Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "UN-CUT DIAMONDS!"

(dedicato: Reese Muuligan.)

"Un-cut Diamonds."

...Un-cut Diamonds, un-cut diamonds; your friends maybe now long since dead & gone? The thieves within your Friend-Soul's groove which in your BOOGALOO U cannot but, in memory, cherish, somehow for ever more? (No one considers themselves a FOOL, but your Altruism - a Genetic tool? - keeps your Pride intact?) Friends-Friends! 2 Years at most? Most friends die or give up the ghost! The ones who owe U money even sooner!

They came & went, a shoulder to cry on, their couch to crash on, a needy loan, a Buddy U could rely on? Their desperate, lonely sense of survival; may be U brought them joy, leastways, something U could offer them back? A GIG, a night on the town. Or an insight into whatever it was that made them feel like Outsiders? (Money in Youth is always tight!)

UN-CUT Diamonds who sparkle, DAZZLE your progress, your love of youthful life making every new day feel like FOREVER or at least something U ORIGINATED...till the money went South? (Penury. A Conquistador's epiphany: EL DORADO! Ponce de Lyons Fountain of Youth does not exist!?) WHO QUARRIES the mind for Life's splendors? That BORN-WITH or HOLLYWOOD LOTTO kiss? Still, LOVE makes dancing fools of us all.

Un-cut diamonds: Friendships, brotherhoods, cliques or Clans, those PERCIEVED Kings/Queens advancing without a Plan where-in U FOLLOW: "For England & ST. GEORGE!" (Just WHO WAS St. George?) -to faithfully follow into battle/Life's adversities, faithful yet blindly without knowing? There's a DIAMOND in everyone's head, but mostly it's sleeping, UN-CUT but awaiting that Day - Boys & Girls! -when it's Yours... (And YES!!! Meantime? It's COOL to get CRAZY!).

Un-cut diamonds. Like worthless pebbles on the seashore. Issac Newton (Gravity Dude) noted it's where we ARE and BEYOND there so much to live for, so MUCH to learn & in a "nutshell" there is FOR US - Get ya Boots on! - so much more!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "MALAIKA!" (Angel)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Ex-Mombasa-Kenya/Africa/Dave Delacroix: "Malaika!" (Angel.)

(This famous Kenyan Song I barbarously but lovingly translate for ALL our noble East African friends. ...Kenyan SWAHILLI language as HERE in Belize, the CREOLE language does not readily translate into English, nor retro perfecto! This/MY BLOG is famous for abusing PROPER ENGLISH - my fellow BRITS/Carrots stuck up their Upper-Class-Orientated-Systemic Literary ASS, I can only commiserate with for their ANAL evolutionary-prevailing Non-Lingua-Vision! "Alas poor Yorick!" -Dannish Bacon?)

"Malaika!" (Angel.).

..."Malaika (Angel), MakUpenda, Malaika! Malaika, makupenda Malaika! Angel, I love U, I would MARRY U? "Ningekuoa-dadda!" I would marry U. Not deterred by your lack of Fortune? I would marry U.

...Money... is troubling my Soul and I, your young Lover, what can I do? But not dismayed by lack of fortune I would marry U: Malaika! Makupenda Malaika.

Little Bird? I dream of U. Little bird and I, your young lover, what can I do? But not defeated by lack of Fortune, I would marry U any way, my Malaika. Oh, my love my Malaika, makupenda-Malaika!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

(après maestro John Barry's "James Bond" movie soundtrack: "Goldfinger".)

"GOLD-BLINGER!!!"

...GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) He's dat CAT who don't give a damn 'bout U?...His Bling is COLD!

 GOLD-BLINGER! (WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -Who'll eat Caviar, or drink Champagne out of your high heel shoes...& never pay the Bill? He got NO Soul!

 -GOLD-BLINGER (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) -will sign your personal cheques & then scat faraway to groovy-groovy groove? DIS CAT is Bold!

