hello everyone!! we are gonna have some magical fun!
Tell me stories to dream about
Ones with endings.. to smile about
Speak a magical place you use to
Go as children.. still do
Where Christmas and birthdays
Come all year
Halloween candy only no fear
Love in all of us
Even the wolf cares for red+the pig’s
This is my story…
And my magical wish
THEEE ENDS
She told me stories of glitter and gold
Of times of when fairies would unfold
They would dance in the attic on moon lit nights
In a delightful way they would take flight
I loved the way that she would sing
And cherish every memory that brings
Yes we have no bananas today
She would sing to us as we played
I can’t do a thing with my hair it’s a fright
Was another song she would sing so bright
These songs came with stories from her time
And I now have feelings so sublime
Remembering the greatest storyteller of all
Dancing with her down the hall
Maybe I do need a grandbaby girl
So I can share with her my grandmothers world…..
Sometimes the story is the moment we realize the story has ended. When we reach the last page and are found wanting.
After an almost ten year absence I return home to find everyone I knew has moved on or died. The familiar place torn up to progress. So…the 29th I once again drive 3000 miles to Oregon to overtake my heart.
At times in the quiet night,
Where slumber had bound me,
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me:
The smiles, and tears
Of boyhood’s years,
Of words of love once spoken
The eyes that shone,
Eyes Now dimmed and gone,
Times my hearts been broken
Remembered, in the quiet night,
Where slumber just had bound me,
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me
When I remember all
The friends, once linked together,
I’ve seen around me fall
Like leaves in Autumns weather,
I feel like one
Who walks alone
Familiar places deserted,
Whose lights have fled,
Whose flowers are dead,
All but the dead and departed!
Here, in the quiet night,
Where slumber had bound me
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me
We grew out of the scary stories of Halloween
Started watching horror flicks instead
Then we became devious on Halloween Jokes
We knew where Mr.Ek lived the mean Vice Principle
I was the decoy for I always had a few brothers in tow
And also my Dad being a cop in our town
He would greet me behind his tree
For that is where he hid
Bribing my brothers with candy
I would tell them to stay put
I would back track my steps
so Mr.Ek would not see what was going to happen
The tough kids walked by the tree and we could see
He asked to show their hands
which was empty of course
I came from behind and took the few rolls of toilet paper
How pretty his back tree looked painted in rolls of toilet paper
Never got caught because he made people show their hands
while passing through.
I would retrack my steps and go by his house still hiding by his tree
The next day he came to school and was burning flames of fire
and he had no proof he even ask me questions
I would say darn if I know..I had 6 brothers in tow!
One upon on time I said
Tumbling down the dark days
Where my half drained bottle led
Back in the shadowed blacks and greys
In half remembered words
Slurred by a much younger me
Lies that took to the wing like birds
Back in the long ago I set them all free
I will make my mark I once said
and kick the world right in the ass
I will drink, dance, paint the town red
Wake up hung over, for Sunday’s first mass
Once upon a time I had all the days
Promises to keep and a road to follow
I Lost in drink and women with subtle ways
Now I’m old grey and tired and slightly hollow
The friends are dead from all the drugs and drink
The ladies are grandmothers with hidden tattoo’s
Young girls laugh as I stumble, mumble and wink
Once upon a time I said, but that was before the booze
Titled !!!
& Sooo It Came Tooo Pass !!!
Da Snake Finally Bit Meee In Myyy Ass !!!
& Sooo It Shalll Come Tooo Pass ~
That Everything That You Run From !!!
Shalll Return Tooo Burn & Comeback !!!
Tooo Bite You Right In Ur Ass !!!
For Example… III Ran From Tongue Speakin Churche’s
One Deeep Southern Baptist One In Particular !!!
Because It Scared Meee !!! III Didnt Understand !!!
What They Weee’re Sayin ???
Or Who They Weee’re Truly Prayin Tooo !!!
Was It Da Devil ??? In Disquise !!!
Right Before Meee & Myyy Very Eyes !!!
Welll Da Tongue Twistin Didnt Run Meee Out Just Yet !!!
Alda Screamin & Yellin
Dancin Foamin Atda Mouth Inda Isles !!!
Stilll III Stood Myyy Ground !!!
Buttt When Dat Nut Decon Began Too Reachin
Intooo Da Big Box Atda Pulpit !!!
Wats Inda Box III Ask ???
& Pulled Out Satan Himself !!! Bigger Dan Life !!!
III Said Shit Its Time Tooo Quit !!!
As Myyy Visit Was Short Lived & Did Nigh Last !!!
Gave Meee Da Shivers Da Quivers & Slithers !!!
Tooo Myyy Very Core !!!
Lickity Split Quick Someone Get Meee AAA Stick !!!
AAA Looong Pole !!! III Neeed AAA Gun Or Knife !!!
This Place Isss Outta Control !!!
AAA Hoe Or Even AAA Damn Pitch Fork !!!
Dis Isss Nut Myyy Kinda Picture Show !!!
Hissin & Coaxin Meee Wit Forked Tongue ~
Tryin Tooo Beee Kissin Meee !!!
Myyy Lifes Come Undone !!!
Drawn Meee Intooo His Hex Vex Vortex !!!
Lickin Straight In Mine Eye !!!
Froze For AAA Moment In Time !!!
But Onda Inside III Died & You Could Seee Meee Cryin !!!
Watta Heck !!! Snap Out Of It Beck !!!
Which Waaay Shalll III Gooo ??? Where Can III Run !!! ???
Welll You Can Only Guess What Appen Nexted !!!
III Jumped Straight Up Outta Myyy Seat !!!
Said III’d Seeen Da Glory ~ Th_ Light !!! Praisin God !!!
An Open Isle AAA Crack InDa Door !!!
Where There InLyed Th_ Streeet !!!
Cleared Alll Dose Steps In One Fulll Unfailed Sweeep ~
III’m Nigh No More Ready !!! Tooo Bargain Or Tryin Ta Meeet !!!
Forget Defeat !!!
Times Are Upon Us… Cursin…Time Only Tooo Beat Feeet !!!
III’lll Find Myyy Waaay Back !!! Home On Myyy Own !!!
Just Let Meee Beee & Leave Meee Alone !!!
Seeen III AAA Mile Awaaay ~ Noy Turnin Back !!!
As III Smile Todayyy
Dat Snake Didnt Bite Meee In Myyy Tight Crack !!!
Buttt Seeems III Gots Lots Tooo Atone !!!
As Da World Done Gone Whack !!!
Welll III Told You Dis Diss Tooo Remind Meee & You Of This !!!
Weee Are Constantly Lettin More & More !!!
Non-English Speakin Peeeps & Foreign Waaays
Creeeps & Strays ~ Walk Right Thru Our Front Door !!!
III’m Right Back Where III Started Before ???
Scratch Scratch !!!
III Dont Understand Dem !!! This III Can Nigh Ignore !!!
As III Stand Myyy Ground…
Seeems III’m Da Only Citizen Dats Stilll Around !!!
But Lookin Ahead For Sum Distant Shore !!!
Waitin For Dat First Sign Of AAA Hiss Or AAA Kiss !!!
Or AAA Beast Of AAA Roar !!!
From Dat Guy Charmer Wit AAA Turbene…
Who Just Moved Next Door !!!
Weee Seen Something Amazingly Funny Or At Least III Tot Sooo !!!
Walkin Thru Wal-Mart !!!
AAA Guy Ina Turbene Lookin Quite Smart !!!
Wit AAA HARLEY BANDANA !!! Tied Over His Turbene !!!
Man Did Dis Guy Hav Heart ???
Isss Heee Americanized Now ??? Sum How !!!
Or Just AAA Big Fan Of Harleys ???
Myyy Real Questions This ???
Welll Watda Hellls Heee Hidin Under Dare Any Who ???
Isss AAA Gun Or AAA Bomb ??? Isss It His Worn Out Shoes ???
AAA Baaad Copy Of M.T.V ???
Dirty Underware Heee Forgot Tooo Wash ???
