I Cured the dang bug on the use of my identity…Time to Rock out and Write again…Kiss Kiss Blogging friends see ya after the glorious weekend!~
The Gipsy Kings are one of my favorites to listen too. I never seem to get tired of hearing these wonderful musicians.
Chill out time to rejuvenate the soul Slingshot with longing love tunes…Kiss Kiss
Slingshot is in need of some chill out sexy sax time. Enjoy your weekend Blogger Peeps…. Kiss Kiss 🙂
Just want to share some wonderful Spanish tunes…Kiss Kiss
I am Broken…
Does anyone have a token
To fix what is broken
because the truth is unspoken
Who do I trust
my life is nothing but a bust
people come and people go
there’s no room for rust
I am broken
Mislead with too many misses
perhaps I need to swim with the fishes
but instead I will eat Chocolate Kisses
Poem by: Dawn Martinez written for a homeless boy named James Dunn
Celeste lovingly caress the beautiful Indian bow and arrows her grandfather made her. She beamed with excitement to know that he replicated the Cherokee weapons to perfection, and couldn’t wait to place her bead work on the treasure objects. “Papa these are awful purity I thank ya kindly, but I don’t want to ruin them?” Henry soften his eyes upon his granddaughter. “You’re so humble little one how could I not make them for you, not to mention, I need a hunting partner since you will never pick up a gun.” Henry gave Celeste a wink with his serious chocolate covered eyes. “I left the deer hide clear of markings so you can string you’re pretty bead work upon it, do you remember your spiritual sign?” Celeste smile with her almond shape eyes in glee.
“I’ve been pondering lately on the subject of you’re Indian heritage, you dear child are more Indian than Scottish. I think its a good time to teach you the belief’s of the Cherokee ways. What do you think?” Celeste envision his words in her mind silently for a few moments. Henry bumped her out of the thoughts asking, “Do you still have that slingshot I made you?” Celeste nodded yes, and produced the wooden weapon from her back pants pocket. “That sure is a mighty fine slingshot, but now that you have a bow and arrow you will learn to hunt for survival one day. Besides the way you are growing child I can make you another bigger bow when you get older, but right now I assume this one fits your weight and height for a beginner and then some.” Celeste immediately had tears in her eyes, “I’m a thinkin’ papa this is the best present I have ever had, and I will always treasure it. So can ya teach me now?” Henry smiled, “It would be my honor!”
For several weeks, Celeste mastered her skill with the bow and arrow. Henry was impressed that the little lassie picked the hunting tool up so quickly. Many hours he gazed upon his granddaughter moving to and fro from her hiding spots shooting her arrows with accuracy, he couldn’t help but think about his daughter and wife when he ogling the growing Celeste. Today was a different kind of day where it stirred up memories of his family life. His daughter Dovanna, was no where near as fearless, independent, and beautiful as her daughter Celeste. In fact, Celeste looked more like her Cherokee lineage than the Scottish side, except for her blonde hair an eyes. There were times he witnessed traits of his dead wife Lillian’s gentle, naive personality living inside his granddaughter, and then he could lay claim Celeste took after her beautiful spiritual Cherokee Grandmother, when she became earthy and solemn.
All in all, he was proud to have his granddaughter in his lonely life no matter what form. After his wife’s passing when his daughter Dovanna turned seventeen, and was in a horrible death and life accident, he lead a solitude dismal life. Never wanting to remarry, he raised his mentally disturb daughter less than a year before she quickly married Celeste’s father secretly. Oh hell to the yeah he was madder than a hornet to learn his daughter ran away to marry a half-breed musician. He didn’t have the heart to yell or bicker about it since his daughter seemed to flourish under Celeste’s father love. To him, it was better to let her make adult choices and keep her in his life, than to stir up negative energy. He quickly thought that Celeste to him was the son he never was able to have in life. Since her return from Alabama, Henry kept getting fleeting sad memories flooding his mind about his first born son. Little Daniel lasted several months after his birth before Bronchitis took his life, and in the end left his frail wife deep into depression for several years until she became pregnant once again. He and Lillian kept the death a secret from their daughter, and was simply happy to be parents when Dovanna was born.
