Randy Wood - Our love will never die

As the Love Vine Grows

Love happens so fast sometimes .. sometimes not at all ..

Up the lane , down the lane ... behind gates and in gardens ,

Open windows , open doors ..

no secerts kept , none given away

As the vine florishes along the high wires

pink flowers seem to dance in mid air under green heart shaped leaves

decorates Love Lane ...

Once upon a time a long time ago there was a Lady .

She gave all she had to help others go up the Love Lane .

It was the coming back down Love Lane she closed her eyes too .

Sad eyes crying , gates shutting forever

Christmas was over The New Year edgeding on

Did it matter how her heart broke into a billion bits

Did it matter no one would really care as if she had leposary

they all stayed away , looked away , whispers in the shadows of palms

how she wished one of Jack n Bills coconuts would come crashing down and end it all .

Over it .. years of trust gone .

Nothing left but tear stained cheeks

She closed her eyes tight , held her breath as if diving deeper into a sea of pure salt . the sting of truth driven into her brain , fried .

No one could be so cold hearted ,

Yet someone had been .

Who , it does not seem to matter now Who .

Tear stained cheeks , gently rode out the turmoil as if a storm at sea had tossed her overboard and only a mirical washed her back ashore .. it was not a blessing to have survived that heartbreak . trusted friendship that sank to bottom yet another storm passed by ...

One greedy heart n soul kicking at her as she passes by , go on leave , YOU ARE NOT A MILLION DOLLAR BABY ..

WHO CARES ANYMORE ..

The drunken end of lane night walkers , always the same story ... too much fun at Schooner again , pisses her pants before she can open the door .. time for depends Lanie down the Lanie ..

Routines suck ..

ask Bob Levy ..

each day same as yesterday as the one before and the last one .. always going to the same watering hole , same ole faces , escorted back home , takes off his matt makeup , wipes a tear missing his dear ole friend done n passed a year ago already a year gone by . seems impossible Captain Timothy just gone .. A sad gay day .

Douglas will never figure it out .. always at the drawing board going to make it better ..

Investors pissed to the max , Lies can buy more lies . Dig deeper , wells can hold much more than water .. as the story begins to unfold , truth be told .. heads nodding confirmations of I told you so .. does not amaze me .. Men whom prey upon older women ,,, only for future gains ... sicken the neighbors hearts .. the same neighbors whom never really looked in at the ole gal , knowing she was not all there .. yet pretending they did if they spoke about it .

Miss Vickery Miss Vicky as some referred to her as .. Douglas only calling her as Theo her first name .. This is a prelude to a story im writing about Miss Vicky .. Up Love Lane .. from my point of view .. warning it will get grafic even for adults ..

Jack and Bill high on Solaris Hill ,,, Jack fell down , had a frown , Bill had a suitcase full of money , well enough to pay up those taxes anyways .. Just under and over the wire .. two gates on Love Lane .. one for the Rogo one for the Golf Gardens .. Yes lovely garden by TonyToddSlime .. Bills double right hand man ... increases the value of property under a clouded title of color .. tax time again .. happens every year , heard same ole story each year .. tax time ,, the heart pumps faster .. n faster ,, Bill inches become feet become yards under a glaze of salt and freshly remilled spindels on that noisey turner Bob Levy hates .. well on Sundays anyways .. fair complaint .. ho ho ha .

I like rambleing , get a lot said that way , sometimes one has to ramble ..

Living out of suitcases now near a year , Im worried , Im starting to like it .

Out of the Love Lane Rogo suite on to L.A. , helicopters n cops handcuffing ME . Was a hot morning to say the least , the independent film maker did he catch that live action on film , sure hope so brother .. wild wierdass L.fucking A. I say I never ever want to go to L.A. ever again no matter what .. Thank You Jesus Patricia from Key West on edge of Love Lane , happen to be in L.fucking A. at that time . She came to rescue my ass .. got me out of there in two hours flat and on our way up to Idlewild , Ca. , well with a lil detour .. kinda . Had to stay over night in Newport Beach ,,, her Mom lives there , I had to sleep in the jeep .. until the cops came /// Patricia to the rescue one more time .. she was sleeping in the condo until then .

All n all my world had turned upside down several times in few hours .. few days .. away from Love Lane in the Rogo Suite where the roosters crow and hens lay eggs ..

The gridlock L.fucking A. expressway for miles n miles n miles really did seem endless .. I left Love Lane and landed in LfuckingAHell or what .. now with Patricia the rescuer a bit drifty and full of surprises of just how drifty she was .. going off the freeway , headed up a mile high to Idlewild way up high on top of mountian , that means badass curveing mountian road with a drifty woman driving .. In Gods Hands . That works .

to read the rest of this story Ill have to write that book . Someday. Maybe .

Idlewild is simply this , Beautiful ! ... I do believe I could linger there for a long while and not get bored . Simple , small mountian village surrounded by National forest . Douglas is not allowed there anymore , he took lots of acorns to make flour with , busted .. this is pre Love Lane long before Miss Vicky , Theo . Banned from the forest Douglas . My o my. What was it about those windmills in California, Douglas ..

I saw the snowfall in Idlewild deep on the deck that sits high up the side of mountian .. breathing the fresh crisp air a mile high glad to be away from LfuckingA ... playing flute song after flute song , echos across the mountian side . Patricia knitting a scarf and humming . She hums a lot .

She can hum for hours . Blocks out the thoughts of where will her next rent payment come from , Daddy done and cut her off at age 35 ,, get a job .. be normal , work for a living ... Daddy was wrong .. He had no idea what he had created .. the daughter who hums , hums a lot .. for hours .. To paranoid to hold and keep a job for more than a few days ,, thinking that folks where talking about her .. they probably were. probably about her humming .. most likely . It was something that had taken control of her and probably long ago when she was just a child . I dont like what you are saying to me , Ill just hum annoying songs ,, loud sometimes ..

All she wants is LOVE .ok just pure loving LOVE.. .. Thats all . O and a lot of understanding .

I love you Patricia , You are a true and good friend .. always .

By the way I did read your Dad the riot act ... and meant it .

What the oil well went dry ?

Aw now that Brian and Janet , lovely couple from Canada , six month Love Laners ,,, gosh a lovely family and good hearted folks who dare to reach out and care when a woman is being hurt ... Keep that fence in great shape , and just pretend he is not there next door .

They know .

O and thanks so much for the care packages to survive that horrid few weeks ... The luxuary of a spoon ...

To those who happen to read this only if you kinda know me will you kinda know what I have spoke about here .. out of the Rogo Suite on the other side of Paradise of the Pacific Blue ... is where Ill be playing the flutes ..

Love Lane shall never be a fading memory ... for each time I hear a rooster crow or hen cluck I shall think of Love Lane , the Rogo Suite and Mad Jack Gunn .