To the seasons of life
So,
Calling calling calling to you.
Rhythm that syncs to foot and bowed head.
Why must I cry over lost thoughts of our bliss.
How did time interview and make a cloud of your smile.
From a glenn of grenn with purple trim oh so grim.
GONE IS THE CHANCE TO REFRESH MY BEAU.
NOT EVEN FROM THAT IMPS BENT BOW.
So I am struck with the thought that it is rot.
Never again to have such luck as to be in sync with you in thought.
K.
The rain it is no pain why stop to explain?
The rate that you pay is not worth the stay.
To lose the peace of your good intent.
To not invent drama or prose that will impose.
Your self to more than to adore, time and space.
You make for all that you care without fare, relax!
My mood is mine, with it I stood. Always a stance not by chance. Instead, my mix I keep with a prude, lest not to be rude. It instead rings loud, but enjoy I do and never duck it's view. KDG
1 live birth + 2 nurture and nature, at 1000 to the 10th power thoughts,decisions, and stored Hope. Minus outcomes and inputs divided by failure times success to the square route of 2 times acceptance. Equals the irrational integer of who you say you are when you're not intimidated. Minus delusion not considered with conclusion. So who are you, a happy wandering scribe writing to yourself, a serious driver of commerce or maybe a perfect fool? Drive on the right side of the road of life and say your go and do your say and keep your joy to your house and that is who you is. KDG
The reason for the season is near.
That friend with ski gear…
The mother with a no sneer…
Or you my dear, to be so clear!
That we hold you all in our mirror.
As our force of life.
That which will last to our last.
Together and sincere a blast of fresh air.
Now and in the calendar again.
From which we will never refrain!
KDG
Thursday, December 19, 2019, 12:18 PM
The pale din of dawn calling, calling, calling wake little flowers, wake you grasses, wake forest, come to life and consume. Then I looked full in the face, I'm the dear little plants. Never full, never full, never full, never, never full as they drank the morning dew.
We…
The rays of light did cascade about the green controlling, driven to the air, I please. Pleased by dioxide that I gave without thought or repose. Then with claim, I, did propose to hold my breath. I'm just concerned at the beauty of the garden prey, they insulted me by thinking poor of my creature self. Not near, so beauty as their garden roe! As I held my breath I did see the fade of sweet still bright. Dark did develop about petal, I poi. I had them where I should know fade, deserve wood, come. The insult claimed, aits just results... But wait the darkened face is not on them, it's on me. That upstart plant projected its guilt and shame to me. With a puff of stuff, I'll let go of my breath, to feed the creature its oxide brew. Clear the air, and cancel the fate of their wretched beauty. Carbon is theirs for their take. The projection, it's no longer to make my soul to ache. It belongs to their snide beauty, for to hide.
KDG
Born Timo Tolkki, musican.
Hey Merit what do you say?
Kevin Griffiths
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