Kwaj atoll whitesands gave silent stories there..soul reveal each story feel..flowing life
Inside the grain nature rules..not hatred..war or jealous fools..need not greed controls the land..together in love nature stands..
shared..to listen in silent nectar drink every word..touch real most never feel..felt silence is not heard..
Sit place to befit a king..first act drama scene..naked save colors mood with beat a tune serene..scene changes with each breath..smell of love muskscent..
love.. no life or death..seconds- lifetimes spent..
Then another..love another..was this land lovefeel?..offered every good tingle spine to sex appeal..taste pastel..music notes smell lovely in the air..heard in taste..ice cream paste flow washes away fear..
Tears only joyful love passion met in fate..full rich laughter comes..you turn, await..Irish Setter melts to Kathy hair black..blue her stare..reflect light brilliant spectrum mellow Kathy always shares..
Paper thin waves lap easy brought me their sound..thanking island..ocean all cast who walk Kwaj whitesands..magic sack I will take back love to heal all pain..in my little home..love for our home sand grain..
Woman turned we again were one in Whitesand Grain..her eyes asked did magic give..said ‘it is most insane’..
‘Not to fear dear as you said love bridges our way..when I gave last magic sane..you with me wrote the play’..
To make a dreamworld one must be persistent and directed..never losing their love in purpose..rather make their purpose love..Peace T@cftd
November 1962 in my Air Force Days..had a visit from a lady..one who never plays..typhoon Karen came vector was crosshair..Guam was hit..nature had the helm was nothing for it..storm blew left nothing there..had share of disasters..seems most every day..some real as a hellish storm..some to laugh and say..
once when Alaska quake shake shelves up to earth dry..we scrambled planes went insane..for a wave six inches high..could not calibrate how high..did not know the need..all they knew about this tidal wave was same as sound in speed..
Quiet of the eye..then the storm was gone..million pictures taken airborn show of ‘hell and gone’..two weeks no running water..three before the lights..came to show us damage even in the night..typhoons have no feeling..typhoon has no heart..feeling tells you what you need right from the very start..documented well..Japs came out of caves..fighting forty year old wars..with nothing left to save..
something line of duty..nothing for a war..flew home for leave..flew Olive X4. Olive, after Karen and other tracked known scares..had an eye so tight we could not turn in there..cannot ever pass to you the force and power felt..when a typhoon comes to town..dive in a cave or melt..death in true power felt..
In the summer of 1963 I went home to Poway California for leave. I caught a hop in a WB-50. This was a B-29 bomber..no armament. Where the 50 cal. guns were on the side of the war version..there were plexiglass observation bubbles with ‘dropson’ equiptment..sonar sensors on a cable..put into the storm for data..behind that was communications..where I, as radio op sat. The primary r/o was part of the crew. We, on the way home, penetrated Olive. The standard procedure was to take this aircraft, which also had body armor, larger engines and turbos to handle penetrations..to penetrate at 110..(11000 ft)..until we hit the center of the eye..do a u turn and go out the same way..(approx. ) when the pilot attempted to turn we had barely begun and a shiver ran through the plane..we had to fly all the way through..then back again..an experience that knew no fear for I truly was in the hands of something beyond any control.
Being who I am I will take this moment to express, yet again and forever, we can prevent war. We can stop war. We should erase the creation war.