Sleeping with the fishes

My eyes open up im on a deck, on a beach exhibition game lakers game on the beach vs visitors from out of town, pretty busy hot summer day. I come out the stadium victory in hand walk, venues for any thing that would catch my glance,  I walk towards the jersey section Bid with a woman in her stand I sort find a Vick jersey eagles money in my hand, "negotiate on that" i said, got it . Son in hand, Im walking with my son on a board walk, look right I see people on there phone looking right towards the coast the west coast , they run to the east no hesitation, worst fear of there lives, i look start running inside for shelter pull my son inside, go inside look left see a bright water cloud on my west realize break the glass door go through, jump out and see out on the sea but one two  maybe three,  that's a wrap.......

Devine departure

Emile Jean-Horace Vernet - The Angel of Death     1851

I was baptized Catholic as a child on Ovlera street in The heart of Los Angeles, CA their have been many times were I can remeber as a child in my dreams being in this church running playing as I should I was a kid raised in Mexican culture, I would say mainly due to the fact of having cousins that I loved to play with but now have lost touch through out time, but there have been dreams of my self in this church as an adult 5'9" on my knees kneeling on a pedal stool that the modern Catholic church provides, there  is always a lack of lighting so it never glares my eyes, I see no cross in-front of me but I know why i'm there its not a place I'm scared of but can never figure out why of all places; I'm drawn to a place I care of  that I don't visit.
The image of the walls in this art peace bind me to figure out why out of all images in life has this image stood out like a knife with a double edge but  the man below is me as I pray on two knee's for the care of a broken heart of a woman that I never lost, She is sick and She is dying but she is ready to depart towards a light of the unknown with the gentle hands of an angel that cares so much to make a gentle departure into what we don't know. Is it that I want to feel sadness, if I did choose the right or would  it be better not to have seen this image and never wondered why?.

In the Shitter.

You know you have so much to write about, what do you do? think of it in your dreams then forget it in reality.