“No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities.”
― Ry Cooder, Los Angeles Stories
The principality winces only once, as he hovers above Los Angeles, and once is enough, once is enough!
It arrives a mild Thanksgiving in the ladder of the days, with the dark clouds approaching, still the sun holds them at bay. As she drives from west Los Angeles with shadows in her heart, she thinks herself in broken syllables, without language, falling apart, and she hears the sky rumble behind her. In the desert all around the palms droop from sudden heat, it could be that that they need water, or just there bowing to defeat. Over her left shoulder on the side of judgement comes, Belial carrying weights of finding, of what is dead and done.
She pulls her car over in failure, sending queries to her mind, thinking these must be delusions or else the end is finally here. Did she not feign excitement when she heard Adele sing, act grateful at the Oscars when Michelle Obama called her name? In the stark landscape around her where dead beetles come to play, no wonder Charlie Manson led his children out here to pray. However, this is no decider of the difference in her heart, is she a child of something greater, or a starlet who plays her part. If there is a real Thanksgiving, why is she in hell today, the scent of opioid’s and vitamins tint her breath as she delays.
It is not that she would deny providence, and let the daemon come; to play. His smoky figure lines Los Angeles and in her mind, she hears him say, “Did I not cast you as my favorite, and hold you to the part, underneath Harvey’s squirming loins, did you not obligate your heart”. Why aren’t you grateful to the business and the culture when your body is the art? “If you leave this arid valley, and you learn to drive away, what is it you will be thankful for when your skin is old and decayed”?
She could howl in madness as a tumbleweed rolls by. As the scorpion nears her Gucci’s it shakes its tail, well she might cry. However, the truth is ever greater when it comes from deep inside. The honesty moves mountains from the heartland until the San Andreas sighs. When she was just a small girl, waiting by her Nona’s side, a withered hand it felt her blonde hair, a soft voice whispered now don’t you cry. “Gold dust in the creek again, when you see it, is when you win”. “Gold dust made so long ago, ancient queen, has your soul”. “She has your soul”!
It arrives a mild Thanksgiving in the ladder of the days, with the dark clouds approaching, still the sun holds them at bay. She drives the desert to the mountains until she no longer can see LA, and she shakes her hair free, it the color of gold dust, and she thinks herself free, she thinks herself free.
The principality winces only once, as he hovers above Los Angeles, watching the unbroken sealed colored capsules baking in the heat on the broken desert ground! – 11.26.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Certainly a different take on the Thanksgiving tale, but the heroine has a good reason to be thankful! Well written!
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It was originally slated for the month of Halloween but got pushed out. 😉 Thank you for your kind comment.
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Your welcome, I went back and read the first Los Angeles, thought it was very creative. You have a great touch with wording.
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Another great tale from Los Angeles, this was fabulous Daniel.
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Thank you Jen, really happy you enjoyed it. 😉
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🙂 Your welcome is LA going to be another series like “The Whitby Ladies”?
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Probably not this year, as “The Whitby Ladies are just getting warmed up. We will see about next.
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Okay either way I will be happy! 🙂
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Great writing, with a lot of deep factual cultural analysis going on.
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Thank you. Not a whole lot to analysis anymore. 😉
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Agree!!! 😉
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I enjoyed the first LA, loved this one even better! 🙂
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Thank you Erin, I debated on weather to release this one or not, just didn’t feel it so your vote of confidence helps.
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It’s a good piece of writing Daniel, I am glad you released it, and your welcome. 🙂
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Sweet Daniel I am here to encurage you, I read your comment above full of self doubt. This writing is masterful. ❤💜💛💚
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Thank you so much Ruby, you cure my doubt! 🙂
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And as you would say that makes my day. 💓
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🙂
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What Ruby said, I loved each word, as always full of mystrey, an tells a great story. 💓
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Hi Heather, as always you humble me with your wonderful compliment. 🙂
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A simple pleasure me to do. Seriously you did a wondrful work on this. It deserves praise. ❤
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Very kind of you to say.
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Daniel you are the kindest most talented man I know.
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I have to agree with Erin, I like this LA better! 😉
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Thank you Jerri, I had my doubts on this one as mentioned before, but am feeling better about it.
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It’s a true Gothic piece in my opinion, and it leaves the reader to imagine a complete story, I might add it fits the times. ❤
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Hi Tara, thank you, it was my intention to try and have the redux version fit these times, so yep I’m grateful for you seeing it that way.
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Its too bad people can’t just be great at what they do based on being great at what they do. 😉 Too much in our culture is based on sex appeal IMHO.
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I read your comment above about being hesitant with this piece, it’s fabulous. Think nothing on the counts of likes, I have learned quality writing usually gets less. 😉
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Thank you, I agree likes should never be ones first concern. I was more concerned with the hesitancy I felt before publishing it. Thank you for your supportive comment.
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That point in my mind is the best sign of a great writer, letting ones own judgment rule. I am sure many would disagree with me on this, but after all, the story is the extension of the author, not the reader. having said that I still very much liked this piece, even if you were hesitant. 😉
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LA redux tells a great story Daniel, and it is finally crafted as all your work is. Love the song too! ❤
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Hi Destiny, I loved the song too. Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate the compliment. ☺
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“No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities.” No truer words ever quoted. Great piece.
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So true Layla, weird times we live in, thank you for commenting.
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Your welcome, this was very creative and I enjoyed reading it.
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Wonderful visual writing Daniel, the character seems almost real to you, and that makes her real to your readers. 🙂
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Hi Tatiana, I think the character might be real, just may be a different profession, or life or something. Most of my characters become life to me. Thank you for a great comment.
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I had to ask, you seemed to know the fears of the character, I found it to be an interesting read,
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Loved this!
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Thank you, really happy you liked it. ☺
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YW ❤
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Enjoyed this very much!
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Thank you, a great compliment indeed coming from you my Scottish friend.
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Not a problem, keep up the great work!
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❤ your style of writing!
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Thank you , and welcome to my blog. ☺
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Your welcome, I have only started to read! 😉
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