The Lost Boys ~ Cry LIttle Sister by G Tom Mac

Come To Scottville, MI Mason County Population 1200

Beautiful Scottville is like walking in a small dreamtown.  People smiling and waving, all early 20th century homes, it’s like stepping back in time.  It’s like a small town storybook dream…on the surface.  Underneath the facade of this town, could be the settings of a Stephen King book.  Everyone is sleeping with everyone, this person is beating up that person, another is stalking, every corner there are drug dealers, and when you call the police for anything, you have to write your own police report, that is if they are going to do anything about the incident in the first place.  Oh, forbid if it’s on the weekend, there are no Scottville Officers on duty on weekends, and the Chief of Police is a drunk.  The sad thing about that is, not only do the adults know he is a drunk, so do all the teenagers.

Juvenile delinquents are slapped on the wrist and nothing is done.  They can steal money, laptops, break into places, and abuse their parents with no repercussion.  When I first moved here, I was told by an individual, this is Scottville, you can do just about anything, which I am now finding out is quite true.  The saying you could get away with murder would be accurate for Scottville.

They have had the small business owners paying higher taxes for the last 5 yrs, saying it was to improve the City of Scottville and bring in more business for the small business owners.  They have yet to do anything to improve a thing for these business owners.  If anything, they are losing their businesses. 

I have never in my life lived anywhere that I had to write out my own police report.  I looked at the officer like what the fuck are you talking about?  He had this nervous look on his face wondering what I was going to say because there was a long silence between us as I looked at him, thinking he was fucking nuts.  Anyways, my girlfriend said fine we will write the reports, so then he gives us 1/2 hr to do them, because the last time my girlfriend wrote a report, it was 15 pages long, and she did not give it to him until the last minute and he had to take it to the courthouse.  Well, within that report, she bashed that officer and the Scottville PD for not doing their job, and it was too late, he had to turn it in.  So, this time, he only gave us 1/2 hr to get two reports done, and if someone was getting beaten, they would have taken their good old time arriving at the place, but to get those reports, he came back exactly 30 minutes later.  He wanted to make sure we did not have time to write 15 page reports.

Oh and then I could go on and on about the religious fanatics going door to door, and the people that don’t want to listen to them, but do, because they don’t have the balls to tell them to go away.  I suppose I will rant on that another day LOL.

Dimensional Gateway – A Stroll Through The Woods

Sometimes I imagine when I walk through the woods that I could come across a magical gateway.  A gateway that has a mystical aura, not knowing what is and can be if a person were to step through this gateway into a whole new dimension, where time does not exist, where everything imaginable, all your wildest dreams can come to life in a way that curves the cravings of certain needs and desires.

I always imagined that as you stepped through the gateway, you can feel the shift of energy, as a slight fogginess surrounds you, and the deeper you step into this whole new world, the more clear and vivid your imagination becomes, naturally allowing yourself to find the most pleasant experiences beyond this gateway, and as you do find the most pleasant experiences, you might begin to notice many different paths…to the left, to the right, forwards, twisting in and out of each other, as each one has a new and exciting experience to evolve, when you decide to go this way or that, one path may be brighter than the other, yet as you choose, and choose again, you can become aware of all the little to big differences in sounds, smells, a cool breeze here, or a warm breeze there, a sweet alluring fragrance that draws you in deeper, automatically pulling at your curiosity at what you can find deep within.

Are you alone as you wonder and wander through this new dimension, or do you find yourself in the comfort with others, or another…together exploring, or perhaps one guiding and leading you to discover the deepest realms of what your imagination can create and conceive, while in your hearts desire, it can be a reality of your very own creation that will make you feel so wonderful as you do enjoy entering your own gateway of imagination.  You may even see it with your eyes open, or you could simply close your eyes and drift easily into yourself, knowing that you can create the most wonderful, beautiful other dimension, where time does not exist, and you are free to float along with your thoughts of creation.

My Evening At Lake Michigan

I finally had some time to take a drive and spend the evening on the beach.  It was totally secluded, and absolutely beautiful.  I love the sound of the water, and the breeze from the lake.  These are pics I took last night of Lake Michigan. 

The Thunder Rolls

As the lightning strikes,
And the thunder rolls,
Absorb its energy,
As the mysteries unfold.

A magical force,
To watch and behold,
As different dimensions,
Of time be told.

An opening of doors,
Do step inside,
Soaking this energy,
Enjoying the ride,

While wave after wave,
Of passionate power,
The strongest of energies,
Upon you shower,

As you dance in the rain,
Feel the thunder roll,
Through your mind and body,
Bringing you whole

New reasons to truly
Understand the deep,
Dark secrets that behold,
In your vivid dreams of sleep,

A new awareness to be found,
Simply allow the flow,
Of sweet energy sinking deep,
While you simply let go.

The power, the passion,
A consuming, sensual desire,
The fierceness of storm,
Igniting your deepest fire.

Draw in deeper,
The lustful energy,
The power it gives,
As you will see,

When you finally do,
Allow yourself to feel,
The rolling thunder,
In your body so real

Are the sensations,
That you may find,
Take your chance,
And expand your mind,

To the fullest extent,
Of how you can accept,
Energy surrounds you,
In it’s arms you are kept,

Safely, and boldly,
It travels through your soul,
A magnificent journey,
To be it’s goal,

In giving you pleasure,
As the rush runs through,
The rolling thunder,
Consuming you.