Barons Ramblings #7 Untitled

There are stories written by and for the living.  These are the happy stories with happy endings; saccharin-sweet yarns dripping with baby diapers and grocery store coupons; light and fluffy fables overflowing with love, laughter, and hope and transcending beauty gushing on this wondrous blue sphere and its breathtaking inhabitants.  Stories about radiant angels sweeping away suffering, despair and suffocating reality with translucent wings of silk.

The dream is never over.  Reality never gets in.  All of your wishes are granted and love always finds its way home.  Even pain turns to joy in our story.  Loneliness embraces you like a friend just a few pages away; the part about sadness never lasting long, nothing is ever taken seriously.  Bad moods, dark thoughts and gloom cannot exist in this fairytale.

Women freely give a gentle eye and men pamper and sooth. Work is always rewarding.  Justice is just a gentle nudge toward someone else’s peace.  Catastrophes let us know where tranquility hides.  Failure is the first lesson of success and a father’s rejection is his way of showcasing his sensibility.

This story is written by your mind and only you will read it.  The copy is ruthlessly edited; bad vibes and negative thoughts are rubbed out.  In this passage, you will feed off the marrow of life until the words and phrases swirl blissfully in a syrup of merciful humor.

Your story wraps around you like a whirlpool of delicate touch and soft kisses on your eyes;  spinning, twirling, thrilling your senses with euphoria a mile deep.  The gratitude you feel for each word flowers into phrases spilling on your mind’s eye… mystified.

A story etched on water lilies floating on a field of green diamond - hissing and popping with joy so immense - it bursts through times and space and sparkles in unseen dimensions.

Each page is another breath of satisfaction.  Every moment is alive with a jackpot of dreams.  Yu are living every second without a regret and singing songs you will never forget.  Your story flashes with fantastic colors.

Turning the page, you find humanity worthwhile.  You are never alone and everyone smiles through the misery we made for ourselves.  All of the light from our sun blankets the earth with all of your wishes.  The rain falls like tears on the world you imagined and washes away the stain of self-pity.  When the new day kisses your hand, turn it over and fill your palm with the happiness you deserve.  Drink from it. Live by it.  Share it with anyone you please.

Chapter after chapter of privately owned thoughts ….  You are the lucky recipient of a million kind acts that are absorbed into a supreme consciousness, when suddenly, it explodes in a flash of gladness and appreciation for all things radiant and in full bloom.  Your page turner takes you on a Sunday drive with gentle turns and easy corners.

All the children are above average and well behaved, as the V chips implanted on their brains at birth preserve only the best thoughts.  In your world as in mine, a child’s giggle is still capable of running like a river of love back to you.  Words flowing like music and weave bonds with the ones you care about.  One word is peace and the other euphoria; together they strum the strings that send endless waves of erotic tones along your spine, like Mozart tapping a ditty on your soul.

The story erases the scars of lost love, and the printed words soak up the blood around a lonely wound.  The cavalry is always on the way, politicians really do represent the people’s will and someone else always cleans up the mess you make.

No one reads newspapers or follows the news in this fantasy land.  The star players in our story are cleansed on intellectual depth, and they are free of the burden of historical facts and knowledge of any culture save their own.  Best of all, you will never be held accountable or responsible for anything.

As your world unravels and the plot becomes clearer, you discover apathy is strength.  The war against terror is the path to peace and making money to buy crap you do not need is ambitious slavery.

…and in the end, the laughs you take are equal to the laughs you make.

by Randy Schaefer