These are random feeling I have to get into words for my own sanity. Writing is therapeutic and soothing to my soul. Sick with reflection of how scattered this noggin's broaden view can whisper hope bleeding hearts to smile.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Trusting in the higher power of good above all is something of an Art. Dreams of scenes to come, bring forth the run. Rum soaked strawberries taste best on coke. The lessons learned come from ability to hope. Taking from the best life has to cope. Our past is near and far from the part we see slope. Tender fishes are a meal to some, while gross to the one who never tried them. The eagle glides with the eye of a tiger. Keen on the mean between stimulant and behavior. Can we ever ponder hard enough to live longer than our fore father's father? Entering darkness doesn't have to equal a broken chest. The lark of a thorn bird sung once, takes a moment of love. One true power above all that towers, dwelling among the ashes of a tongue's speed bringing forth the sun dressed in a summer's long sleeve.
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