For the love of coconuts; I never saw a skull so thick. You totally amaze; My beautiful and lovely Neanderthal. I have not a clue how you get any knowledge to stick. Your juice is so inviting; I just need to get an awl. Of all the cravings I have met; You take the cake. You would make such a wonderful nut for me to treat. I have no choice; I either have to drill or break. I fight my temptation longer; Nutcracker sweet.
It had gotten where I couldn't trust me. I had gotten where I couldn't trust all. So I got this magic cloak of invisibility. I walk in the shadows really quite small. On an even lonely trail I walk wondering. I am lost in a forgotten road of living. My thoughts are about my daily pondering. There is so much more I could be giving. With a stetson hat and mirror glasses I look with dim, dim eyes just looking. I survive to be with the great masses and I am with them; Them just overlooking. But today I walk in the shadows knowing that still I have must to learn, yet. It is an uncertainty of my growing and today I stop to love my dear pet. I am the unknown one; The shadow walker. Some day I might understand it better. I try not to be just a smooth talker. I struggle with my built-in for-getter.
I am just a happy quirk. I am glad I have my work. Everything is just fine. I haven't lost my mind. The deadness is cut out. Health has come about. The sutures still itch. But is just the stitch. The emptiness is filled. The rage has been stilled. There is light to guide. I have no reason to hide. I have love deep inside. I hold my head in pride. The mistakes are past. The teeth marks last. I feel like I am OK. I am on my life's way. I don't feel like a jerk. I am just a happy quirk.
On the dark and dusty deserted highway. I asked a stranger if he was going my way. He opened the door and let me get in. We pulled off and I was off, again. Without talking we drove for miles. Road signs, rest areas, coned isles, farm houses, old barns caving in on an highway that never ends; I just looked out the windows of a life surrounded in shadows. Where are you going and hi there. Sometimes the walking would go on. I always wonder when I would be done. New faces, children's faces, pets; I trudged on with many regrets. Always searching the faces for life; The lonliness cut like a dull knife. So far from home and people I knew but there were times I thought of you. Sometimes for no reason waking up I would sit drinking from my cup. Another day's calendar I'd pull dream walking with a silent lull.
I am your waiter; She is your waitress. The service is great but no formal dress. Would you like to serve yourself or others? The world is full of sisters and brothers. Would you like to dine alone or like company? Our chefs try to please; Love has a symphony. Love is so delicious; won't you try some? Love is quality; Love is always wholesome. Love is always open; We hope you enjoy. Love is fine dining; For girl or boy. We hope you enjoy your meal; Come, again. Remember us and bring all your friends.
Oh, great of spirit of love that protects the mentally insane, widows and insects hear my fervent wish in this dark hour so that I may feel your great power. Guide my steps as I walk the trail that borders between heaven and hell so that I don't get lost in the night and be overcome with all the fright. Clutch my hand in your loving grip so I don't falter; stumble or trip on my big two left feet in this mess and give me peace as I get dressed. Help me to understand the impossible because with you I know all is possible and I am just a small part of life trying to cope with all this strife. Walk daily with me and be my friend as I try to make all of my amends ever reminded of past in pictures and so many forgotten lectures. Oh, great potter of lumped clay don't let me survive to decay cause I am a long way from death and I still draw many a breath. Thank you for all the sanctuaries that seemed like little estuaries but became like great seas of hope once your relieved me of the dope. Oh, precious father and loving mother your gift of life I still discover as I walked down a different path no longer do I need the warpath. Make me just a little Indian brave so that I can learn to behave and live in the paleface's place as I honor and love your grace. Grey Eagle and Morning Dove fill my heart with your love as I see you glide up in flight where the moon-bow touches night.
In my rage I screamed at the night because it seemed like I was alone. Wrath filled and blinded my sight and it hurt to the marrow of bone. My ignorance was great and a wall that love couldn't touch my core. I hurt so many that I had to fall in the way that I chose to ignore. Love was there for me all the time but I conquered the angel of love. Many mistakes I had in my prime and I gave love a forced shove. But love was greater than myself and its wrath conquered my anger. It relieved me the burden of self for it knew I was a stranger. Daily I admit love is greater and I was just a fool to love. I wasn't strong being a hater but loves fills me from above. Love's wrath makes me feel small and it dominates all that I know. But it builds me up so I am tall; It is the sweetest wrath I know.
