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.

 

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.