(WHA-WHA-WHA-WAH-BOOM!)

,,,HE may come across AS SO SMOOTH but when he's on the MOOCH, he's got a heart of BLING & your lonely heart is HIS Song? Pretty girls, his meat? Fast cars, Monte Carlo, Las Vegas ...& Pussy galore? -U get Left Mummified in his Bling!?

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (Wah-WAH-BOOM!!!) Playing roulette, expect to be bled, a sacrifice & it seems U R willing to lose? - just for a touch of his "Bling"? DAT'S his thing?

 Gold Blinger! Gold-Blinger! (WHA-WHA-WHA-BOOM!) -for a LIFE U once longed. Your song is your Song is your Song. Now lost: His BLING is COLD!!!

GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD BLINGER!!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) GOLD-BLINGER!!! (WAH-WAH-BOOM!) ....just U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Mullets, Abstinence & Foot-Dangling!"

(dedicato: Anne-Marie Yaccbucci)

...MULLETS, ABSTINENCE & FOOT DANGLING never got anybody anywhere but R SURE to change your World. The MULLET (hairstyle) takes - from SKINHEAD - a good month to cultivate where-as FOOT-WHOOSITS, pretty much immediate! The obstinate quorum of ABSTINENCE? -Sometimes your promontory left leg spasmodically climbs - without warning - up atop your right-side desk drawer! The "Office Bottle", bottom left-hand drawer laps UP your addiction full knowing it'll win the War!

...Mullets, abstinence, foot dangling, twix the THREE, a choice never takes too long. "I am not in Love?" (Joan Armatrading song). Persuasion? U-BETCHA!!! S-why I'm goin' for a Mullet! -Making your Mark these days lasts only a nano-second, a fingernail of FAME away. "Did HE who (Wm. Blake Poem) make the Lamb make thee?" In a TYGER's EYE, the Mullet, maybe. Stripes? Certainly. But at THIS point in your, ahem! -Dynamic? No stars in your eyes. Hence, opting for a Mullet?

Mullets, etc., what SEAT upon your GIG must rest? AFRO, DREADLOCKS, MOHICKAN, Mr. SMOOTHIE & that's just for the folks who've got some forelocks left!? As for spasmodic Foot-Dangling attacks, making love with your Babe, don't get TOO erected - someone might get injured! - & as for Abstinence, that's always for some later day.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Death in the Afternoon."

...BURNT BRIDGES & BROKEN HEARTS we abuse our TIME in search of Fame or Glory! (U fell off a cliff? -Death by "Selfie!"?) Burnt bridges, broken hearts & now NO yesterdays, no one to help U, no EDEN where-to return. Worst STILL, no "Besties!" (Actual Friends): Heartbreaking: The INTERNET ignores U!!! After 6 months FACEBOOK freezes your Page! (Black Arm-band Situ.) An ever-diminishing Mathematica, a Theroux's-Paradox to stamp upon your dead face: 4 X 4 =4 (?) Something like DAT. DEAD! It's of no concern of yours. A distant relative I.D.s your "I love ROCKY" forearm Tattoo in the morgue.

So! Arrivederci-Babee, no more Facebook birthday salutes? E-Mail debunked. Your Myspace/Twitter? Lost in the Cloud! The stuff of future Pscyber-space Archaeologist's IF it's OF INTEREST re. your ISSUES/your VIEWS/"Selfies" of U standing by the Eifel Tower? (Falling off a Cliff?) "Yup! Saw DAT coming!!!" A destiny/trajectory of a Life "goin' South". But don't (Ahem!) think in the "after-life" U can kick-start the FIRST "After-Life.com Blog." THAT hasn't happened yet. Don't think they got WI-FI up there/down there?

