I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

We all loved yesterday! Each and every person that I passed was on a special high. I went back in time to my High School days. My spirit soared with a sense of youthful appreciation. My newest idea however, involves having potential emigrants staying on the Mexican side of the border while living in army run, tent camps. It would be with the help of not only the Mexican government, but with the Army Corp of Engineers, and the labor of the travelers that a new life for all could begin. After the main facilities are erected “downtown”, in a further effort, barracks style housing would be erected. Those at first would be for the U.S. troops, and then with those laborers from the south moving in, and on, actual houses could begin to be erected. So, the entire process would involve moving forward from sleeping “outside” to living in an actual middle-class type of housing. All of this would be with these potential emigrants, learning to build, and create quality buildings, mostly on their own. With architects from Mexico City, and even with American College students learning from the establishment of an actual city that had started from nothing, good things can happen. The availability of water would be the main concern, at least at first. I have recently seen an old History-Channel story on “Old Rome”. It became a state of inebriation, and scientific satisfaction, that was compelling and fascinating for myself. Way back in 49 B.C. the level of the grandeur involving that construction was captivating. Rather than even more pyramids being erected, I thought, how about an entire “small-town”. This can actually happen! Some foreign born “professionals” would maybe have the ability to become Green-Card holders, while moving on to the U.S., at some specific point. The high-end pros from the main towns down south, past the border, would have the opportunity to reach a sense of a fabulous, and tremendously wonderful experience. That Italian history special highlighted the waterway system that the “full of themselves” Romans had conceived. The highest mountain in the world (at least in their area) was tapped into, to extract the purest water that common man could ever come to terms with. As long as their flow paths were tilted just enough toward the big city the water would continue to flow. So, 10 thousand miles away the rich, and soothing liquid began its journey. That would be until a major Roman fellow peed, all the while this effervescent stream of purity (well……….?) continued on its way. The commoners could swim around in a self-flushing public bath. Tho’, back to today’s world, for here and now. When one considers the pyramids, it would only make sense to create useful, and viable building constructions. At some point many could return home with skills that would enable them to live a happy, and comfortable lifestyle, back in their native homeland.

Today’s Poem/Song lyrics: In a fervid reply to an anguished solution, some had felt a somber resolution, in the frantic displays of intrusive violation, a test of final and absolute creation, calls out to those that search for even more, the torrid play of sonic absolution, brings back a humble act of noble constitution, so all we seek is what’s in store, for hallowed grounds to hold the poor.