Chapter Thirty five - Twa

Sickening

A sickening in the air, putrid, I don't care, I swear you sicken me with your sick thinking and being you in this way. All day, all night you fight, fight, fight. Bickering back and forth, twisting and turning, a burning in me, I just want to flow, with a glow and row the pink boat, with lovely lady in a pretty red dress. Sickening  O sickening in the air, I swear, I swear. Sickening, hearing the blazes of whispering, snickering, while I'm pool sticking a good ol time. Its sickening I swear, I swear your sickening me threw and threw, with all your thinking in my brains it makes blue, insane with all your sickening sickness, your stealing my bliss.  I just want to flow with a glow and row the pink boat, with lovely lady in a pretty red dress. 

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Pink butterfly winking at me. Smiling while rowing away on a spring day. Hearing the snickering, whispers, further and further fading away. O my we going to have a good day away from wicker way and thoughts that prey...

Just pose O 

Twa

1991 we are having some fun,

1992 fun in the sun with you,

1993 was the end to begin for me

1994 lost hopes and horror,

 opens and closes the red door.

1995 we are alive,

 ready to thrive on freedoms wheel.

1996 the devil and his tricks,

 getting a fix, wet with sex and furry fluff

1997 Opens the well to heavens 

golden silvery lane of smiling faces

1998 the heavenly gate opens 

to mind and heart ready to depart

1999 almost time, 

then got turned around and burned again.

Silvery Star

Way up high, In the morning sky, Yearning with a burning desire, a fire burning higher, lighting the night bright. A sweet delight, full of might shining brighter then the rest, I hope for the best and wish upon a morning star. 

Cast down your light, fill me with passion of desire holding this torch ever higher. Let my light be seen. A way a candle burning away, turning dark into day. A path to follow 72 direction which way to go where to be is it in me. Lost in the shadows of light under the plight of a fight not mine. 

Foe taye wiima

O my wiima, so sweet on ya,

 a delight to the sight of mine.

O my wiima A sparkle in a fine wine,

 sends a tingle up thy spine. 

O my wiima sweet sun shine,

 the light O mine. 

O my wiima  with a hasten for tasten

 the raisin, shriveled up dry.

Old Goat

Sold the gold, of the old goat running a muck, he come running in a truck and with luck he'll run over me. Holding a note on a bloody thumb print, digitized and copied doubled over and stamped with a burning 666. Ass swollen with a golden seal. What a fucked up deal.  My soul they steal. I am turning the wheel with flaming sword in hand braking chains and cutting hands, bloody in ashes. Cursing the worst in, for heavens sake, I am going to hell. Going down to ring the bell, 7 times and 7 more, over 7 again I adore . Striking loud and hard, clean and clear, gate keepers awaken. With a shining and the right timing,  legions rise bringing holy hell to the skies. Man witness with surprise in their eyes, they fall heart broken in believing. Doors open at four , by sun rise they relies 2/3 the worlds no more. I stand in command 72000 over 36 billion, awaiting my time to rise. In new times left behind, when the world comes to order, ever so greenly. I stand for world peace and love the world over. 

Crunchy grumpy crusty fuzzy critter 

Mr critter crispy crisper crisping crunching grumpy fuzzy gutter of a putter spiking off the tea. Hit a ball for me. Hit the bitter with a  little sweet. 

Ding Dong

Ding dong she fell in a well dumb bitch 

by L.D.M.

In memory of dad 2

A world with out me

Tired and lost hoping for darkness out of loss in loosing you. Gone in times forgotten wishing I was with you. O beauty, sweet and tending A world with out me.

Summer breezes in flowering meadows birds singing to please us, walking hand in hand in binding spirit, threw the lands and over the hills threw morning dew at our heels.

My pleasing heart sings in delight of your smile at night. Looking into your eyes bright. Deep into the sea of your soul, just you and me, holding; never letting go. Arms wound tight in embrace, hearts at race undoing lace. 

A fate we face knowing we are in the right place, blessed by grace like a flower in a vase. Your sweet kisses and embrace warm to touch and taste. Lips pink and full; luscious, glossy and wet. Hair so fair the color of autumn a goddess of beauty in spring blossom. 

There she lay

There she lay, all straight legged in the grave,

 Her fingernails torn away, to get at the light of day, 

lost in the deep, forever in sleep.

  

Heaven bound

I'll take you to heaven and cruel your toes,

Make you scratch and grabs sheets, all in moans.

My beautiful deep Val-vet red Rose