AAA Cake Tooo Bake !!! For His Daughter Birthday Of 2 ???
III Saaay Its AAA Snake !!! & You Know What I’lll Dooo !!!
Written & Bitten Byyy Da ;)Red Monkey ~
As Heee Watches You Thru & Tru !!!
Not Even Blinkin… His Eyes Are Stuck Like Glue !!!
Overseeen Byyy Da Bump ~
As Heee Hates Dem Slimy Snakes Tooo !!!
Agreeed Byyy g.T As Weee’ve Allll Seeen AAA Few !!!
Inaccordance Wit Dead Tree Art & Poetry ~
Inco-op wit AAA Pain Inda Ass Studios ~
Inaffiliations Wit Myyy (Ars) American Rebel Style ~
Alda While Wit Nooo Smile
Unless Ur Down Da Road !!! AAA Mile or Two !!!
In AAA thin greyline & Grey Matter Production ~
As No mo Introductions Dooo Weee Neeed !!!
Cept Mayyybe ??? Da
😉 Red Monkey ~ Agenda’s & Da Pet Peeeved Public
Wats Behind Da Red Door ~
Writin Inda Red Phone Diary’s ~ Forevermore !!!
This Bog Of AAA Blog Isss Meant For Fun !!!
If Weee Caan’t Laugh At Ourselves Sometimes… Wit Rhymes & Reason !!!
Den What Are Weee Here For ??? Tooo Simply Ignore ???
Den Life Wood Beee Treason !!! As Far As AAA Turbene ???
Welll III Wish Weee Alll Had One Or Threee ~
Tooo Hide Alll Our…Bad Words & Writs of Poetry ~
Tooo File Awaaay For Another Daaaay W/ Our Self Dignity’s ~
Sign Urs Truly Byyy Da 😉 Red Monkey ~
Ok Guy’s I am beat.. and in a good way.. hehheheh..
J.T. and I will be back in the morning to read yinns
You guys have been great tonight! Your poetry-ies
are-fab! I cannot wait to read them in the morning!
Bless you guys and Here is one book my kids did love
and my one son .. hehhe had to get use to it.. kinda
was scared of…
Hug’s and love J.T. and MM
Sweetest Of Stories and Magical Dreams
She speaks of her grandma as if she is the best story teller to recall
but what she doesn’t know is that she has surpassed them all
She speaks of the days when I was young
and enlightens my love of what is to come.
She speaks of the moments that have captivated her memory
and brings thought and conjecture to what most would just assume theory.
The stories usually start with “Andrew was here our there just hanging out…..”
and end with the lot of us in empty chairs falling about
It brings great joy to me when she delves into my past
and exits with a story that time has let recast.
We all try to fill the roles of the figures we live through
But one thing I know, “Lady Death” Cheryl, the greatest story teller is you.
This short story was written cooperatively by me, and my Garden
Once upon a time there was a happy garden out in the country. The garden was happy, because the old man, and the old lady who lived there with the happy garden, were very happy to tend to all the garden’s needs. They gave the garden water, fed the compost pile, and did careful pruning when needed. For these things the happy garden flourished, and gave the old man and the old lady more than plenty of food. The happy garden gave the old man and the old lady, beauty, and happiness. And this was not just for the old man & the old lady, it was also for all of the small creatures who lived nearby. It was a place where birds came just to sing, and this made the garden very happy indeed.
There was a little boy who came to live with the old man and the old lady every Summer. He was their grandson, and the rest of the year, he lived with his parents in the city. The little boy liked the city where he lived most of the time, because that was mostly what he knew, and because his parents lived there, and his parents were rather nice people. BUT, the little boy loved spending Summer with his grandparents out in the country. Here he could breathe clean air, and run about inventing games to play in the woods.
What the little boy never said, but what his grandparents knew, was that the little boy loved working in the happy garden, more than he liked to play. The little boy especially loved the fruit trees… and who wouldn’t?
There was one who was special to him, and this was an apple tree. It was beside this apple tree, (and sometimes up in its boughs), that the little boy went to read books. These books carried him away to far lands and places that only exist in Imagination. The apple tree enjoyed these stories very much, watching the images flicker across the little boy’s mind in the journeys one can only embark upon through books.