Still. Maybe SOMEONE - in REAL Life - along the way will remember/recognize the VALOUR it took to FORGE your way? But mostly, conveniently, U R swept away "a 'la" MEMORIES BROOM, your cohorts' R content to live their own quiet life & happily OFFLINE? But unlikely. SO many - OUT-WEBBED/Poverty-struck - WEB INFLUENCERS have now resorted to smuggling DRUGS! One, recently busted, sentenced to Hanging, big tits & all! (Bangkok-Boogie!) Aged 25. Was that YOU!?

Burnt bridges, broken hearts, no sigh of remorse; what drives this filament, a flickering light to its sticking post? A Cancerous Cell, yet ever ready to BLOAT: The Yorkist, King Richard III MURDERS boy Princes in the Tower; no Nightingale sang at HIS 11th hour. As for Yours?... Perhaps a tad "misdemeanor", comparatively? "JAY-WALKING! -The early years -News/Views & just how I coped?" will RIVET U into sleep! "Failed attempts at Shoplifting" yet another Blog/Influencer Baddaboom!? PURSE-NA-LY I'm considering a new Blog: "The ART of DOING NOTHING!"  Plenty of research involved of course. A work still in progress!

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing, the corner shop, the small-town high-street footfall attractions, singular Book outlets, Music shops/L.P. s! -some Cats kicking off their own Art Gallery, the Juggler/clown on the sidewalk, chased off by Cops: "ALLES VERBOTEN!" Not to mention AS a Mariachi/Busker/Street musician I owe decades of my LIFE to Public Street - now regularly prohibited - freedom? Cops/Inspectors (?), Street patrols ready to give U a Ticket/pocket your hard earnt Change? Baden-Baden, Augsburg in Germany come to mind? & in my early days, 1970s on the London Underground! No Prisoners! They'd bully/steal U blind!

...Yup! Sad Songs. No shortage. And burnt bridges, UN-forgiven, more-so, broken hearts & all division, the light & the dark BONFIRES your gloom, as death comes too soon for ALL the guilty of heart for death in the afternoon. For only TRUE LOVE will blossom under the moon & at the 11th hour it will tear We Sad-Saps Souls apart! -Like a brave Bull fighting Matador now bereft of "afficion"! The mirror-cracked, our earliest self-conscious reflection.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

(dedicato: Dan Randolph)

"Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans!"

...PEOPLE R STRANGE WHEN U R a STRANGER, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes WICKED, not knowing the World they think they Command!

WHEN U R STRANGE! - A Los-Angelese basin full of HAS-BEENS & LOSERS? When U R Strange? Best U get OUT of that Hollywood rain! (SO, I DID!!)

People R BI-POLAR. Nuttin' wrong wiv' DAT! I am too. My Valet's the only one who knows how to tie my shoes. People get crazy when I RAGE at the Moon. Poor suckers, never to know, Bi-polar syndrome & enjoined with Dementia, alas mental CHAOS comes all too soon.

And AS the Cocaine-Special Flight flies above over my Corozal Villa en-route to Caye-Caulker/San Pedro to moist, excite Gringo tourist's nasal inner-tubes? Is this the place (Belize) where GRINGO train-wrecks need to come? A splendid example! SICK Christian Missionaries, ISLAMISTS subjecting INNOCENTS, Natives, to their imbecility: SIN!? Thy Name is Faith!!! (Beam me Up Scotty!)

...And People get SADLY, people get happy, a tropic Belizean paradise? Yet Space-Cadets, Cougars & Harridans w/frail consorts, Tee shirts & shorts, tread furtively thru sargasso stinking seaweed, only that sandy beach smile to semi-restore the Promise on where they've retreated, a Stranger's shore. As for the Word of GOD (?) - Prophets Up the WAZZEE! Quit preaching. Leave the INNOCENTS to their Culture & stick your diatribe into that dark place, look at your ASS, no G.P.S. required! (Happy Jesus-hour!)

