The "Poet" a Story of Biblical per porations

Coming soon the story of Donnie Douglas a young Navy Airman now in his late forties, semi-delusional and whithering away in depression and disease. Donnie Douglas had a promising Naval Career all set up and some how it all went wrong so suddenly.

 He had just finish his training to become the Commodore's Driver and Bodyguard when a unscheduled flight would change his life forever to be continued


Chapter One

Foot steps bare and perfectly uniformed shuffle through a misty fog cover floor. Gold glistens through as the feet rustle the mist silently. They come to a sudden halt on a darkened edge, near a gigantic fallen gate made of solid gold. There below the darkness of outer space is seen. At  a great distance a blue and shinning star. As a diver from his perch would see it, it would appear to be a single drop of water on a black marble floor.

The winged figure leans forward his toes are curled they straighten as he falls through space. In a twinkling of an eye this figure reaches his destination. A dimly lit two story brick house, built in the early nineteen hundreds.

The figure he perches himself silently upon the front porch roof top and peers into the single bedroom apartment. Through the single glass pane window he sees his brother standing protectively over the Poet. The Arched Angel Michael is sadden at his brothers absents from their Father's House and at the same time relieved at his brothers mission.

He has come to watch over them both until the Host of Heaven restores to Michael's brother  his eternal Cherub wings. Because they will soon be needed. As he continues to watch over the two chosen ones. Our Father's Host appears next to Michael, he says: turn and close your eyes. Micheal does as he is commanded the room fills with whiter than white light and the brick wall is obliterated.

Only Brick dust floats through the air, it parts way as the the Host walks unscathed thought it. The Angel and the Poet stand frozen in time, the Host creeps upon Donald from the back and reaches in slow motion to touch the blades upon his back. With but, the very tip of his finger tip he touches the Angel Donald. Then as suddenly as He appear both He and Michael are return to Heaven, for Donald is now physically restored.   

In the shadows across the street near a large restaurant dumpster, sounds  a high pricing screech and the vibration  of grinding teeth, as if he Satan was being mortally wounded. then the flapping of unfettered wings growing closer. Donald whips around and knocks the Poet out of his computer chair and on to the floor. He then pushes him with his right foot , back and under the antiquated wooden table, in the same motion the Angel swipes up the tattered unmarked book on the tables edge. The front wall crumbles beneath the winged demon, the book becomes a blazing two edged sword. The demon lunges repeatedly at the Poet, Donald finally strikes him upon his brow and he instantly disappears and the room is restored. 

Donald starts to remember the day of Satan's betrayal which took place in Heaven. At the same time the Poet is being flashed scenes from his life.
 
A young Navy Airmen  named Donnie Douglas is about to enter his twentieth year of age, when he becomes entangled with an Angel name Donald. Who thinks he himself has fallen from the grace of God, but Donald has not really fallen, but was lead out of Heaven by his brother Micheal and God's messenger Gabriel

The Poet, Donnie Douglas starts to remember the time that he served in the Navy in vivid detail. This young Navy Airman has drifted back in time to the year 1982 while catching twenty winks. A seventeen year old Donnie Douglas converses with his buddy Gary Johnson, while fishing out of a canoe on the Kanakee river in Indiana. 

Gary asks Donnie, So what are you going to do when you get out of night school Don, join the service? Yeah, I had it all set up to go with Tyrone, but Reagan's budget cuts have delayed me six months, so he will be in before me and out of Boot Camp before I even Get started. To bad. Yeah... I'll be going to Great Lakes and then a training school for Aviation Mechanics.

So you will be working with jet engines? Hey let's move down stream farther I haven't had one bite yet. Okay, ain't shit here any way.
They pull up anchor and drift farther down stream. Gary inquires ; How long are you going to serve? Four years unless I really like it or if they give me a large re-up bonus.

Jet Mechanics they make big money when they get out don't they? They make about thirty ta forty thousand plus they get to travel all over the world. All over the world ? With some companies. I hear that. What are you going to do, keep working at the Mattress Factory? I guess, till something  better comes along. Yeah I can't join because of my eyes, I lost most of the sight in my right eye  when a shotgun blew up in my face.

I didn't know that happen to you, when? I was about twelve. I always wondered why you were so damned ugly. Donnie chuckling softly. Forget you asshole your no looker your self. Am too and you know it. Gary shakes his head at Donnie. Hey are we partying tonight? 

Yep. Thank God. Thank God you got that beard on your ugly mug... we might as well use it to our advantage... No one would ever think you are only sixteen... Ya know I kinda like fishing.

Yeah this is cool isn't it, Donnie has a devilish smile on his face again and starts chuckling to himself softly, Who ever said inbreeding was a bad thing? He and Gary were always teasing one another in this fashion. I will take you to a place in Cal City they sell to everyone. What ? I am not an inbreed!

Gary spots his favorite spot on the river, so they coast into a private dock. It sets back off the river a bit and is under a large deck. 
Gary pulls out Cameo netting  and makes Donnie put it over the whole canoe and them self's.

Dude you are kidding me with this stuff right? Gary chuckling softly no just put it on, it is so they can't see us. Donnie asks: who the fish. .. Dude you take this hunting and fishing crap too seriously.

Man shut up they'll hear you. Donnie is shaking his head in disbelief. Okay, okay calm down.  Don't get your panties in a uproar, you are so sensitive. Are you having a bad day? Are you on your period?

Gary snuffs at Donnie, Dude  are you sure they won't card me. Not if you buy as much as we are going to buy tonight, Dude ain't no way they will card you.

Gary asks why,? Donnie raises his eye brows, and giggles because they are all hillbillies up there. How much money do you got?

About two Hundred, asshole I am not a hillbilly! How much money you got? About eighty bucks. Dude anyone who eats critters and has more  hunting dogs than underwear is a hillbilly. I wish my granddad was still alive... I'd have money in my pockets too. Jackass, I earn my money, he doesn't just give it to me. Dude I am just saying you have been working at Sealy Springs since you were fourteen. He got you the job there.

Want me to drive tonight? Na ain't no way you are cramming all of us in your little shit vet again.
Hey its brand new man and it gets great gas mileage. Who cares, the Old's has more room and enough trunk space for two kegs. 
Yeah but, it looks like shit 

What time is it O' seven hundred captain. Very funny... I thought you said this was the best damn spot on the whole river. We have been here since five Am. and not one damned nibble.   

Inside the cabin, music starts playing loudly, Gary and Donnie hear the faint sounds of Giggling and horse playing

Gary stares devilishly at Donnie. Wait for it...

Just then five totally nude coeds  start filling out one at a time onto the large deck over head Gary and Donnie. The music blasts out, as the siding glass door is opened it is Billy Joel's Uptown Girls

The deck sits on peers which extend out over the river, with a covert, type boat dock under it. There sit Gary and Donnie all covered with cameo netting, in their cameo T-shirts and sitting in their cameo painted canoe taking in this glorious event.

Donnie whispers holy shit, Gary whispers back wait that is not it. Oh my God. Wait! Holy shit Batman are you kidding me, Are they lesbians too?

Gay spouts off, don't know don't care they are here every weekend all summer long. Man I love fishing replies Donnie. Wow this is Heaven I salute you.

I was wondering why we brought this damn netting shit. Do you think they can see us? I am not sure but, if they can they don't seem to care. What is it they are doing? I think Yoga. Man if you smiled and wider your damn head will split in half dude. How old do you think they are? I don't know but, they are from Saint Joe's College.

Then they are Catholic Bake O's... Hey, Saint Joe's isn't that were the Chicago Bears used hold spring training, Gary says I think so a long time ago. My uncles supply these chicks their weed.