow in the Sun, our consciousness, absolute, never, alas to be WON! And in changing Times, a new vintage of wine; leastways U can salute, drink to the follies of YOUTH yet sadly, unable to guide those that follow.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Scarborough Fair."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Scarborough Fair."

...R U GOING TO Scarborough Fair, some Gal U left behind is still a-waiting U there? Between the leaves of the book of your Life; she once was your destiny's child.

Build a Bailey, a Castle-keep so U can defend from Love: "Let my heart sleep!" A Cambric shirt, a Penelope weave to waylay your destiny from a Tomorrow's defeat.

...R. U. going to Scarborough Fair; parsley-sage, rosemary & Thyme. R U going to Scarborough Fair? Remember me to One who lives there? -She once was a true love that I left behind...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "My OWN personal U.F.O.!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "My OWN, personal, U.F.O.!"

My Own personal (Jesus?) U.F.O. came to visit me at No. 417 Bayshore Drive. Naturally, my OWN personal "antennae" protruded & went to DEP-COM-FIVE, maybe SIX so I dialed (rotary phone) for Directory Enquiries.

 The Operator, nice Lady named Saphire Steel (Steampunk?) asked me which/what "enquiries" I required?

I tried to explain that there was a U.F.O. in my wardrobe! SHE, (Saphire Steel) directed me to a TOME of Psychotherapists, none of them I'd ever heard of!!! -ALL guaranteed to have the patience of a Saint with the knack of highlighting a catch-thrase!

So, I (rotary phone) DIALED 20 of the 25 numbers (Which Saphire Steel) provided uniformly getting Ansa phone: Doctor BLOW is at a U.F.O. Delusionists Conference in MIAMI!

...Meantime, dat U.F.O. is hovering/blinking lights IN MY WARDROBE!!!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The SELFIE!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The SELFIE!"

...The PEN is poised, the parchment un-scrolled, the WIG a-powdered, ROUGE stamped upon cheek to cheek. A nose-gay, always at hand of course. The scars of smallpox smothered in lead-based cream. Complexion? A-kin to Stilton or Rochefort cheese. Crooked, yellowed teeth, dental gaps like shattered windows affording a vista of full-throated, bloodied Hell. I note a fuzzy reflection from a tarnished mirror my Valet forgot to clean; I stare into its oblique image, highlighted by a fluttering candle as pen upon parchment scratches: "I THINK therefore I AM!" (Descartes)

CENTURIES LATER, (Descartes in spirit?) my foot-dangling goes: WIGGLE-DE-WOOGALY-WOO! Like Doctor Strangelove, I have to SLAP my spasmodic/involuntary leg movements/REMIND IT (!!!) just WHO IS "the new kid in town!?" (Keeping in mind BI-POLAR SELFIES R always the worst?) A no-brainer! Sitting STILL sucks. Men of action have no such worries.

The FIRST (Pre-History) "Selfies", something within, something without; a lagoon of the mind R PAINTED/charcoal (?) HANDPRINTS depicting ancient Safaris displayed on cave walls! Amidst the enclave/habitat of domestic hullabaloo of cooking fires, woman drying collected herbs or pounding/stitching animal skins for Winter clothing, kids, un-caring, swarming, the men honing/employed in perfecting their weaponry, the tribal JU-JU-Man, a bone-flute trying to replicate the sound of the wind or the silence of the moon? And at such times, peaceful, a father & son:

 "DAD!? Can I put MY handprints on our cave wall?" 

"Yes Son. They R yours. UNIQUE. Let Eternity know that U EXISTED!"

"Cool!!!"

..."To BE or NOT TO BE!" That's the kind of question which muddies the water. So why ask? Meantime, the "Selfie", ego-driven from Sumerian clay tablets, Egyptian hieroglyphics, the latter, the sideways-profile fashion - ancient DISCO? - till PORTRAITURE evolved & became the fad evolving into Impressionism/Surrealism (GO-TO! -stuff) till the advent of photography & THEN everyone had the option of symbolizing themselves as an Andy Warhol soup can! (Ya gotta wonder!?)

It's ironic that early Police Detectives (Not including Sherlock Holmes) didn't foresee the VALUE of pre-historic handprints on cave walls. (Fingerprints?)...

AS FOR un-wanted "Selfies", numbered-Police Mugshots or missing Kids photos on milk cartons, the last vista-Selfies of idiots falling off cliffs on vacation all traces back, pre-history, to a handprint on a cave wall...a long time ago.

