In the frozen grip of winter's chaperone,
Cinderella gets walzted in like a dirty faced hussy.
As light and darkness stand side by side
in a battle for her supremacy.
Godmother has the ground vermin rousted up
from their hidden abodes.
Busy fashioning her apparels and pearly things.
But kissing in their modes.
Dreams that have lied dormant promise the moon,
meets with sunbeams fresh advances, with golden threads of dress-up in swoon.
New pickup lines and peer reviews
to peak at her pinnacle lines.
Fresh new light clings to the hem of misty morn,
sown at her delicate feat, like diadems.
Promised in consecrated dew-drops newly born.
The fowl caress the air in synchronized swim,
in salvos of savoir faire,
bannering rehearsal,
the reversal of Death's Nadir.
Much work to do in presenting.
Gonna have a good show.
Godmother tends to her proper dress.
Tries to tone down her exude of amoress.
Winter looks tacitly, concerned-
from the cold distance,
but is lit up by the way Spring looks back
in her gratitudes,
when she turns,
bows and curtseys at her complicit,
Majesty.
An evil kangaroo poacher from Perth
Rousted rare 'roos for all they were worth.
But, one day as he wrangled,
In his noose he got tangled,
Now of kangaroo poachers from Perth there's a dearth.
rousted from remnants of rest
pain paralyzing
percolating
eye strung up hoping to die
5am cry, not even know why
see, what must one even see
that they don't already know
contours of a delicate face
resound amid such elegant grace
confirming what is felt and flashed
inside the glorious mind
beauty beheld beneath edges of time
fingertips flush on the outlines of life
where bosoms rise then glide
in the warmth of a strike
from those lips to these
no vision, one ever does need
the whistle of the chariot awaits
legs wrapped hope once blind
we dig and we find
endorphins exploding, exploring
avenues not even tried
on my ride home
from work i
witnessed
a crime
for sure
ly so
many
crows
were
flocking to
the city to
protest
what
was
to
be
a
banging
of bells and a
whistling of whistles
to keep them from roosting
and pooping on people though
a stupid solution hatched to keep
them from coming but now in numbers
they refuse to
be hassled or
rousted by the
man and his
unfortunate
understand
ingly less
then real
ity but
morbid
ity of
the word
human
kind
in no
way
to say
they are
kind but in their mind for now
they have consecrated these
crows to become a murder
I don't understand why god doesn't love me;
For I truly believed until I was about 10 and I was mess with and this person told me god wanted him to do this;
This sent me to question my god and why this person was older and I wasn't sure why god let this happen to me?
Older people were suppose to take care of the younger ones but I believed in god and I believed he would protect me but why did he let this happen to me?
But I realized my god didn't care he was to busy with his own life. I tried to tell my mom but she says she didn't hear me so I don't believe her but this is the pass. I have a hard time believing in god today I think he has turned his back on the whole world and is about as concerned as when the first time he was rousted up from his slumber to deal with the Israelites I think he is bored with us all and just to many prayers to answer.
I checked two
Food stores
The COUNTRY MARKET
And
YOUR HEALTH store
For the same
Rousted beef pack
The YOUR HEALTH store
Added $2
Over the
COUNTRY MARKET
Price.