Back at home the little boy had some potted plants in his room over by the window. He took rather good care of them for all that he had learned from working in the happy garden in the country, and so most of the time, when the little boy was in school in the city, it was these potted plants who were his own happy garden.
Nothing lasts forever in this world, and one Winter the old man and the old lady finished their happy lives quietly in their sleep. The little boy and his nice parents were greatly saddened by this, but it is something that all mortals must deal with at some point. The little boy’s parents couldn’t afford to hold onto the grandparent’s home, and so they sold it, and the happy garden, to some other people.
These people were not happy people. All that can be said of them, is that they went to Church every Sunday, and spread lots of gossip about the immoral behavior they believed their neighbors were engaged in. They did not tend the happy garden. Moreover, they never figured out why the happy garden stopped being happy. It ceased to flourish, and gradually began to fade away. The fruit trees tried hard to keep the happy garden happy, but what could they do? A lawn had replaced the happy garden, and these unhappy people never even picked the fruit. Instead, they let the fruit fall, and rot. Then, they complained about the mess, and the noise of the birds.
The little boy continued to live in the city, which he liked a lot, but he sorely missed his grandparents, and the happy garden, especially in Summer. He consoled himself by growing many things in containers out on the patio. Here he kept the memory of the happy garden alive in his Heart, and among the plants lucky enough to have him tend them.
Gradually the little boy grew up, and became a man, and made his own way in Life. He became a software designer, and was very good at it. He especially liked this work, because he could do it at home, which left him time to enjoy and care for the plants he always had in pots & containers. He met a very pretty girl, who was also a software designer, and who also loved plants. Seeing that they were a perfect match for each other, they got married, and merged their software businesses.
It was a great success, because they worked very hard at it, and the time came, when they saw that they could afford to raise a family of their own. Since they both worked online, and never had to commute, they decided that they could move out to the country. That is when the young man remembered his old grandparent’s place, and the happy garden. He & his wife drove out to the country to see this place he had spoken of every so often. They wanted to see how it was doing now.
What they found was rather disappointing. Neglect had set in, and several of the fruit trees had died. Also, it was much smaller than the young man had remembered it to be. However, his wife was very keen. She spotted a For Sale sign, not only on the property his grandparents had owned, when it was a happy garden, but also on the place next door.
They spoke with the unhappy people, and learned that the unhappy people no longer wanted to live there, but instead to move into an old folks home, where they could finish their days in the company of other unhappy people. The people right next door wanted to move to the city. This was perfect, so the young man and his young wife purchased both properties. They knew there would be a lot of work involved, but once they got the happy garden going again, they would have lots of good organic food to eat, and that would make it all worth it.
They strolled out back, and found the old apple tree that the young man had played in, as a little boy. After all these years, the old apple tree recognized him. The apple tree enveloped the young man, and the young lady, with a wave of love that they both could feel. The young lady, who was not only a software designer, but also a Witch, said, “I can *hear* the tree asking a question. It wants to know if you’ve read any good books lately.”
Her husband smiled, remenbering the good times of his childhood, addressed the tree, saying, “I have come home. We will restore the happy garden here, and on the lot next door. And I promise to make time to spend time with you reading good books again.”
The apple tree was overjoyed by this, because it had always held onto hope, and the memory of the old man, and the old lady, who had once lived there, when it was a happy garden. Then the apple tree *spoke* to the lovely young Witch, saying, “Did you know you are carrying twins?”
