Mothers strings

The vine that spans the time keeps us together as it always has.Bent and crooked pliable and strong, a living rope that gave us hope.Hanging down from where I'm not quite sure, but for sure it kept hangin' on.Mother nature touched me by the brook where I met that vine, it was so long ago ,there has since past so much time.It hung from the maple tree when in winter the sap would freeze and give sweet free popsicles,thou they were just a tease.I swung on that vine across Frenchs' brook,it was a silly fun ,chance that I took.But the vine did break it let me down,and mother nature smiling at my young child frown.I remember that vine,it lasted quite a long time.Weeks of fun,hours at a time,for back then it was something you could rely.Goodnight so long goodbye!

Mystic

Whisper my future in my left ear.Speak ever slowly ,be truthful I am not fearful, make the the visions to me clear.You have the power to predict the minute and the hour when we shall join hands.You to can break the glass that contains the sand,you the soothsayer woman,me the curious truth seeking man.It is time to share your insight with one who is forthright,I too feel it somehow, please take my hand,the future is now.

Everyday

Happy Friday,Ill live it my way.Calm and slow the only way I know.

Texty thang

She was a texter from texas,she drove a big old caddy not a pussy ass lexus .She arranged a meeting with with a man she'd been seeing,she thought she had loved him with all of her being but guess what,she was wrong.This became a mistake suddenly it all seemed too fake ,he had texted her most every day, whether or not he had something to say.As it turns out those sweet nothings were nothing.He mass mailed them to every woman he knew ,suddenly she was through.Through with the satisfaction she thought she had attained.Through with the attention she daily deserved.She seldom complained,she was much to reserved,yet once again life threw her a curve.She then pulled out a gun and just for fun, she shot at his head as he lay in the bed.She missed ,though shes not sure why,it was an easy solution to ending this lie.He jumped out of the bed,and without a word he flipped her the bird put on his jeans and then quickly fled.She laughed a little then she cried, still wondering why she had ever believed anything that he had said...She was a texter from Texas.

Murphie

I sit ,I stare, I drink another down ,I mostly look around, I embrace this lonely sport I have so long ago found.Sometime I talk, sometimes I smile,sometimes I do nothing but drink all the while.Maybe it aint the best life but it seems to suit my style.Yes I'll have another ,I pretend I'm waiting for something new ,perhaps a discreet lover.Thank you, keep the change,they seem to treat me better, it doesn't seem to strange.Rearrange the ashtray, give a fresh glass, I'll just push the old ones away.Light up a smoke,take a sip, hope I don't choke.Pass the time ,watch the mimes theres seems so little left to say.See the band they sound grand ,hold on to the bar to help steady my steady hand,rise to my feet give the girl a wink then gracefully stagger away...

Liar

I too am a victim of evolution it silly how I fain confusion Searching for answers that I only deny knowing.

Two four letter words

A glutton for passion, a fanatic of fashion, a seeker of thoughts the reminder of what others may have forgot. Desperate for desperate sake .Her wake disturbs me,ever so slightly her words too often delights me,almost, nearly not quite excites me.She does not perturb me but to be honest I have not given her a fair chance.The interest resumes the thoughts I consume my curiosity I adorn as a costume.Awaiting her writing to resume.Give me another hint,write it down post it here share another secret,I love it I like it...

real

I've come to the conclusion that love is evolution not revolution

smoke

I sense a scent of fear,when we are near.Seldom would I notice,its just I seem to care.thou its ever so slight,it somehow seems right.A bit of caution a thought of doubt,if I really am a genie you'd do well conjure a scheme to let this one out.I'll grant your wishes,I'll clean your dishes I'll make you a little less suspicious in this world that can seem so often vicious.Go on ,ease it down, invite me in ,let me walk around, in your world, let your secrets unfurl,catch that breeze ,fill my soul and put we at ease.If you please,I shall please.

Well its another new year a little hope a little fear maybe some skepticism maybe less care.What the hell I'll give it a go it may prove interesting one may never know.