Our Man in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE, No.4: Pontius Pilat. (Putin-Madness)

Our Man in Europe, Belize, UKRAINE, No.4: Pontius-Pilat (Putins-Madness) 

PONTIUS PILOT dont WASH, cant WASH my hands, hospitals, THEATRE-BOMB-SHELTERS, no protection. BODIES on the Kyiy Streets. BODIES in the LAND: MY Apartment, my Sofa, my T.V. BLOWN UP! Will Vlad Putin pay me? My damned Car! Wrecked! But mostly, my WIFE & KIDS, dodging Missile/bomb attacks? Can they make it safely to Poland/?

Tough GIG to FIGHT my RUSSIAN BROTHERS; we-together defeated the NAZIS, now, like CANNIBALS we R faced, reluctantly, with each other: No-one wants to SHOOT!

Pontius Pilat, where R U? The Children of Russia AND UKRAINE say STOP this MADNESS!!!

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, BELIZE, UkRaINE: No: 3: MESSAGE to UKRAINIAN BLOG FAMILIES.

 Our Man in Europe, Belize, ukraine: MESSAGE to UKRAINE REFUGEES.

I HAVE a VILLA in COROZAL, BELIZE. Connect with British High Commission/EMBASSY here or DIRECT on Facebook/or (BZ) 633 3338,,,,we have Accommodation for TWO (group) families. I am a British Subject. By THIS BLOG U can say I KNOW U. U R welcome for temp. retreat. Hugs!!!

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine, No: 2: "The Night before." (Putin-s Promises.)

Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine/, No:2: "The Night before." (Putin-s promises.)

Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? Never kiss again the Man U made from the Night before? Never hold me to the Truth or call on that LOAN, or spend your Youth on the Word of that Man from the Night before.

Never whisper sweet-nothings in your pillow-dreams to the Man from the Night before? Never DEPEND on your FLIGHT, your Tomorrow with the Man, the Night before? Never promise your Soul, your Virginity, your Tomorrow-s Gold; never again do you look the Man in the eye from the Night before.

Never count you Chickens, already gone, with the Man from the Night before? Abandon all your exotic Plans with the Man from the Night before; never issue a WRIT; he-ll find a disguise that-ll never fit? But don-t U cry; U R not alone.

Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? In Vino-Veritas, but then dismissed by a hangover of Wails that decry his provost declaration! To let U know, a pocket-book of memories: All bets are off in a dawning realization that leaves the Believer quite torn! And forlorn.

c.2022, dave delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/Belize/UKRAINE: No: 001: "GUITAR!!!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine, dave delacroix: No: 001: "GUITAR!!!"

I strummed a chord, I saw your face and FOOL that I am the rest is History? I strummed a chord on my guitar, it resonated, love and war? Nations WAR-D, People sought PEACE and all the time I just hungered for your face?

I strummed a chord, resonant!!...It resounded beyond my countenance? I strummed a chord ...only for YOU and gave a lesser World a feud?

I strummed a guitar, a GIRL, she sang the words; her sound, lost in WARFARE, her beauty-distressed?

 Her SOUL lies on a battlefield, MAULED-deranged; her petticoats now bandagers for TEEN-AGERS who-d live on the NET, now wounded, freezing to death, thinkin of MOM!!!?

I strummed a CHORD, no guitar for ME again. I cry OUT to the Angels!?

c.davedelacroix., Corozal-Belize. BEWARE the IDES of MARCH!

Our Man in Belize/Europe; dave delacroix: "Beware the Ides of March."

 Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Beware the Ides of March."

"LOOK! I-m NOBODY! I can barely afford a bloody (sic) TOGA. I make my DUCATS selling Women, SLAVES, Fish, the occasional Gladiator, a sloe-eyed Youth for a Roman Senator-s after-noon pleasure; I swear on CONCORDIA that, if I had KNOWN... I-d have gone UP-Country, Trivola, Lago Nemo, some place; even the Fields of Mars!? Now they got me in the FORUM: Bonfires, BLOOD, every where; nuttin to DO with me? The IMPERATOR, CEASAR is MURDERED!!!...LAWYERS are on my CASE; Centurions GUARDING ME; apparently I was on the "Grassy knoll"? I will incriminate NO-ONE but by doing so, NOT doing so, alas!!!...My Lawyer advises me/gave me a sharp dagger!..."

c.dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix; No: 118: "NO LOVE for MR LONELY."

 OUR MAN in Belize/Europe, dave delacroix, No: 118: "NO LOVE for MR LONELY." (Ukraine)

Survive or DIE, on either side what poor SOD gives his life? Farewell MOM, DAD, Wife or KIDS; I am but CANNON FODDER for another Mans plan? Nobody attacked my FARM, the cow in the barn? Who needs her Milk; Will gladly share?

SURVIVE or DIE; a FOREIGN wounded Soldier staggered wounded into my yard. My two daughters dressed his wounds but it was too little too late.

GRANDPA, World/WW2 weary, coughed and choked and cast a vengeance eye. He had seen this before. Yet he did not protest when his two lady grand children gave this foreign Soldiers a respectful burial and summoned an Orthodox Priest to bless the fallen Man-s sanctity.

c.davedelacroix.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, N0: (?)...."The MONSTER in YOU."

 Our MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: Whoosit: "The Monster in YOU!"

         IS, IZ there any LOVE but YOUR love in this FEBRUARY night & DAy when colds dont quit and INTERNET hugs, distant, echo; my finger-nails-grime and the Hi-tech kids on London, Glaswegian streets dont even CO-Selfie? I must be lost, OBSCURE, that INVISIBILITY that haunted your GREAT-great-MOMMAS Corsetts! Who cries OUT pre-Wonder-Bra! Thoughts  NIPPLES are burning? Penile-erection slithers to obscurity; is there ANY whoosit? Got it?

IS, IZ, your LITERACY, gurgle, does it EXPLODE into a  RAVE or a JOB APPLICATION; All the lonely people quietly TURN in dark, WET, soiled EARTH; the shit that, go figure, pays for your terrible Sartorial Elegance?....Plaid?...a THREE chord Punk song?

IZ, IS your LOVE, the direction, your OLD shoes; Pappy gave Em to Ya?...Then WALK....Nobody EVER committed suicide in Loch Ness.....

c.2022, davedelacroix, LORD CORAZOL.