He remembered a time when he was so angry about the couples marriage, that he approached the Cherokee settlement and had ill intentions to meet his son-in-laws mother. Burly man Henry rounded a corner of an Indian dwelling in a conniption fit, and bumped into a gorgeous Indian maiden who stood six feet tall. She was beautiful with long jet black hair and a smile that took away his breath, he fell in love immediately for the first time in his life. Henry stuttered while gazing into her blue speckled brown eyes, to him her eyes was mystical and haunting at the same time. He had never seen an Indian with brown speckled blue eyes before, and when she spoke her sexy Cherokee language, his body melted like butter on a warm piece of toast. At one point inside Henry’s muddled head he had forgotten why he entered the establishment when they both were interrupted by the chief. Henry composed himself with speed, and released his arms around the Native American woman, an made his demands. The chief of the tribe winked at the woman Henry was busted embracing, and turned his back on the two. Henry shook his head out of his secret thoughts to scan where his granddaughter was playing. “Why are my memories of secret’s haunting me lately?”
“Swish”…Henry felt the close contact of an arrow passing him by with speed, he came out of his thoughts ready to spank the wild one’s ass for aiming a weapon at a human being. Henry locked his furious eyes on his shocked granddaughter, Celeste knew she opened up the wrong door.
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Seventh grade wasn’t as bad to Celeste in bullying as the younger years. She diligently worked on keeping her nose clean, and it proved to be a smart choice. The day she hugged her grandfather when they returned to Ohio was a happy moment for Celeste. The big six foot five burly Scottish woodsman embraced his half-breed grand-daughter with unconditional love. Her grand dad never told the two he had already hired a posse a few months back to search for his missing daughter, an in the end found her trail had gone cold. It was a hard hit to Henry to have his only daughter up and disappear, but he too knew she suffered from depression. Never in a million years did he realize how deep her mother contended with her suffering, until her disappearance. Celeste could feel the dangerous tension between the men the minute she separated from the huge man’s embrace. She was spared from the heated conversation, when Henry asked her to leave to visit Chief the painted draft horse. At that moment she actually felt sorry for her father, knowing it was going to be a hum dinger of a talk. To Celeste, Henry was a dangerous strong force to be reckon with when he got ticked off.
He towered over in height and body size compare to her father who was six foot tall. She had learned when he spoke you listened, or paid the thumping finger consequences! She could remember the day clearly when she learnt a costly lesson with Henry’s huge finger. Celeste thought she knew it all when she was getting a tongue lashing from Henry. He was correcting her how to do a project when she rolled her eyes, and gave him a smart ass comment. The thump on her forehead took Celeste by surprise, he popped her so hard that she could feel the pain for two days; henceforth, she kept her mouth shut and never rolled her eyes again out of respect.
Now that she was back in Ohio, her father would leave her with Henry for weeks while he traveled the bar scene. Celeste loved being with her grandfather. She became a little sponge under his guidance, but the only thing she hated to learn is using a gun. The day Henry put her knowledge to the test is when he handed her a rifle, and began to teach her how to shoot. The force of shooting the large weapon hurt her ears, and knocked her on her butt from the kick of the gun. From that day on she hated using a gun, so Henry made Celeste her first bow and arrows.
Celeste was cleaning the horse’s stall when Henry walked in the barn, an asked her to join him at his wood working bench. For weeks Henry hid his project from her until now. It was Valentines Day when he presented her with the gorgeous sturdy hand made bow with several arrows. Henry made her chuckle with his words for the first time since she left Alabama when she received the valuable gift. “Kiss Kiss my Valentine, let’s hope you don’t pierce a man’s heart with your love one day!” Celeste beamed with pride and from that day forward she truly felt the love from her grandfather.
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