Welcome back to Fractal. Did you see the Pterodactyl? Tron, it was very scary. Huge and but not hairy. But those teeth, oh my. It ruled the whole sky. Ready for the Kaleidoscope? You mean there's hope? Just jump in and buckle up. I would let go of the cup. You will need both hands. It is the enchanted lands. Hell, I am game if you are. Is it near or very far? Lets see what it can do. I'm ready for something new.
They climbed out of the garbage of what once had been civilization of fertile life and living things. All around them there was carnage and they came to the realization that love came to mean nothing. What hath God wrought said one but another said no this was man because animals have more sense. Another asked what can be done and won't this just happen, again but said one we were just dense. Slowly they filtered and looked trying to find something to save with hopelessness and uncertainty. There were smoking embers and books next to a man who had gold to wave making one snicker blur-tingly. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust; some crawled; some hobbled to get out of the great mess. We have to do what we must or we will all get gobbled; Sometimes there isn't fairness.
The times that we had; Just us two. Disappointments shared; We were blue. The dawn breaks; The nights we had. We fought, yes; But was it all bad? We shared tender moments; I can see. You could see, too; If you were free. But you are a statue made of stone. You'll never be human; Just alone. You're made of harder stuff than me. Eyes that glare; Staring at the sea. I hope that you find what you seek. I am talking to you; You never speak. Ice maiden; Freeze hell over, too. You're so calm; Nothing touches, You. But humans are made of bone and flesh. You were human; When we were fresh. You used to be able to feel emotions. Now you just stare across the oceans. I hope your ship comes in and you go. I hope you find the one of your ego. Find comfort in the lightening skies. May the sparks put life in your eyes. I know its crazy; You admit it, too. We had our time; I still think of you
Could you forgive a god that created whole worlds in his head? Or are you just too human to forgive anyone not even yourself? Could you forgive a god that said lets make man in our image? Or are you like so many who cross the great line of scrimmage? God created so many things and each time he said it is good. But then he created Adam and then he was to be misunderstood. Maybe if he would have said it is good but does it matter? Maybe it takes a god to forgive a god; Such silly chatter. Maybe he should of made gods instead of humans; go figure. Where is the white out when you need it; Just reconfigure. I will set my bow in the clouds to remember my promise. I will make it big and round and hard for them to miss. Jesus, I said I was sorry; Whats up with these people? Its OK, God; I will just destroy their silly steeple. But I tried that with the tower of babble; Its a given. Its OK, God; I'll die for you then you will be forgiven.
Go back, Go back the ice maiden said. Liberty has a crush; Heroes are dead. The petals of the dandelion are blown. The rose is beautiful and is grown. You are just the vanity of the stem. Angels fly away and you not like them. But angel I know that you still care. I know the beauty of the ocean glare. Oh, my statue of liberty that cries. I see you look across the blue skies. You have life, liberty and the pursuit. Just lift me up and that will do it. Hold me in your hand my lovely grace. I will show the night your cute face. Take me out of this funeral pyre. I will shine for you in rainbow fire.
There once was a lady with bony knees. She would do as she damn well pleased. It was comical how she wore no socks. The neighbors could hear her for blocks. She kind of waddled; a bowlegged duck. She was slow; but could she ever pluck. I never learned how to play the guitar. But my father used pick it in the bar. So I will just go twang, twang, twang. This is for you, love ya, sweet thang.
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by RainbowSlider
For the love of coconuts; I never saw a skull so thick.
You totally amaze; My beautiful and lovely Neanderthal.
I have not a clue how you get any knowledge to stick.
Your juice is so inviting; I just need to get an awl.
Of all the cravings I have met; You take the cake.
You would make such a wonderful nut for me to treat.
I have no choice; I either have to drill or break.
I fight my temptation longer; Nutcracker sweet.