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Sacramento, California, United States
so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!

sailing to Oahu

Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Once Upon A Time In Nigeria

Reverend Doctor Johnie, The previous Gov't wanted the oil my Uncle James was drilling all for themselves. They had tried to kill him on two other occasions. They finally succeeded when by accident he allowed his monthly television cable bill to lapse into past due status. His one weakness, his love for American gridiron (without which he could not continue his work) became his undoing! When in the middle of the New England Patriots vrs the Indiana Colts game, ( a very good game I might add) the T.V. shut off for lack of payment, Uncle Jimmie was driven by his phobic desire to leave the confines of the fortress he had been forced to create for protection from President Hoax de Publicks' co-conspirators! Uncle Jimmie wasn't stupid. He brought with him two mercenaries, disenfranchised Mo sad agents, kicked out because their superiors believed the Messiah hadn't come yet but Nic and Joseph knew that He had! That's another story! He also took two spear chuckers and the village witch doctor. He took the witch doctor, as you already know, because the culture in your country dictates that no one can come within 50 feet of the shaman without invitation. When he screeched into the building's parking lot( two stalls ) of the Ministry of Cable Television Sir Mibimbo-Status Minister of the Ministry greeted him with open arm. ( He had made the mistake of telling President Hoax He'd give his right arm to be a Minister!) Remember how much fun I had when in country asking small groups of natives to " give me a hand "? Man, they would vanish! The"Shaman Principle", didn't work on those who had attained Sir status! Mibimbo wasn't used to his new role yet and was sweating. His Ralph Lauren suit was completely a deeper shade of blue. Trying to make it back to the compound before the end of half-time Jimmie went inside to fill out the necessary paperwork neglecting to leave a guard posted by the truck. My own c.s.i team found the severed brake lines that caused the vehicle after climbing through Nocan Pass to gather so much speed on the down hill run that when they hit that elephant in the elephant crossing the elephant was cut in two. It slowed them down enough that the witch doctor and the two tribal warriors leaped to safety, sliding on elephant entrails to a complete stop 150 meters from the collision. Uncle Jimmie and his two mercs weren't as fortunate! They went off a cliff with a 1000 foot drop landing on the savanna. The only things remaining of them on site were the 14 page document from the Ministry of Cable Television and two gold crucifixes. My c.s.i guys figured with all that elephant blood and their own, covering them, they didn't last a half hour in the feeding frenzy that must have transpired after their landing! My regret is that Uncle Jimmie didn't get to see the second half of what turned out to be one hell of a game. Do what you will with my uncle's money. I spoke with the witch doctor. He told me of the final spell he was able to perform before he lost all of his powers because of the relationship Shaman's have with elephant's blood! He didn't like the way my uncle was treated. He made sure whoever comes by that money you are trying to give me will ................... Oh my God!! Ha-Ha! But then you'll find out pretty soon anyway what curse the good Shaman put on that money, won't you!!! I pity you, really. Good-bye and I do mean GOOD-BYE

Thursday, May 27, 2010

continuing saga

         No one will contest the claim that I placed on the American River before the so-called lady in SanF dosed me with her league and that tnd his minions!  Oh!  Alcohol and the humans that I had not been with for a long while!  I trusted and was disappointed and alienated from the fellowship of man.  What is opium but a drug to obey?  First you are down and then, what?  Under it's influence?  So who obeys?  Does a captain drive the ship to a safe harbour?  How can I attest to this behavior?   I would apoligize were it real and acceptable!  Now I wander to a place.  Up a river with my son and my friend, Fearsy!  There are three of us which would die for a lie.  There are two which guide us into what I, Robbin, am very aware of. 
          Two mules match the two men, which are outside of Fearsy and Luke.  They know not where they are going as I am the only one who has been to the ledge before! The only one who knows! It is not that far from the city proper but does take  a turn.  Remember it is just a river that is filled with gold to this day!  And a river continually shapes itself!
           I knew one of our servant/helpers would disappear!  I knew which one.  Sad.  His wealth would have magnified, proportionally by his devotion to servise.... Even  Fearsy wondered where the treasure lied?  I thought but only briefly what if my friend had sensed what an authority I might have been when he first looked upon me?  But no!  He is and was true as is my son.  All wonder at the greatest thing.  They and all hunger and want of a gracious bounty!  Temptation is a desire that fires the imagination.  So,does my son and Fearsy seek my gold?  The answer is they are rich by the company of who they keep!  My son is rich because he listened to his father.  I am rich because I listened to Hearsy.  Hearsy  is rich for a very simple reason...  What would you think, listener, that that might be?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

