So my minds eye has transfixed itself upon what it perceives must be a lie.

Can my dreams have come true, was it really you. You who took me into your heart’s and let me give my mine. Yes, it was. And I will think of it

Think of it often and fondly. For when we say goodbye I feel as though a little part of me has died. And I watch you cry for me, as I walk off into that days perfect purple pink red sun set. I tell you to dry your eyes, and bring back that sunshine smile.

For we only part so that we may meet again someday, and until that day know that you all live in my mind and my heart, and though in August we must part it is only so that I came find you all again. I thank you for three years of your hearts.   

let go

imagine. . . running at the speed of life and then suddenly and spontaneously

the ground on which you stand, turns to sand, and then slides away.

leaving you dangling from the sandy slippery straight edge of a cliff.

HOLLY SHIT! your hanging by your fingernails off of a seven point five kajillion foot high cliff of doom!

a voice inside your mind says. . . . just let go

but you say NO NO. I can’t, I won’t! This way, this day they all mean so much to me. . .

It has to stay. . . . this way. let go, just let go.
What if I do, will I fall for and eternity. . . or perhaps I would crash into the side of this doom cliff and go spinning into the foggy unknown abyss that hangs below me.  

LET GO, JUST LET GO

WHAT IS THE WORST THAT CAN HAPPEN. . . . YOU COULD FALL INTO A WHOLE NEW YOU.

AND DESCOVER THE TRUE BEATY WITHING.  so just let go

That is when my filangies developed a mind of there own and I just let go. . . .

catch me if you dare. . . . . ?

Would that I could – I’d build a wall around her, to protect her from the crashing waves of destruction the world sends her way.

Those waves come in unpredictable, uncontrollable, undesirable sets of great seemingly

insurmountable swells.

The water of the world seems black sometimes, and that black water is rushing towards her. There she sits, defenseless, against the waves of the cruel cold world.

And I can’t slow my mind down,

It is racing, and I’m pacing back and forth. . . . but nothing comes.

No saving grace, no great feat of imagination to save her, NO WORDS. . . .

FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I HAVE RUN OUT OF WORDS.

all because my mind won’t slow down and let me think. . . .

SHE’LL DROWN, SHE’LL DROWN. . . . . don’t let her drown in the cruel cold water of the world, but still the lights won’t come on in the attic of my brain, and every thing seems as though it is all in vein. and I still have no words. . . . .

patient little ones. . . . .

good things come to those who wait. . .

and wait you must, for this up and coming work will be like no other you have seen.

so wait and anticipate . . .

The Coming of OZE

Today I had everything drained out from me.

 My hate, envy, lust, and old ideas of what I knew. . .

   Knowing, it all escaped through a 1/3^rd inch plastic straw

    Carelessly attached to the cold steel of reality, and thrust deep within my

      Inner lining.

Everything drained away, I was left feeling somewhat empty

 But not the conventional sole less empty. . .

  No! I was empty of everything bad, or negative that had happened. . . cleansed

   If you ask me we are all in need of a cleansing occasionally.

    If only I could empty myself into someone else, rather than

     The sole less plastic sac at the end of that 1/3^rd inch straw.

        Today I had a completely random epiphany.

         Which chose its carrier to be no drug, not great moral leader, no . . .

           No my revelation came while I was being drained out through my right arm

            Into a one pint, sole less, plastic sac. . . .