cfard

When he fell into the well where dwell that sleeper a keeper, of the deeper inner he... it smelled like another spell spinnin' tales it tell, that self is the enemy encased within in this theater called 'he mockery...' dispellin' the swellin' of adoration's fickle stare.. n' when they toot their poop from blowhorns he don't care to digest or distort the sight's glare when inhalin' of another's air... yet he's  totally content to let it's matter disperse n'  splatter thru- -out the atomosphere...

I saw The most beautiful flower today It reminded me of you, so moved that I was I inhaled the fragrance, and kissed away the dew I heard Sounds of a medley wistfully passing by I swear it  was  the music of angels that caused tears to shed my eye I think Many times about where my life would be Had  I a notion , you'd be the one to spent a life with me Feeling emotions well up..yet  the mind  won't set them free It takes Many turns these conflicting desires, as  battles wage on Another lesson in the game of life yet to be taught before mine is all but gone.. The gift I understand so clearly now is how this love came together