Thursday, August 20, 2015

Ryanindawamp / Man In Da Street


Rollin On   
The 
Trilogy   
Beginnings



The 
Growing 
Older  
By  
The  
Day  
Man  
Walked  
The  
Final Leg 
Of 
This  
Dayz Journey.

Shelter.
Safety.

Da 
Glorious  
End  
Sun Down.

 
Cast  
Her Burning Glow  
Down 
On  
The 
Barren Landscape.

An  
Abandoned  
Sheet Metal Shack.
It's  
Sheet Metal Roof 
Hanging  
Tight  
Throughout  
The  
Blistering  
Desert Environment.

For 
Way  
Too  
Many  
Decades  
To 
Recall.

This  
20 By 15  By 
Foot  
Sheet Metal Structure  
Gave  
As  
It  
Were  
Shelter  
From The Storm.

Of  
An 
Ensuing Life 
Due 
To 
Circumstances Beyond 
His 
Direct Control.

Had 
Thrown 
Him 
Directly 
Into  
The 
Path 
Of 

Cat 10 Dust Storm.

Reasons  
Beyond 
All 
And 
Any 
Of 
His 
Real 
Or 
Perceived Comprehension.

Non The Less.


Escape For The Night.

The Man  
Walked 
27 Yards  
To 
The 
West.


Collection 
Of  
Cactus 
And 
Desert Trees.


He Thought 
To 
Himself 
How  
GOD 
Takes Care 
Of 
HIS 
Ow

 
The Man 
Retrieves  
His 
Back Pack Stash 
Of 
Food Consisting 
Of
Canned 
Sweet Peas 
Carrots 
String Beans
Asparagus 
Beans
Cayenne Pepper
Garlic Powder
And  
Dollar Tree  
Creamy 
Blue Cheese Dressing.

He Decides  
On  
Sweet Peas  
And  
Carrots.  
With  

Topping
Of 
Blue Cheese Dressing  
Topped Off  
With  

Healthy Dose
Of 
Cayenne Pepper  
And   
Garlic Powder.
He Grabs  
The 
P56 Can Opener.

Along With Dinner  
The Man 
Grabs  
2  
33.8 
Oz Bottles  
Of
Dasani Water.

Cafe Combate
Instant 
Dark Brew Coffee  
And 

Green Tea Bag  
For 
The Morning.

Picks Up  
The  
Large  
Thick  
Black 
Plastic Trash Bag  
Containing
The  

By 
4  
Foam Rubber Mat  
Rolled Up 
Neatly  
In  
The 
Large Black Trash Bag.

The Man  
Walks Back  
To  
The Structure.

There  
Is  
But  
One Entrance  
Serving  
As 
Well  
The Exit.


Tightly Sealed 
Sheet Metal Door   
Nailed Securely 
To  
The  
Old Building  
With  
Concrete Nails.

Some How.


Cement Walk 
Way Up 
To  
The 
Front Door 
Had 
Throughout 
All These Years  
Lasted 
In  
This  
Barren Hell.

This 
Is 
Where 
The Man  
Laid Down  
His  
Foam 
Rubber Mat.
His Bed.

He Propped  
The  
Black Back Pack  
Against 
The 
Door.  
Removed 
His  
Tan Booney Cat  
Placed  
It 
Outside Down  
Over 
The 
Back Pack.
His Pillow.


From  
The  
Black Pack  
The 
Man  
Retrieved  
His 
Colt 1911A 45 Semi Automatic.


On  
The 
Other Side  
Of  
His Bed  
He  
Laid  
His  
77  
Model 36  
Smith/Wesson  
38 Caliber Revolver 

Round Chamber.
Hollow Point Engaged.

Next 
To 
The  
Colt 1911A  
He 
Laid Out 
His  
Winchester  
23 Inch 
Bowie Knife.


On  
The  
Opposite Side 
Next  
To 
His 
Smith/Wesson 38  
He Laid 
Out His  
7 Inch Switch Blade.

The Man  
Was  
Now  
Ready  
For  
 
Good Nights Sleep.

He Laid Back.

Gently  
Kicked 
Off  
His 
Cobian  
Black Flip Flops.  
Settled 
In 
For 
The Night.


His Head 
Propped  
Up  
On  
The  
Black Back Pack  
Against 
The  
Sheet Metal Door.

The Sky  
Was It's  
Usual  
Crystal Clear.  
The Sun  
Completing 
It's  
Final Curtain Call.

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The Stars 
Began 
To  
Light 
It Up.

Directly 
Over Head  
The  
7 Stars  
Spoke  
Of 
In  
Revelations.




Shined.  
Ever 
So Brightly.

Promising 
Ever  
So  
Soothing Protection  
Directly  
Cast 
On
The Man  
From  
HIM
  
WHO  
Dwelleth  
In  
The 
Secret Place
Of  
The  Most High.

The Absolute  
Highest 
Of  
The  
Most High.


In 
The  
Secret Place  
Of  
The Most High.


The  
Throne  
Of   
HIM.






Up  
And 
Directly Away  
Shone  
Ever  
So Bright.


The Northern Star.

Just 
To 
Let  
The  
Aging Man  
Know 
That 
He 
Was 
Not 
Alone.

HE.

Gave  
The Ultimate
Headz Up.


