"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut lawn left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
that was beautifull
your avatar too!! I love to "see" you here
thank you always Dan
that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
that was beautifull
your avatar too!! I love to "see" you here
thank you always Dan
Hail a Home
I have no site to see.
Gaze out above my plain, no.
Ground under the earthen plateau, yes.
With pebbles in the clefts of my ears.
Do they focus sound?
Since I'm liberated, it doesn't hurt so much.
Co-dependent on my neighbor's shopping cart of moral redundancy.
Death seems to call, "go away!"
When I focus sound, never cease.
Missing shoelace might increase the tug.
Across the midwest you will steal for me.
The keen, fastly sleeping dominaut, gone to naught.
In creasing paper output to coals.
There is warmth under the grind.
Not far behind scowling appears common.
We're not needy; we have needs.
Columns of traffic hum are a restful steed.
In mine are the staves of culture, the missing, the plain.
Hail a Home
I have no site to see.
Gaze out above my plain, no.
Ground under the earthen plateau, yes.
With pebbles in the clefts of my ears.
Do they focus sound?
Since I'm liberated, it doesn't hurt so much.
Co-dependent on my neighbor's shopping cart of moral redundancy.
Death seems to call, "go away!"
When I focus sound, never cease.
Missing shoelace might increase the tug.
Across the midwest you will steal for me.
The keen, fastly sleeping dominaut, gone to naught.
In creasing paper output to coals.
There is warmth under the grind.
Not far behind scowling appears common.
We're not needy; we have needs.
Columns of traffic hum are a restful steed.
In mine are the staves of culture, the missing, the plain.
last evening one of my neighbor's left their apt. keys in their mail box. so i left a note on his door and held on to them. this morning when he knocked on the door to pick them up... his genuine graditute that i had found them (rather than some shady person with ill intent) made my day
last evening one of my neighbor's left their apt. keys in their mail box. so i left a note on his door and held on to them. this morning when he knocked on the door to pick them up... his genuine graditute that i had found them (rather than some shady person with ill intent) made my day
He knew he was lucky you were the person who found them!
Some happiness, chapter two
this ditty's for me, this ditty's for you
feel too warm to get cold
feel too young to be old
what if we were all
like molecules, so small?
bouncing, bobbing, crashing the wall
could we be happier do you think?
and if we get thirsty, can't we just drink?
I thought I'd leave you all with some happy words because I'll be away from the computer for a few days!
happy mothers day to all my milf friends on the boards! i hope your children give you all the love and respect mom's deserve! and i hope all the husbands out there shower you all with great presants to show how much your loved and appriciated!.....and breakfast in bed and a foot-rub ...mom's rock!
happy mothers day to all my milf friends on the boards! i hope your children give you all the love and respect mom's deserve! and i hope all the husbands out there shower you all with great presants to show how much your loved and appriciated!.....and breakfast in bed and a foot-rub ...mom's rock!
well.. theres no husband and the person who dares to touch my feet truly is out of his mind BUT...
... i got a brand new camera this morning.
so fucking chuffed. and such a surprise after mine died friday. thank you jenny, mia, sam & zoe.
if you know me then you understand. if not then......
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
happy mothers day to all my milf friends on the boards! i hope your children give you all the love and respect mom's deserve! and i hope all the husbands out there shower you all with great presants to show how much your loved and appriciated!.....and breakfast in bed and a foot-rub ...mom's rock!
well.. theres no husband and the person who dares to touch my feet truly is out of his mind BUT...
... i got a brand new camera this morning.
so fucking chuffed. and such a surprise after mine died friday. thank you jenny, mia, sam & zoe.
if you know me then you understand. if not then......
sounds like alittle love and respect from ye old offspring hope you had a great milf day peace...dan
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I'm so happy for you !!!!!!!!!!!
overwhelming,
remember that it comes
one moment at a time.
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
From my observation, this is true most of the time.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut lawn left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
thank you always Dan
I'm going to be looking like a librarian in glasses for the next week or so. :? :oops: .
I have no site to see.
Gaze out above my plain, no.
Ground under the earthen plateau, yes.
With pebbles in the clefts of my ears.
Do they focus sound?
Since I'm liberated, it doesn't hurt so much.
Co-dependent on my neighbor's shopping cart of moral redundancy.
Death seems to call, "go away!"
When I focus sound, never cease.
Missing shoelace might increase the tug.
Across the midwest you will steal for me.
The keen, fastly sleeping dominaut, gone to naught.
In creasing paper output to coals.
There is warmth under the grind.
Not far behind scowling appears common.
We're not needy; we have needs.
Columns of traffic hum are a restful steed.
In mine are the staves of culture, the missing, the plain.
I have nothing,
everything is everywhere
for me.
For me,
emptiness is all a thought,
an unopened door.
No doorway do I find,
all windows are broken
yet solid as stone
to see through.
A mind surrounding a galaxy
opens eternity.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
clever
i like it a lot
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He knew he was lucky you were the person who found them!
If it changes your life, let it."
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
Whatever you are, be a good one --Lincoln
But, I'm glad I looked. I would have had a nasty surprise if I forgot to bring real shoes. I've been living in sandals and flip-flops for a while now.
this ditty's for me, this ditty's for you
feel too warm to get cold
feel too young to be old
what if we were all
like molecules, so small?
bouncing, bobbing, crashing the wall
could we be happier do you think?
and if we get thirsty, can't we just drink?
I thought I'd leave you all with some happy words because I'll be away from the computer for a few days!
Hope you have a fantastic time!!
well.. theres no husband and the person who dares to touch my feet truly is out of his mind BUT...
... i got a brand new camera this morning.
so fucking chuffed. and such a surprise after mine died friday. thank you jenny, mia, sam & zoe.
if you know me then you understand. if not then......
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
It's about who you can't live without."
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad