Good times, snake charmers, freaks and frogs, blame games on the beach. Hard knocks in schools, cases of frogs in army and groups, to trick or trade, for dreams to rob and steal. Prey on the beach, prey lost, confused, mental attach veterans females to eat alive. Time to color the world blue again, free as a bird to fly away from clowns to the left, and jokers to the right, fish trapped in hell on earth.
Projections flying with fingers pointed at others, with three fingers pointed at self forgotten, frogs and fish tales online to share. Lives in the fast lanes, tricks and trades on the beach, trips to hell in a hand basket, hell hounds loose. Cracked mirrors show more sides to the animals within, under the surfaces of snake friends. Gifts of a lifetime in stories to tell, written to last longer, chapters of pieces of the nightmares, and time on the cross. History created, dazes in hell, joys and pains, songs to sing, the earth angels that got away.
Glory dazes around the globe. Joys and pleasures dancing and singing in the rain. Earth angels, fairies, pixies, dogwood butterflies in dogwood trees. Joys and pains of lessons learned on the journey to greatness, bumps in the road to dodge. Happy and delighted with crossroads taken, lessons on the beach, schools of hard knocks. Good times to get back on track to better dazes. Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few.
Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different. Blue and Black female veterans, in black and white, changes in trips to the mountain tops, birds and butterflies, trips in the sun. Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land far away there lived a purveyor of dreams, a vendor of fancy and fantasy. But troubled times and hardship fell upon the man, and in his quest for the holy of holies, he ventured west toward the setting sun. He felt certain that if he were able to catch the glowing orb, he would bestowed it's gold within and have all that his heart and mind desired.
But in his haste he left behind his magical consort, Maryjane, not realizing that in departing, he would lose the treasure that he already knew well and loved. As the years past and the man grew old, slowly, but ever so slowly he, lost sight of his dreams.
Oh, occasionally he met briefly and caught glimpes of his sweet Maryjane, but she was not the same. She too had suffered the onslaught of time and had changed in ways that some percieved as better, more powerful. But the old man perceived cracks in her armor, through which had slipped the older more valuable assets of the joy of community and that greatest of virtues, brotherhood.
Those that enjoyed the company of the once fair lady, only experienced her unadulterated and newly gained power, never having felt the joy and glow of her younger demeanor. The man acknowledged, what he had known for all too long. His sweet Maryjane was gone forever, never to shed her wondrous, yet subtle euphoria over his mind, for what she now spewed was violent and aggressive and only the elders like myself could recognize the difference.
It was like the metamorphosis of a a larva into a butterfly, only in reverse. What was once beautiful was now ugly and repulsive. The old man wept, and turned to hopefully find new joy in other pursuits, but deep inside he knew, this was the beginning of his end.
Nice story, hidden meaning, life changes, and you out grow, your friends of yesterday. Sadness for changes that made you forget about time when hope was alive and burning bright, for dream life. How I saw the tale you created, thanks.
Tales for today: changes to take place over time. Good times, bumps in the road, forks taken.
Thanks for responding having to pains in finding friends to keep, they come and leave without notes. Leaves me sad and blue, in the end they stop answering my calls and texts, without reasons. Life and the bumps in road to much to share or lack of interest, not sure which. Have my guesses but not confirmed. Kids with problems relating the good or bad things, that changed their impressions of a mental veteran, with head in the clouds.
An older, retired, mature, educated, 420 connected grower, out of daily life of trading dollars for hours. Need a friend to help me change, grow and expand. Sex is common, not a sign needed to be lifetime friend. Maybe next step in time, with the meeting of souls in mind first, hands out to help put pieces together, to create new waves in friendship.
Have issues, have drama, have time and space to turn the pages to better dazes. Just sad and blue that it has taken so long. Not into casual sex, sex is a relevant to lifetime friends, no heart in sex with strangers anymore. Need a dream, need a reason, to expand to trips in the sack. So sad to find friends, that just want a free or fast fuck. Dogs in heat, fools and freaks, stories of the responses I have had.
New word for today: scripturient. Passion for writing. I write my journals online, of the bumps in the road, friends with snake faces, people in their animal faces. Things to grow and expand, crazy for a fee, more money on table to take. Mistakes in the military, updates to write for more cash. Cash for me, cash for my kids, cash for school, and cash for a new life, quests today.
Work everyday to write fairy tales, my life today, gifts in words used, to share. Same stories with new life. Have lots of roadblocks with friends and their excuses for spots in faces of real friends. They turn into frogs, and hop back to seas of more frogs, army are frogs in groups, more frogs rather then fish to keep. My standpoint now, time to fish with cages for prime catches. Time on sands of time, prefer the beach lovers on the water, closer than I am.
Sorry for the long tip on life with an earth angel, young at heart, fit and funny at times. First response to older and retired, educated, mature man. Not sure if over the top, and last notes to share. So many dreams in action, so many bumps in the road, so many frogs to dodge today. Could use a friend or two to stay on track, just hard to find, in the fruits and nuts looking for free sex, to end their dazes of fun and games. That's it, time to update my tips and tales online in pen names, to hide from snakes that want to hurt or harm me. Views written of history of lasting impressions of snakes and frogs, passing on crossroad. Trips to hell with hell hounds over for a lifetime.
Simple life of birds and bees, rebirths on the drop of a dime, hopes alive. Fires burning for birds to be born out of the fires for new life. Changes daily to the best life possible in the lights of day, free as a bird to fly away to better dazes. My life in a nutshell. In black and white, shades of wits with wisdom learned over time and space, notes to journal, and share.
Glory dazes around the globe. Joys and pleasures dancing and singing in the rain. Earth angels, fairies, pixies, dogwood butterflies in dogwood trees. Joys and pains of lessons. Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few.
Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different.
Time of our lives, the best is yet to come, castles in the sky, things to work for, happy days again. Happy for the joys and pains, thanks for the help for the angels, goodness and mercy, here all the time, makes my dazes so much better. On a quest to better, on a mission to right the frogs, back to get on the ships of dreams. Happy notes, thanks and praises, for another day alive. Happy to share the time and the space, classes in the woods, classes on the beach, fires of hopes burning bright. Pictures and views in other worlds, hopes and dreams for more and better, trips to the moon, trips to heaven and back. In my father's house, castles in the sky, we all have one, the different to note from mansions.
Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart. Have so much more work to do, walking the tracks, boots for the show of force. Whips and chains on the side, dicks and dawgs barking hard, to get there and get things done, boots made for walking over the slow and the simple, glory days again.
Glory dazes around the globe. Joys and pleasures dancing and singing in the rain. Earth angels, fairies, pixies, dogwood butterflies in dogwood trees. Joys and pains of lessons. Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few.
Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different.
Time of our lives, the best is yet to come, castles in the sky, things to work for, happy days again. Happy for the joys and pains, thanks for the help for the angels, goodness and mercy, here all the time, makes my dazes so much better. On a quest to better, on a mission to right the frogs, back to get on the ships of dreams. Happy notes, thanks and praises, for another day alive. Happy to share the time and the space, classes in the woods, classes on the beach, fires of hopes burning bright. Pictures and views in other worlds, hopes and dreams for more and better, trips to the moon, trips to heaven and back. In my father's house, castles in the sky, we all have one, the different to note from mansions.
Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart. Have so much more work to do, walking the tracks, boots for the show of force. Whips and chains on the side, dicks and dawgs barking hard, to get there and get things done, boots made for walking over the slow and the simple, glory days again.