These animated Moving Mandalas are very large files. Please click on the pic, and wait for it to load The Contemplation will be very enabling, carrying your Mind beyond the mundane world
Finally ..My weekends are full 24/7 now with the new children that enrolled So, was too busy last night then, hate to admit tired:) A little long 🙄 but , do not have to read the stories told 😯 😉 :love:
Stories I Recall
It was only true ones I recall
Being my grandparents were called home at an early age
Only the grandmothers until I was 5
I barely remember for she wanted to go home , too
Wanted Grandfather for one they really were
She lived almost 2yrs. saying the rosary all the time
Asking God to take her to her husband he already had
Go past her room always, rosary in her hand:)
My mother mainly told the stories
For good she was in telling
She had the patience as her eyes would tell all
Her eyes she could make big
Make us believe she had eyes even behind her head
For she always knew everything without us telling
Mother`s are like that ..They are:)
Couple stories I share here are all true
If want to read
Her going to school lst grade
When running late a man asked if she wanted a ride
She took the ride no wanting to be late
Late she was for he passed the school up
He took her down by the Ohio River and luckily let her out’
She remembered him having an old wrinkled up paper bag
Keep offering her candy she just wanted to go to school
The good Lord watching over her for he did nothing
But , later a morning she was late again
The police stopped asked she wanted a ride
She said no Thank you kept walking:)
Another was about my father being in the OSS
During WW11 dropped in the jungles of Berlin’
He had a boy 7 that was his friend
The boy taught him many ways around
He was the only one out of 5 that were dropped
He did not think he would see home again
He even let his own out when the war was over
Could not tell them who he was for they would not believe
It was a bit before he came home I do not recall the date
The good Lord watching over his back brought him back:)
One more then , I quit:)
Mother had a date when she was 18
Went to go onto the porch
Noticed a man behind the swing porch
She was smart enought to ignore
Just acted as nothing looking around
She went across the street where her Aunt lived
Another close call good Lord watching over her
Awww I have a few more as a couple ghost ones
But, will save for Halloween is near:)
Yet , they are true
Life is full of stories
Stories everyone has
For our journey in life
Stories make us stronger
In good and in bad ones
Always see the best of or how fortunate we are to be
Be here as the one we are
With backbones of past to help us last:)
Big hopes and dreams
and walks in the park;
searching for rainbows,
afraid of the dark;
playing hide-and-seek
within the twists
and the turn of life;
hiding in the corners
and playing tag
with my heart.
Words holding me captive
and carrying me away,
my imagination
surrendered to
the light and the dark.
Tales that come knocking
on the door of my mind
and I peer through the windows
not quite knowing what I’ll find.
But as I open the door
a crack so I can see,
picking up the book
that’s on the desk
in front of me,
I find love’s sweet songs
caressing the strings
of broken hearts;
songs of the night
laced with somber melodies
and broken dreams.
I find tales of adventure
to places far and wide,
snapshots of lives lived
and played and loved.
And as I read stories
of years passing by —
stories of lives well lived,
the playful shrieks of children,
voices drifting out of range,
the tears and fears
playing out on each page,
I can hardly put it down.
But as I put it down,
this book that I’ve found,
I know I’ll be back later on
to read the pages again,
stories we have
within our hearts
to tell.
i was a bikini waxer in a hypnotic breast enlargement clinic on the moon
by zed mizar
i first got into the hypnotic breast enlargement business when i arrived on the moon from earth in 2172. i grew up on an asteroid & bummed my way too earth on a postal shuttle after i got out of school. that’s where i was introduced to interplanetary dating & i met some people from the moon colony & they invited me up. when i got there i soon lost my voice from breathing the canned air in the dome, it took me awhile to adjust & to get my moon legs so that i wasn’t clumsy. so, i had to find a dayjob once i got there & there were no computer office jobs to be had. 90% of the entities in the lunar colonies are female & the biggest industries are cosmetics & fashion, so i got a job operating the laser bikini wax booth @ dr. schmeckelhand’s hypnotic breast enlargement clinic in tranquility dome.
dr. schmeckelhand was a genius & his technique was revolutionary. all of the kool girlz from 9 solar systems had to get appointments with him & all of them adored him. he brought out the best in them so that they would really blossom & bud & his clinic was incredibly busy. let me give you a little background information on how this industry rose up & swelled to gigantic proportions.
since there is very little gravity on the moon, human bodies look different. a woman’s breasts & butt don’t sag & tend to bounce as she walks. a woman’s breasts can just undulate & float. some women wear tight undies but most just let it go. most of them wear fashions that accentuate these undulations. dancing is much different there. it’s a whole new world of spherical geometry & globular clusters. most of the guys wear pretty tight jockstraps.
