In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fright Night.”Â
I AIN’T SCARED OF NO GHOSTS…
TO TAKE ALL THE IDEAS AND VISIONS AND THIS DREAM I HAVE. Â GIVE LIFE INTO IT AND ALLOW MY IDEAS AND VISIONS TO REALLY HELP MY FELLOW MAN AND WOMAN. SINCE THE DEVELOPMENT AND DESIGN OF MY MISSION IT SEEMS LIKE ALL I HAVE TO DO IS JUMP IN AND GET THIS ‘SHOW ON THE ROAD’. STAGEFRIGHT OF MY OWN CREATION HAS ME AT TIMES LIKE RIGHT NOW SCARED TO DEATH.
WHAT AM I POSSIBLY SCARED OF? OH THE CRITICS WILL BE THERE THEY HAVE ALWAYS TRIED TO BE CONTEMPTUIS Â ANYHOW. BUT I HAVE STARTED SO MANY THINGS IN MY CAREERS ALWAYS LEAVING THEM UNDONE TO START SOMETHING ELSE. BUT THIS, MY CREATION ALL MY OWN I DON’T EVEN WANT TO LEAVE A STONE UNTURNED. FACE MY DEMONS? EVERYDAY I DO. AND TO ACCOMPLISH A TASK SOMEDAYS IT IS SO UNBEARABLY DIFFICULT. Â I PRESS ON. THE GOAL SOMEDAYS JUST TO WALK DOWN THE HALLWAY TO MY OFFICE. AS I CONTINUE THE MISSION I HAVE TO JUST AT TIMES GO INTO THE FIRE. DO THINGS I AM NOT QUITE SURE HOW TO DO , MAKE THEM UP AS I GO ALONG. BOY DOES THAT EXPLODE EXCITEMENT SOMETIMES. YET WHEN I PRAY AND GOD’S HOLY SPIRIT UPON ME I Â KNOW HE WILL GUIDE ME EVEN THRU ALL THIS. AMEN
wE gOTTA EAT, AND DRINK SOME TEAÂ THE MEMORIES OF THE REAL hOBO uNIVERCITY BUMPED INTO ME TODAY! 2009 OCTOBER.WOWÂ SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY.
I WAS LOST, HOMELESS AND BUSTED IN THE MUDDY MISSISSIPPI. THE Â HOBO MISSION IN AN ABANDONDED BUILDING WAS OUR DESIGNER TEST TUBE EXPERIMENT. WELL I SURVIVED AND SEVERAL THOUSAND OTHERS THAT WENT THRU THE NIGHTMARE OF HAVING NO HOME TO GO TO AND NO ONE THEN SEEMED TO CARE SO I HELPED A HOBO DESIGN A MISSION FROM THE STARS OF THE SKY TO THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER FOR BATHES AND THEY EVEN GAVE US FOOD STAMPS FOR THE CATFISH FRY I COMMENCED TO FEED ALL THEM POOR FELLAS AND OCCASIONAL SINGLE LOST LADY .
OUR CHURCHÂ ‘THE TRAILBLAZERS’ STARTED IN THE UPPER ROOMS OF A BIKER BAR, CLOSE TO THE BUILDING AND TENT CITY N ON SUNDAY AFTER 10 AM THEY STARTED COMIN, WE AFFORDED THEM ALL THAT SHOWED UP AN ENDLESSÂ CUP OF JOE AND THEY EVEN SMOKED THEIR CIGARRETTES AT THE TABLES DURING THE SERVICE WE HAD. SINGING PRAISES TO GOD AND THEN THE PASTOR WOULD GIVE HIS LITTLE WHAT FOR SERMON TO US WHILE THE WAITRESS WOULD BRING US ALL A MEAL OF CHILI OR BISQUITS AND GRAVY OR A BACON N EGG SAMMY
. SOMETHING WAS SPOOKYLY RIGHT ABOUT THIS LIVING HOMELESS AND HELPOING OTHERS TO BE AT LEAST COMFORTABLE WHILE WE WERE HOMELESS. WE WERE THE UNSIGHTLY, THE GHOSTS OF THE MUDDY MISSISSIPPI RIVER IN DOWNTOWN ST LOUIS. WOW….THE SPIRIT IS STILL IN THE WATERS THEY SAY IF YOU WERE TO WANDER DOWN TO THE WATERFRONT AT THE HEAD OF THE KATY TRAIL YOU MIGHT HEAR THE SPIRIT OF jERIMIAH AND HIS LOST AND LONELY MISSION EVERYONE STANDING AROUND THE HEART SHAPED FIREPIT TO STAY WARM AND THE GHOSTS OF WHAT COULD OF BEEN HAD SOMEONE CARED…Continue reading “GHOSTS OF THE MISSISSIPPI MUDDY”→
