The lamb from police
ran came back to Mary (like the nursery song, "Mary had a little lamb")
They were both happy!
The lamb from police
ran came back to Mary (like the nursery song, "Mary had a little lamb")
They were both happy!
The Lamb from police
Ate away all the sweet grass,
In the calm meadows.
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." --*Helen Keller*
In the calm meadows
Murder, every day is done
On one by the other
on one by the otherOriginally Posted by Bluemauvey
until sin's forebodement's come
havoc unsets peace
My hide hides the heart inside
Havoc unsets peace,
That fragmentary concept,
Shaking like jelly
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Shaking like jelly—
Nerves can raise more havoc than a
Madman with chainsaw
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Madman with chainsaw
Wants to meet like minded girl
For cosy nights in
For cosy nights in
Light the fire, sit back, relax;
Soft flames mesmerize.
Isn't cosy spelled with a z? like cozy?
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Soft flames mesmerize,
easily flashing eyes of
a nighmare childhood.
A nightmare childhood
still holds each ticking moment
a vision shattered
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
a vision shattered,
because chucky might be in
the closet waiting
'The closet waiting'
The autobiography
Of Graham Le Saux
Of Graham Le Saux...
whom I've never heard of in
my short, stunted, life.
my short, stunted life,
crashed on rocks nearing demise,
until angels cry
My hide hides the heart inside
Until angels cry
I suppose I will just have
To make someone else
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