so breast enhancement is a major industry there. breasts are not such an encumbrance for women there so they don’t mind carrying a little more around, @ least enough to interact with inertia in the low gravity to produce interesting bounces, jiggles, swings, shakes & undulations. but of course the breast enhancement of the future is far beyond anything you see around here, which is really a travesty. surgery doesn’t make it. in the future, breast enhancement is a matter of stumulating the woman’s body to bud & increase naturally from within & that was dr. schmeckelhand’s amazing innovation.
sure, some say that hypnotic breast enlargement is pure quackery, that you can’t really hypnotize a woman to grow larger breasts, but they do not understand the true genius of dr. schmeckelhand’s technique. he did not hypnotize the woman, he hypnotized the breasts themselves. he had discovered in his research that a woman’s breasts exert a hypnotic effect on a man, but since this established a hypnotic rapport a man could reverse the effect & actually hypnotize the woman’s body to respond. he did this by utilizing some shamanistic razzle dazzle hoo-hah with his costumes & his rattles while she reclined in the plush chair naked from the waist up with the special shades on (it worked better if she was completely naked though & often she was). he had some other secret techniques he used in the advanced sessions, i didn’t get to see that, but he achieved amazing results.
as for me, i enjoyed operating the laser bikini wax booth. i loved my work & really got into it. i got to know the girls pretty well. i was trained in all the arts of genital grooming, which are pretty elaborate in a 22nd century interplanetary colony. lipstick, paint, the whole deal, but mostly they came in for the weekly trim. they never eradicated all of the hair from the body as is a current fashion, that was not considered good taste. a certain amount of mystery & concealment was more fashionable.
Sep 26, 2011
Hallowed Weeenie Fiasco’s ~
Got Corn Holed & Punkin Pied !!! As Da Story Gooo’s!!!
Halloweeen Fiascos ~
III Got Corn Holed & Punkin Pied In Myyy Eye !!!
Tink Dats Baaad ???
Tryyy Hidin Onda Over Pass
Upon AAA Hilll Wit Ur Buddys !!!
Cornin Cars As Da Gooo Byyy !!!
When One Buddy Gets Da Bright Idea ???
Tooo Start Throwin Pumpkins For Laughs !!!
Welll Weee Waited For Our Next Victim
When It Appened !!!
Da Buddy Nooo Names Mentioned !!!
Due Tooo Personal Identity Safety
& Unwanted Law Posters !!!
Grabs Da Biggest Punkin Inda Pile !!!
Heaves Off Da Over Pass Onda Smallest Car Around !!!
KaSplat Screeeeeeeeeech Slam Crash !!!
Ohhhh Chit Time Tooo RUN NOW !!!
8 Varsity Footballl Players 2 Cheerleader
& Sum Purpled Midget Clown
Crawled Outta AAA VolkWagon Sum How ???
Run !!! Run !!! III Saaay RUUUUN !!!
Its Da End Of Our Hour Of Fun !!!
Up Da Hilll Thru Da Woods Owwww Owwww
Over Rocks & Twigs
Intooo Branches Hide Hide !!!
Duck W.T.F Myyy Vuddy Hit AAA Treee !!!
lol… Butt It Didnt Get Meee !!!
III’m Freeee III’m Freee !!!
Down Da Hilll Thru AAA Near Byyy Back Yard…
Man Tomorrow Weee’re Alll Gonna Beee Scard !!!
Slippin & Slidden Alll Around…
When III Came Upon AAA Clothsline Inda Dark !!!
Flung Meee ToooDa Ground…
WitOut Sound Cept AAA Thud Inda Mud ~
In Da Pourin Rain…
Now Dat Left AAA Memorable Mark !!!
Da Pain Da Pain Bruised Ego & Alll Cut…
As Da Toad Was Down !!!
Didnt Know Which Waaay Tooo Gooo
Or Which Wasn’t Gettin Up ???
Wood III Had Come Out Better Wetter
Tooo Sweater If III’d Stood Myyy Ground !!!
