Thomas stares out his window,
sitting at the kitchen table, bills piled up beside his resumes. Five months without work aside from low paying odd jobs from working on yards to food delivery. Frustration lines his forehead. Determined to stay constant, some days are better than others however it is mentally wearing. Thomas sighs trying to believe that this unpredictable time shall pass. The evening comes with a glass of wine for Margaret, alone in her living room, attempting to adjust to a new life after twenty-seven years of the same one. Without a true explanation her partner left leaving so many questions behind. Where to start over? What does the future hold? Starting over bring fear. With each sip, thoughts get stronger holding onto the fact that this time shall pass. Stacy closes the door of her room trying to digest another horrid school day. Others hurling insults for no reason, students that used to be friends causing tears and confusing thoughts. Sometimes Stacy wonders if the abuse is worth going through, determined she will get past the next two years. Stacy knows a new chapter will be soon. This present time shall pass. March 17, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2021
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So many marching,
looking for a place of acceptance as they do not know who they are or what direction they wish to go. All they need is a path set out before them to follow. They do not see who is guiding them. Those seeking spiritual enlightenment took their journey to a place called Georgetown to search for the teachings of Jim Jones who taught them apostolic socialism. As the people gathered in mass reports came to others about abuses by the temple members. Life was not what the followers expected, no enlightenment but punishments. Children taken away, rarely seeing parents. Monies taken to run the temple. Under scrutiny of stress and outsiders there were cyanide poisonings to all. On November 18, 1978, Jonestown was dead. Not one saw the guiding hand to the light. In Axtell, Texas, many gathered, waiting for an apocalypse with the second coming against the armed armies of Babylon. Firearms and soldiers lined the compound protecting the disciples inside the barrier following the leader of the Branch Davidians. Families waited inside while the law was outside until the fiery end for all being led. Flames taking lives in the chaotic compound. Everyone looking down, praying, not seeing who lit the match. Students gather in a classroom hoping to learn about multi-level marketing, course upon course with slow steps to get ahead within the organization. Enthralled by personal and professional seminars that were to grow the students. Being hypnotized to follow, no question. Ignoring the secret society the students were buying into until they were poor and sold. Branded by the leader with his initials. The pain never healed. No one saw who burned the brand. So many with empty thoughts searching for a place to go and follow the leader. Blind, without question only to feel impure. Once they realize the path that was taken to the current place. Too late in realizing the truth, questioning how they got there. Doors opened by the unseen, the Dark Figure that guided down the sacrificing path. April 7, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2021 Only you can feel your struggle
that your mind sees or thinks each day. The loneliness that comes with the unspoken words. Promise others are feeling the emotional pain also. Different triggers, same feelings. Never believe that your words and thoughts and feelings are the the utmost of importance. They are. Support is always out there when it feels like all is lost. Reach out. You will be held up. Outreached hands of support are always there. March 5, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021 We are walking with shackles
on our exposed dreams of this world. There can be a time when we can be free. There will be a time when we come out our caves just to hold each other freely regardless of looking eyes. When we come to an understanding that with all our differences we are the same as human beings. All we have to do is listen and embrace. When a young man can play in a park with whoever they wish. When a little lady can keep her faith and innocence without adult corruption. When no one dies due to race or religion or living in fear of who we are, then the world will be would be free. January 4, 2021 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2021 As each new day rises
the air fills with new stress of every person’s uncertainty, not knowing what times will bring. The clouds are a little grey with shades of clearing bringing a hint of better times. People are locked away, prisoners in their own home living in fear of the unknown. Strangers appearing out of the dark with hands out to care for one another, strength given with no touch providing a glimpse of better times. Almost every breathe is hard in these times of the terrifying, people do not know where to move. The good in people will manifest, trust in the human nature of the kind. The path will lead to better times. January 26, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021 I called him R. J. from the moment he was born.
It was short for Robert Joseph. Named in memory of his mother’s father. As a child, R. J. had an eye for adventure. Once you heard his giggle You knew R. J. was in a place that he should not be. The clean up was never-ending. R. J. did not stay as outgoing with age. Sometime during his teenage years he went from outgoing to extremely private. Could never pinpoint the change. All I can say is it happened half way into his high school years. R. J. moved in with a lovely lady shortly after graduation. We were so happy and proud of them both. Six years together and all we saw was bliss. It was not until it ended that a problem came to light. R. J. had to move back in to regroup. The drinking was noticed, the drugs were not. Late nights or disappearing for days could not be ignored by his mother or I. R. J. would come home with new bruises, cuts all over his face. That is really when I got involved. Took R. J. to a place to dry out and talk for a week, just him and I. That was when I found out about the drugs. R. J. had been taking since middle school. He said it started as an experiment that grew. The booze part was because that was all he could taste from working with chemicals. Even when he was spitting blood R. J. did not see a problem. I thought it was a great detox week. So many conversations that brought us closer. Saw the light at getting my son back. Slowly we gave him earned trust. He was showing up to work and home. R. J. gained weight, a healthy weight. The call came in around six or seven. I can tell you it was a Tuesday. The sky was bright with the sun setting. I called him R. J., short of Robert Joseph. He was my only son, Now he was gone. January 18, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021 Following the shadow
even though my instincts tell me I should not. The spirit that is beckoning me is quite alluring. Each step taken to an unseen place, beyond the mists of the unknown. The mind excited but conflicted. Is the ghost that I am following leading myself to a to a pure garden of light or through a path of red burning coals? The hopes for a calm walk. There are too many scars of the past. The ghost that leads never give a hint. A time to breathe and heal is needed. Curiosity is peaked by the leader. The pathway that I have been led to previously was murky. The expectation is skin tingling. The unknown feels this of me. The Ghost of the Unknown ha shadows that are addictive. No signs to what are beyond them. The only way to know or feel is to move beyond them and embrace. December 29, 2020 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020 Silently, I pray each and every night
to the stars lighting up the dark sky that I will never see or feel your shadow, hear you incoming soft steps. You may be the enemy however you are a human being. My job is to guard the sleeping soldiers, protect them so they wake in the morning. My troop is relying on me for this and I will ensure this does happen. As you creep around our camp, trying to deceive me, I think you must have a family that you would like to embrace again. It is the same in our tired barracks. The troops have wives and children they wish to see and laugh with. My eyes will find your shadow and guarantee they will see their family. Sadly, I have taken life, as I assume, my night crawler, that you have too. We both have a duty. It is not personal. I have a duty that takes courage, feeling that you have the same. You are a person that is forced to be here. Remember as you sneak, so am I. I am the Sentinel that will not let you through. December 1, 2020 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020 Though no one saw me,
I was there through every moment. The blaze that took over London in the mid seventeenth century. Three days of an inferno, taking way homes and lives, leaving a burnt path of embers. I was there as the wind that carried the flame from the King's Baker. Not one felt myself as the blower of the fire. When the shot was fired, killing Franz Ferdinand causing England to declare was on Germany the bullet was guided for the world conflict, the first great war, over four years, piles of bodies, brothers and sisters, by my invisible hand. That peaceful day in 1945 in the small place of Hiroshima, destroyed by the first big bomb. Leaving radiation intertwined with the breathing air causing melting heat that was felt for decades after. I was the unseen creator of the ultimate destroyer. People believe it is all random twisted fates of destruction. I am never seen by the scared eyes. Never in the shadows. My faces are in plain view This Dark Figure is always missed. November 24, 2020 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020 |