People R Strange when U R a Stranger, they skip to a dance U don't understand. People R strange, sometimes wicked not knowing a World that they think THEY command. Whilst Space-Cadets, aging-Cougars & Harridans drain/circle into their inevitable sticking post. An Oubliette of insignificance, wrong or right in a Universe of indifference, WOTCHAGONNA-DO! when some solar METEORITE comes zoomin in on U!? (Let me guess? U say:) :"OH MAH GOD! OH MAH GOD!" Perhaps before IMPACT - U won't have a lot of time? YUP! U'll either start dancing the POGO, flailing your arms-about or get to feeling justifiably blue.

c.2026. Dave Delaccroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt."

(In Medieval times, most notably - in Renaissance paintings - the 1100s thru 1500s, SALT -"SALE" from ROMAN times was traded/Roman Soldiers in far flung provinces, Britain to Syria counted it SALARY/Soldier's PAY - along with Beer, Wine, ergo SALT was a currency, the possession OF -a status symbol & a pre-refrigeration food preservative hence its value. So! ABOVE the Salt at banquets, SEATED, U were somebody/Emperors/Kings/Nobility. BELOW the salt, hired hands, Condotierri/hired mercenaries or Palace/Castle lackies, courtly jesters/professional FOOLS/entertainers, lucky to get invited but BELOW the Salt U were seated! A Baron's Hounds or the Castle Cats would fight U for your Master's discarded pork-hock or Chicken wing!) 

 FY.I.: A 1960s UK band STEELEYE SPAN, music on Utube celebrate in Song this early class system/cultural, social distinction & prejudice... "Below the Salt." A fine folk-rock LP/CD recording!

"Below the Salt." (Nothing's changed!)

...IF IT DON'T RAIN & THE CREEK DON'T RISE or the Cow jumped over da Moon? If your DEVIL don't shine or U don't get lost in the Wine, in "Vino-Veritas" (Splurge the truth?) & say: "I... love... U? AND, if it comes to THAT, DO WE in fact opt to eat the Lean yet happily WALLOW in the Fat; just whose Song R we singing in the end? A Chanson by French Poet Francois Villon: "Ou's sans les Neige d'antan?" Or, roughly translated: "Who da frick moved mah CHEESE!!!"

...BUURRRRT...IF it DON'T rain (stay with me) & DA CREEK don't rise nor the Cow, jumping over the Moon, at a courtly banquet, that distinct pecking order, BELOW the Salt, still finds us there-in enthroned! A fate of fates for ALL must wait, R.S.V.P., as in Life, sometimes "below the Salt" is required. Whilst in Paintings, on Tapestries a Minstrel in the gallery U can well guess probably captures the hour? ("It's LOL been a hard day's night!) Chinese/Curry take-a-ways yet still to be invented? (Dickensian FAGEN: "SHADDUP KIDS & DRINK YA GIN!") Satire-cynicism always lurks in the Well of a decent Broth?

 ...Funny HOW that works? Below the Salt? Seems WE ACTUALLY have the best of it all despite fighting over the Royal/Imperial scraps? Where-as ABOVE/High Table SALT conspiracies thrive; poisonings, a dagger in the back? (Thomas Wyatt, Poet, 1503-1542:) "CIRCA REGNA TONAT" Latin for: "Around the Throne the thunder rolls!" BELOW the Salt WE at least get SOME nourishment without fear of psychopathic (Henry VIII) King Harry's AXE, Caesre Borgia's Machiavellian Salads or TODAYS Powers that Be? (Keeping your head DOWN just might be the key?)

And (Tra-la-la!) if don't rain & the creek don't rise, the Cow, a symbol of happiness/contentment jumping over the moon? Better that than poisoned mutton served as lamb? So below the Salt & a long life to YA!... And don't U go worrying Fate for sure enough: It's ON the make if it don't RAIN & the creek? - U got it! - don't rise. Enjoy your Feed & like jolly good Gentlemen of olden days, rest easy in your beds. Below the Salt is NOT such a bad place to be!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.