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Next to Great Grandfather’s Obit

McLaglen Star of Fox Film

“Victor McLaglen, the big he-man of motion pictures, has chased countless women through miles of film, but until he portrayed the role of John Rawson, the western mine owner of great wealth in “Annabelle’s Affairs,” the Fox comedy playing at the Fox Theatre today, he never got his woman.

McLaglen is co-featured with Jeanette MacDonald, beautiful and accomplished screen actress in this rollicking comedy, adapted from Clare Kummer’s stage play, so successfully produced as “Good Gracious Annabel” not very long ago.”

This column lays beside my great grandfather’s obituary in the ‘Grape’ Star, Sunday, July 12, 1931.

“Included in the cast, supporting the principals, are, some of the screens best known personalities, most prominent being Roland Young, William Collier, Sr.,Sam Hardy, Ruth Warren, Joyce Compton, Sally Blane, George Andre Beranger, credit for the adaptation and dialogue goes to Leon Gordon.

Also, a splendid booking of accidental features to close.

‘Smart Money’

Ribald at times, largely satirical and a touch of grimness, “Smart Money” comes to the Fox Theatre on Monday and Tuesday with Edward Robinson in the role of a Greek barber who rises from a petty crap shooter in a Chicago barber shop to heights of power and wealth only to fall to obsecurity due to his weakness for blondes.

James Cagney, seen recently in “The Public Enemy” shares honors with Robinson, “Smart Money” marks first first appearance of these two players in humorous parts and according to eastern reviewers they fare well with the lines and situations allotted to them.

Short subject listed on the program include second of the Bobby Jones series, “Chip Shots,” “Dance Hall Marge,” a comedy, and Paramount Newsreel.


Also piece entitled No Censorship at White House, WASHINGTON, July 11th, Suggestions that President Hoover is…”

Stop thinking it’s all about you,

or your lover, because as much as it resembles others, it is just the imaginings in my head. This is my absolute truth:

Man Less of Me: http://wp.me/p57Qci-2p

It was written long before I even knew the name of any particular anyone who might think it’s all about them. I know haters are gonna hate, but I will just try my best to send out love, and my honest truth, as I wouldn’t want anything, for anyone(even haters), any other way.  I love to write, to straighten out my head, imaginations, subconscious, flaws and all, spilling into new realizations, for myself – Not anyone else.

Love, ME

 

 

laugh

I imagine you again

seeing you for the first time

again our eyes tell first eyebrows raise

smile, laugh, again, look. look. again

what is that who i want? who speaks first?

i will play, how long will you go

without a word one

i think laughter will sound first

maybe an odd giggle, a release of breath

shake it out a

love me madly

measured proportions never

give me your all the way don’t quit

hurry, you know what i need, up

to no want nothing everything now

You will clear your throat, straighten up a bit, chill down your back, but you come prepared.

“Hi,” I’ll smile into your eyes deeply wanting, maybe, it will be real, laughter. Seriously, I am saying snap out of the darkness thing, get over your sadness shit, I can help, and do the same. “What are you thinking, wanting, to do now?”

You will try to shake out a word, go slow, looking down at your foot does something to the ground. You look up, again, and we laugh, again.

“Seriously, that’s all you’ve got?” Will I have to start with questions, I’ll have to think on it. Okay, “Your eyes don’t look tired, anymore.” I’ll tilt my head, trying to get a better look, your smile grows into that one that creases the side of your thin face, mouth closed dimples, a breath. I won’t bite my lip as you tilt your head opposite, and it grows into that teeth-bearing, wide open mouth slight nostril flaring, deeper breath, grin. The one we don’t see very often, that makes your eyes narrow, crooked, six happy crying wrinkle lines (yes, i counted) from the corner of your eye. I think this is the same face we see with tears, are you crying?

Now it’s time for an almost imperceptible shake it out of my head, maybe a finger to my lips, biting my nail, smile, blinking, I’ll say…

darkness attracts light

I see you in your darkness feel you there

touch me here, take my hand

come with me step into my light

you only know the conditions which must be

met me at the line of woods me taking yours

a fire wood lit by me to travel

through your fire i can step

if you want me take my hand

come with me

step into the light

your hands and mouth open

do you want to come?

i woke to your falling back darkness pleasure i felt

i can hold you keep you there

down upon your bed

hurry go slow i will pack the gear in the light of day we’ll know

don’t cry it’s ok too taking more my hand in yours you’ve shown me

you can touch me taste me in the dark your name

alone on me my more lighting the way

our fires stoking heat between us dark and light

are you scared, i am not

can you taste me feel me my ecstasy is worth great wanting

i will not unless you know

take my hand

come with me

step into the light

 

i have felt a separation

a seeming slight stopping of the heart tearing me

a pulse into another dimension light though i think but

no less scary than death i wonder

what it is?

it happens in the night as sleep is trying to come more

also in the day sitting, but less now

the whole earth feels like it moves ever so slight a blur

i think it is like your demons telling death mind sick

pulling me into the light

my comfortable spot

biting my lip and

kissing the tears from my cheeks the

weight of your body relaxes into mine

i am sleeping bare

waiting for you to crawl

in under the covers with me

one night real someday again

your dreams will wake me gently from

my comfortable spot