A  
Multiple Mach  
Speeding  
Through  
The  
Dark Expanse.
A  
Shooting Star.




As 
If 
To 
Say:
  
Dats  
Right Muthu Fucker.


Got Cha.

 
Giant Smile 
Broke Loose  
Across  
The 
Mans Grill.

The Man  
Sunk 
Deeper  
Into 
Relaxation.

Through His Left Nostril.

He  
Breathed  
The  
Clean Clear Crystal Breath  
Of
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.

Out  
Of  
His  
Right Nostril  
He Blasted
Black Dirt Slime Toxic Thick Smoke.
Representing 
The World  
And  
All 
It's  
Wicked/Evil.

As  
He  
Drifted  
Ever  
Closer  
To  
The 
All  
Elusive Nirvana.



Nirvana - Lithium

This  
Astral Drift  
Took  
The Man  
Further 
Into  
That Place.



Coyotes Start Their Nightly Serenade


Havolinas Began Their Territorial Grunts



Gophers Began Their Nightly Game Of Seek and Hide 



Sonora Desert Bob Cats


The  
Swift  
Repetitive  
Sound  
Of  
Bobcats Paws  
Played Out
To  
Their  
Own 
Distinct Beat. 
Chasing.

Here  
And  
There.


This  
And  
That.

The Man  
Drifted.

All  
Physical Control  
Given  
Over  
To  
Automatic Pilot.

This  
Physiological Aircraft 
Was  
Now 
In  
Silent Mode Flight.
Gliding 
Through 
The 
Atmosphere.



Dream Land 
Had 
Become  
That  
Freeway Exit  
Just 
Passed By.


The 
Freeway  
Quickly Transformed  
To  
The  
4th Dimensional 
In Pass.


A Soft.


Barely  
Dis Cernable  
Voice  
Appeared 
Out  
Of  
The  
Open
No Where.


Strand  
As  
It Were.



Faint Voice 
In  
The Breeze.


Certainly  
Not  
Of 
Anything Human.

Barely Audible.

But  
Un Mistakenly  
There.

The Man  
Jumped Up.

Semi Automatic 45  
Tightly  
Secured 
In  
His 
Right Hand.

The Voice. Told Him:

"Your Sword  
Is  
Of  
No  
Use  
To 
You Now".

His Grip  
On  
The Gun 
Relaxed.

Against All  
Of  
His  
Human Power.


He  
Was  
Loosing  
This  
Battle  
Of  
Strength.

Then It Happened.

The Man.


Was 
Thrown Back  
Hard  
Against 
His  
Foam Rubber Mat Bed.

Sprawled Him Out.

The Colt Left His Grip.

His Eyes  
Open  
Ever  
So So  
Wide Straight 
Up  
Into  
The 
Stratosphere.

His Mouth 
Opened  
Seemingly 
Over  
His  
Entire Head.

It 
Was  
As  
If  
His
Entire Being  
Was   
Grabbed.  
Tightly. 
Pulled
Right 
Out 
Of 
Him.

Nothing 
Left  
But Shell.

The Whisper Faint Spoke.

"You Are Mine
 I Own You Now 
Fear Not 
Ever More".

It Was 
At  
This  
Point  
That  
The 
Mans Body 
Violently.

Out  
Of  
Control.

Shook  
Seemingly  
For  
Hours 
Upon 
Hours..

The
LORDS
Alarm Clock Sounded.


HIS
Bells Rang Clear 
And 
Loud.

The Birds  
Naturally  
Bringing  
The 
Man Awake.

With 
Their
Early Morning
Sound
Alarm
Serenade.

He  
Instinctively Grabbed 
For  
His  
Dark Brew  
Cafe ComBate 
And 
Green Tea Bottle.

Purrrrrrrrrrr. Purrrrrrrrrrrr. Purrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The Man  
Opened 
His Eyes.


Directly  

Feet  
In  
Front  
Of  
Him.  
Laid Out 
 In  
All  
Her Beauty.


Bob Cat.






Greeted  
The Man  
Good Morning.

Calmly.

No Fear.

What So Ever.

The Man Said:

"Yo
Ms. Beautiful BobCat.  
Whad Up Girl"?

With 
That 
Beautiful
Purrrrrrrrrrr Purrrrrrrrrr Purrrring
Retort:

"You Whad Up Old Man.
Rise And Shine. 
Got Nothing  
But 
Day Light 
In  
Front  
Of   
You".

With That  
The  
Beautiful Animal 
Rose Up  
Slowly.
Turned Around.




Began  
Her Graceful  
Walk A Way.
She Stopped.

Looked Back  
Over  
Her 
Left Shoulder  
At  
The Man.



And

Winked

Twice.

It 
Was 
Then.


At That  
Very  
Nano Click  
In 
Time.

That  
The 
Journey Began.

The 
Trilogy  
In  
Full  
Motion Bloom.

The Book.

Right Now.

In Da House.

All
Up
In
Da Swamp.

United States

France

Germany

India

Portugal

Romania

United Kingdom

Ukraine

Denmark

Netherlands

GOD BLESS
Each
And
Everyone
Of
Ya All.
Whoever 
Your 
Beautiful
GOD
Is

Ya All
The 
Absolute
Most
Beautiful Best

Thanx Guyz
For 
Da Read.





Ryan. Out.




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