My claim-American River

       On my way after so hard ( if looked upon that way) a journey, that was beyond a spelling or even in the
telling, dismissed as fiction because if even contrived sounded intensely of a fabrication that only one who had desires to  show himself, egotistically special or blessed to a measure that defies human understanding!
        This story is nothing more than an honest report of events that transpired in a course of time that may appear to be special because of when and where they occured!  I contest that a miracle must have been articulated as I was and am underserving of any special affliliation to a God or a Jesus that I have read of and do not doubt that They can be real as I am! 
        I left my wife and daughter on the properties I had purchased in San Fancisco.  Knob Hill.  I am wealthy but not for the reasons you think. My name is Robbin Rhodes. My son, who is not a Jr. for I abhor that concept, is with me after Ohio- and my best friend and mighty man, Fearsy!  We are on our way to claim what is rightfully ours!  or mine, if your mind follows certain pathways that only reveal darker corridors of which selfishness may be what one really seeks!  I can't know this.  Fearsy saved me from an anguish that  only because of him, did I not have to even pretend to be a part of!  My wife, children and future were all by the wayside, without Israel!  ( My brother Fearsy)
       Luke, my son, found a great joy in  the riverboat bringing us to Sacramento.  The paddle-wheel turning, driven by an engine spewing smoke and steam because someone put together a complex set of ideas, combining a wood burning stove, creating heat which made water turn from water into a gas!  Steam!
So instead of grain being crushed by a wind driven force or water running down stream running a mill. for the first time water is turned into a gas and drives a shaft!  So we can sail ( with a motor) upstream to Sacramento from San Francisco.  My claim is way up on the American river.
       It would be unfair if I explained to you,the reader,that I had no awareness that my claim was still viable and basically un-claimed.  I had procurred enough money and fellowship to researsh my possession and ownership of said claim.  This does not mean that pirates are not waiting in the darkness as they do today, what this means is that wisdom comes at a great price.  Pay it!  And then take your bounty because it is yours and no one elses!
         Hearsy goes ashore first in Downtown Sacramento.  My son, Luke takes the alleys and river walk to find what pestilence walks amongst us tday?  We regather at our predestination, with our horses, supplies and two others!  We now are five, on horseback going for a ligetimite claim of gold!  A lot of gold.  So who will contest my claim? 

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sister Lovers, Water Brothers

SO TODAY, I thought
                      Might be gargantuan!  It wasn't.
                      It is small.......Why/
Let me think!  Problems.  Whose?  Mine?
                      Know yours.
Should we start at the beginning?
Or just lie down and die?  Mistakes?
                      Continually or
            lie down and die.......
I think Knot.  Remember this morning
and your intent. You Keep notes
lest you forget!  Your purpose,
a poem, a lively regret, not you but
the other and another cigerette!  And
Then another leads to another deck. a
bottom dealer with no self-respect!  So
lose becomes the order of the day and
all of a sudden the ship sails away!  Leaving
you on a lee shore with much to ask for but
nothing to show, for all that you gave, to the
knave that seemed pure, you wave good-bye
and feel secure. For the first time in awhile,
your face breaks out in a big smile!  Who
was the dealer and who dealt the deck, that
everyone plays, wins and loses and wrecks,
families.friends, purposes and things.  Only you!
Because in love we all forget!  Who is resposible?
And who can know?  How do you spell forgetfull?
I think it's spelled, " LOVE"  But then, I'm just an old sailor.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Just ewe and eye

       Know one is listening but me
das boat is listing;
my englis, I carve on a beam..
      Many loud voices I hear
from above..
      Chained I am.....
      Fredom is not at
my command1
      Sinkinking, " Oh Lord"!
At whose authority?
      How did I arive at
this calamity?
       I am trying to breath!
      Salt water water as
oxigen, just like a frog
from the begiginning!
      Well, I am not aaaaa
Navy Seal!
      Yet I can surf with the best and it is realllllllll!
How can you fish with the best and not steal
and yet you need oil and so much more, to
light yourself and not explore!  Your nature!
the essence of your( and mine) beginning ad in finitum...............

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