Career. A vocation, calling and/or choice.
Work n Play. Both mixed in combo.
A Hope or Fancy, a Love, a Natural Talent, a Dream.
One or many. Choices therein, thereof as well. Well as
more than just a Job.
A Career.
With a Birthday fast approaching (…Nov. 25th…);
a Triple Treat of Posts will now. Ensue.
As an Intro, Background and Explanation of
the i, Shiro Persona. Within. For You.
Ways to Share a lil’ more. Of this and that. That
which leads me to so writ.
Leads me to so thus and use.
A
Ways With Words.
A Career.
Crashed Out
revealed. Herein. Now. As well. Well as only
Once.
Once i, Shiro, have ended so a Career.
Just Once. Only.
Once. When 39.
Once in 2002.
Just Once. Then.
Back then
as i, Shiro bounced, tumbled, rolled, many more than once
across this and that Roadways. Still and till, i hit that end. The Gutter.
The end
of the Road- still so called. -Ways. Hard. There. Laying still.
A minute or so. Later.
Having spent quite enough Times and Places. There. I
then stood up. To move on then and there. Back to
The Kunoichi.
Then
sat back down. Again. Still. In
the Gutter. There. Though upon there now. Now too. To The Kunoichi
i drew. My Eyes. Just Eyes. All
else was starrily unfocused, lightly unreal,
a dark, patchy and smoky blur of kaleidoscope images
in this so scattered shifting recall
and my Memory. There. Still.
I sat. In the Gutter. Still there. Though slightly angled to
get that now so really important long View. Before me. Still. Now. Of
The Kunoichi Kawasaki.
Of the Real. What was Real
and before me. Then.
That was and is. An
end. Then. Also. To Life Dreams. A Career. Just now.
In the Gutter. There. Lay stilled. Then. In 2002. To
describe it so. Waxing and Writ sentimentally now. Now. Not
then. Then
as i sat. Still. I raved. Raved in side so raged, seethed,
tore strips out of me,
Them.
Everyone.
Even those Grand-Mothers. Who with Age so experienced of Life as a
Widow. Who
with only Memories. That remain. Who
have left in their Lives. Only a now empty Home. A now stalled stilled
Car. From and of
their Dream Lover. Now. Long Gone. Those. Those who still. Still
drive those stately and white Mercs. Unbending, so stalled. Then. Still. Till
that decision was and is made. That choice which so agreed in conflict.
With Mine.
That choice to show too. To realise the impossible. Impossibility of Two
objects. Sharing both Same Spaces and Times. That choice of
that and those unexpected movements. Back. Straight and too Fast. So
In Reverse,.. then too. To and though. Afore stalled. To,.. now,
over and so through. All over. In speed in deed. To
and through.
The Kunoichi.
The Kunoichi Kawasaki.
Over and through.
There.
Now too. Still. To and fro on
Everything.
Even
The Kunoichi. Even She. I
so not spared.
The Rage.
This so red rant of Hows and Whys. Into that White She so Flew.
Into the White. Turning Red into that. Of Mind. Mine
of tragedy, anguish, despair.
Hopelessness. Without. Hope. A wrench in the Works. Of
Life.
That Hell. Within. Without clarity nor reason within,
afixing rage to Mind and Body. Within so. Without care of fine thought as
well. Well
as i, Shiro. So
raged, so in meandering mental madness of the how come, what
ifs and why nots. Coulds
and woulds. Not or be so. All so
bared and laid out. There. Hows and Whys. In that
and those Real. Ways.
With shattered and mis-shapen Helmet buckled, twisting so. In
my buckled, broken Hands. As Mind
twisted so too. To buckling in, giving in. Broken. Approaching
to that lack of Light. Real
and close to. To so approach that Dark Light,
those and these dark Ways of
bending and shaping Emotions mixed into Words so blackened,
strengthened into
deep and might that curse and rebound, resound within to reach. That
and those far reaching Inner depths, so far. Far gone. The
madness. Within. That Rage.
Of Being.
I was One. Then.
That raved.
At what i saw. In
the Real. Just.
There.
Laying there.
The Kunoichi.
The Kunoichi Kawasaki.
Lay Bared.
With every bone… that i had so not bared nor broken. Joining in. Enjoying
that so futility. Of. Trying
to resist. To thus and so. Deny. Deny that. What i saw. Saw
before me. In
that and this, The Real. World of Highways and byways. That Road of Lost
Dreams. Dreams of that Boulevard. That Lay.
There.
Kunoichi. Lay
bare. Bared
too. To and then. Now. To Ask. Of You.
???
To so and feel more than free. To Share.
That which You so do.
A Career,… A Job… just Work.?.
A Dream… or less than. That.
What is it… That You,.. besides WordPressing,
do so too.?. To
then. Now. What is so Writ. Herein as well. Well as this. The
Next…
Which is… then. Now. Therein. To be… as below. Soon. Pt.2
of the Birthday Triple. Treating
56 Questions. In Our World. Legends Let Loose.
Lay bared. In deed. Then.
Our World Legends.
Be One.
Live Your Dreams.
Dare to bare. Thems
in deed.
Till next…
Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..
i, Shiro that is.
With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.
If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.
To Be So Writ. Herein.
