There Is

There is this concern of stars hovering, ober, our heads… Heady stuff, what awaits above! methodologies, of those southern less-than-gentel-men who muck about so much upon our lives… exist, or exit; what other choices are there? we, US, you and I; choose our individual ways and, we head-butt those forces which block our views crushing facial bones and driving noses back into that soft flesh… I, digress; life and living what are these? drams and grams, synonyms and antonyms or anagrams? across all of earth’s lines drawn in that soft sweet sand… Worst or best, north, south, east, and west because, we can walk, and talk, and seek rapport and commune with all… Adrift in these winds of changing times and action’s schism’ the worst is what we choose the best; is what God has decided for the all of US and his orders? Do end all evil doers who are hiding behind that veiled terrain which is in full view… We, in darkness; they, in darkness way down there you all know what I am talking about those without the light and will of the big guy must be used; like they have used the all of you off with their heads! deeper in to that pit do shove them, butt do remember to forgive them fore, they know not what they do and further, to these current ways of living… How, does that adage glow? It is, better to give than to receive or, to the effect so please he who will affect your afterlife’ comfort… Imagine one, or the other way to spend eternity and in your current reality; surreal insecurity or sweetness’ purity at any time, coming to your communities… YOUR CHOICE!