We have an individual that effected the circle. Things blaring in our existence. But the all power accepted it. Agree to take the entirety. As we walk through life. Never, do we know the consequences. But we wish to dream. Thinking we can governor the outcome. And she made it home.

Grandparents give us a heritage of one another, an extended family for sharing memories; that is the greatest legacy they can give. The farmland can be sold; stocks can crash with the market. Cousins to catch crawdads with, or help sell lemonade and bait, that is our richest heritage. Rubenesque woman seeks debonair man to dine with. Wine with, spend quality time with. Answer this ad immediately as I may soon be moving on.

Reaching the parts of your mind that other blogs merely make a feint at. We talked for a thousand years. Through drizzle dark and dreary. We came to a city in chaos. That teemed with men in black. And a wind that bit hard. We dreamt of midnight summer. To the halls of exchange.

A poet at heart A lover of life An iconoclast with nihilistic tendencies My politics is friendship My philosophy is happiness. Sunday, November 3, 2013. Every Flower Is The Rose. Lovers jump into bed without thinking. A cup that was spilling over still wanted more. We all talk to ourselves. Those we call mad just talk a little louder. The difference between an ocean and a desert is Time.