I walked into the night under the light of the moon
The wind made silver waves in the grass
Across the meadow sat the scrimchandress
Whittling by the light of the moon
Her hair waving in rhythm- filling the sky
Her dress a billowing cloud
As lithe and pale as the shavings that fell
From next to her came a growl
Then the pant of a smile
From the cade she had saved
Her constant companion in life
No word was spoken to disturb the rhythmic carving
I stood for an hour watching sleeping ducks down the hill
Battling the wind on the pond
Once upon a time there was a particularly snarly frog named Jade.
She was fond of juices, especially fruity ones like pink lemonade.
Her brother was annoying, she kind of wanted to make a trade.
He called her names. The most annoying was Trixie Marmalade.
She met a man who was from the deepest everglade.
He was stoic and straight, and had an attitude staid.
She met him under a dripping tree that gave much shade.
He took her brother Cade to him, and she quickly paid.
Her father asked her where is your little brother Cade?
He needed him to help him in a swamp, they would have to wade.
Jade was horrified, and lied through her teeth, a total evade.
But she was found out, thanks to a busybody who was the downstairs maid.
The father rescued Cade that day from that evil frog, Jade.
Jade got her comeuppance and was put away in the dark shade.
I have to say I was smug and decided to stay where I used to wade.
For I am Cade, her brother who can now bray he is drinking all the lemonade.
Closed to me seven so cute bottles
Each one of them is a quarter of a Tola,
Each one is beautifully covered by smooth tulle
Musk, rose, ambergris, camphor, basil, mint, and Cade fragrant
From dark brown to light white, pure water color, core aroma in scents
Who is who!?
Chance
Tola is an Indian unit of weight; the standard Tola is equal to 180 grains or 11.664 grams. Cade tree (Pandanus tectorius).
O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.
Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.
Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare;
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde e?ti?
Caut...ceva; nu ?tiu ce caut,
dar înca simt. Îi simt
?i pe Ei ?i pe ceilal?i.
Sufletele devin argin?i
pentru zamislirea unei noi lumi.
Con?tiin?a mi-e amor?ita. S-a ales.
Memoria moare trecând,
iar spiritul transcende.
Acum binele ?i raul sunt doar una...
o târguiala repetata.
Ce urmeaza?
Trâmbi?ele furate imi rasfrâng
gândurile deja înghe?ate.
Unde ai disparut?
Not wanting to waste my life,
I've learned to cut my seconds in half.
When I explained this to a friend
all he could do was laugh.
Every second that you waste,
gives your future self a second you wish to have back.
By wasting away all those moments,
you can get your life so far off track.
So I split my seconds in half
thinking every thought that can be found.
Now years ahead I think in the future,
amazed by the slow process all around.
Do not be fooled by the great façade
that has been cast before your eyes.
Look further into the future,
to see your surrounded by nothing but lies.
Thoughts that are mentally implanted,
within the sub consciousness of your minds.
Though you rarely ever notice them,
everywhere you look they are easy to find.
This world is just a point in time
to which you may never return.
We all have a purpose in life,
and that purpose is what we should learn.
Danny Boy: 11-27-13
You could’ve talked to me
You could’ve said anything.
You could’ve whispered.
You could stand outside yourself
and yell down the barrel of my gun,
and I wouldn’t blink.
You can sing your favorite
song over and over,
or receipt your favorite movie quote.
You could make gurgling noises with your
throat.
You could’ve leaned on me,
when your knees were buckled
and your sleep was distant.
You could’ve breathed on me,
when you were feeling behind
and no one looked you in your eyes.
You could’ve talked to me,
when your whispers were sobs,
and no one seemed to care.
I would’ve,
I could’ve,
I should’ve been there.
3-3-5-7-7-1
Christmas shop..Till you drop..
Every which way but loose..
For some rawhide, Wishbone fried..
Gil Favor big on flavor..
Some!
Jo se Wells…Eastwood Tales..
As I knew he would..
Clint Eastwood, did very good..
Being so well on his…way..
Act!
Cattle drive…Eastwood drove..
From Rawhide he came..
Droving them doggies rolling..
Improving his western…game..
Bang!
Lee Van Cleef…Just beneath..
The Clint Eastwood leaf..
Did some neat trick in Clint’s flicks..
For just a few dollars…more..
Sing!
Spaghetti…Confetti..
Italian a..
A very long shot movies we got..
Producers had little hope..
Yang!
But did soap…they did rope..
Block busted some dopes..
Mean machine like Steve McQueen..
One Eastwood movie with Sheen..
Yen!
One big star…Clint you're made..
Riding in your cade..
Now it is you who controls..
Fans seek your movies in…rows..
End!
11-3 09 johnmosesfreeman