...The pen is poised.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Ya Gotta have BLING!" (Song)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/ "Ya Gotta have BLING!" (Song)

(Dedicato fellow Songsters: Damon Wood, Marc Pierson, Stevie Nicks, Beggs Patrick, Nathan Payne, Jason Eklund, Michael DE Yoanna.)

"YA GOTTA HAVE BLING!!!"

YA GOTTA HAVE BLING, U gotta have Bling! -Stuff that makes U Sing: U gotta have Bling.

... U-Babee Bling-bling-bling, baby; you're Babee-Bling! That cache of my Soul. That Bling U give, PRICELESS! - the thing dat makes me whole?

Ya gotta look COOL - Oo-wee! - like U WON - Oo-wee! - U gotta live a Bling-Life, ain't nuttin' without your fun.

...WITH NO BLING how can U be steppin' out? Without NO BLING U ain't gonna Twist & Shout!...U gotta have Bling... to FLAUNT it every Saturday night?

 After SEVEN YEARS I never met a Dude who was happy with his Wife? Guess they lost their Bling; it sometimes happens...

 Me & my Babee> We've got that Bling. U can hear us sing. We got DAT BLING! (Heaven help us!) We got dat Bling. How long will it last? U ASK DA BLING! (Dat Ansa phone ain't NO responding!!!)

...And when we're SAD, no worries, that Bling-will carry us through. We remember just what keeps us together, SINGING /BLINGING for ME & just for U?

Ya gotta have Bling. Stuff that makes U Sing. Ya gotta have Bling. - Make it PERSONAL!!! That Bling within YOU! Ya gotta have Bling. No song without Bling. THIS BLING... dedicated to U!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/noe Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The River of our Dreams."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The River of our Dreams."

...I'D RATHER GO TO CHURCH than harvest Sugar Cane Fields in tropical Belize? I'd rather go to Church than get circumcised, ritual/religio disfigurement, maybe a wrist-tattoo: "I love MOMMA"? or never put a SWATSTIKA on my upper arm, goosestepped, or moshed pit at an Evangelist congregation?

As for being clothed (?) in a Pink TUTU on Stage? Not MIO, but many Music's Colleagues had wicked Rock N' Roll BALLS. Thank GOD, in retrospect, I skipped THAT Light-Fandango! Just composed & sang da Songs. (Looking destitute somehow, leastways got me a date or 2?)

(The river of our Dreams?)

...I'd rather go to CHURCH than starting out my Day drinking anything - "de'rigeur" than a Bloody MARY (breakfast) Cafe-au-lait/Croissant beside? And YOU, "Mon Cherie" in the "le'hotel" boudoir, what costume should U wear? My Life-long romantic expectation, positively GLOBAL!!! "Plat du Jour", lunch "en batteau" along the river Seine? Whose Mistress were U, when U disappeared into Le Quartier "San Germaine"?

(The river of our Dreams?)

...I'd rather go to CHURCH, a Sunday Welsh Chapel, on the Sabbath x-3 (!) than stab an old friend in the back - like so many have done to U & Me? SHAKESPEARE & RICHARD 111; worst RAP! Mis-aligned Lucrezia BORGIA who PLAYED her position & Femininity with exceptional skill.  And Historically, NEEDS-MUST, U whack the competition before it whacks YOU! A tradition evident in global Politics, Hollywood, WALL STREET, fighting beggars on the street for terrain, zealous Lovers, JEALOUSE Lovers, inevitably, always too!!!

(The river of our Dreams?)

...The LOSERS? So, THEN we "whiplash!", "farewell-Cruel World", "never again!"/"I'd rather go to Church!), a VAMPIRE we R born to nick the neck of the World! PROMO; a Gothic Video of BATS, yes: BATS!!! - filmed upside down - dancing in caricature imitation, DISCO, attempts at Mating? (BUZZ-FLA-FLAP!) It SEEMS ALL ANIMAL NATURE has picked up our bad habits: Lions, Jackels, a nest of SPIES!?

(The river of our Dreams?)

...I'd rather go to CHURCH, but sometimes Life/experience necessitates U follow the flock (BAA! BAA! BAA!) to join the multitudes who daily watch THEIR dreams flow downstream. The river of their Dreams. A Goddess, GODDESS ASTART, dark, WITCHARY! At first meandering then picking up speed, a RIVER broad & full-throated then to dissolve & silenced in the Sea. SIDHARTA, Literary-Icon pontificates "LIFE is a River." No-one knows to where it leads.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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.