& Took Da Fight ???
As III Layed Dare Wonderin Alll Thru Da Night ???
When AAA Awoke Inda Moanin & Crack Of Daylight ???
Nooo One Was Around Butt It Was One Helluva Sight !!!
Ohhhhhhh Da Bump Got Taxed Fer Sure !!!
& Dats How Da Story Gooo’s !!! & Here Iss Da Cure !!!
Moral Only Gooo’s Tooo Show !!!
You Just Dont Know ???
Less You Scout Yer Next Escape !!!
Less You Can Flyyy & Wear AAA Big S On Yer Cape !!!
Written Hitten & Shitten Byyy Da Bump
Wit More Lumps & Cuts & Bruises Dan Carters Has Liver Pillls !!!
Bump Feeels Lick Heee Got Raped Byyy Da Terrible 8
& AAA Frisky Smalll Clown !!!
Dat Looked Like AAA Great Grape Ape !!!
2 Cheer Leaders Cheerin Raw Raw Raw
Kick Him Da Weeee
Shout Slap Da Toad Intooo Next Weeek !!!
Buttt Honest Guys !!! It Wasnt Meee !!! 😯
III Feeel Da Filll III Got Corn Holed
& Punkin Pied In Myyy Eye !!!
Later Peeeps
Tilll Next Hallows Eve Bump Out ~ 😥
They met when they were young well maybe in souls we will say
She then felt she was too good for him being she was from a
Good Catholic Family and he did not go to church.. you know then.. it mattered.
They ran in the fields and was free, free together not a worry..
Together… they knew.. they were meant to be…
She said, I am a good girl, and you cannot tell anyone we played.
Her family moved, they wrote, and promised, every year to meet.
So each year they played like clock work… She never ever told
A soul… except for him… how she felt…
Later… she moved further away… grown and matured became a
Business woman… and forgot their yearly meet…
Then One day she really needed the dire straight truth
And the purest of love with out any kind of motive.. came a call
OUT OF NO-WHERE
it was from him….. He said don’t marry him… he is all wrong!
Each year from them on.. their friendship continued…
She is married now.. and he with a new love.. yet each year..
They set a time together… and spend… soul sister and brother
Forever……………
Same time next year…
I’m wandering all alone in this big cityWith nothing to do but admire it’s beauty.I’ve always loved a night time cityIt’s always seemed to be there for me.Tear soaked eyes, swollen face, and broken heartAll alone in this colorful, lit-up dark.It reminds me a lot of my own story,The story of a broken heart is more bitter than sweet.Up and down and up and down these melancholy streetsHaving nowhere to go is a scary feeling.Love is all wonderful and awful to me.And my heart can’t seem to take another telling of this story.I wouldn’t even know how to begin…And where to end? I couldn’t even imagine…Would it be me, standing here, on this lonely little corner?I’m sure this story has been told before.I guess that’s just how it goes-Where does it end? I just don’t know…The stories have all been told I suppose,I guess that’s just the way it goes..
Everyone of us have our stories..
We share with our Children, Grandchildren
And through-out many generations for out heritage
Maybe a legend or a Urband legend…
Or.. Just some thing fun.. we bong made up..
Yep… story tellers we all are..
Thank you all of you a blessing
The Magic in your Stories
J.T. and MM
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coiled to strike
a length of
discolored surgical
tubing nests upon
the coffee table,
completing a disheveled
collage of ill trade
paraphernalia
bent, sooty spoon,
broken cigarettes without filters
burnt matchbooks
and a splay of spent points
all a grim testimony
to the adage
“old habits die hard”
which presumes
old habits don’t
first put us in
the cold, cold, ground …
“Toombstone”, “Red rum”, “China White”
empty wraps littering
the floor beneath my feet
discarded ticket stubs
to a small venue
very personal, passion play
Blissfully uninformed
that I have been up
all night signing
my own death warrant,
my words begin
to slowly drift ashore …
water logged remnants
of a broken mast
and wet splinters
from a damaged hull …
shipwrecked thoughts
on a deserted isle …
Rejuvenated by Psycho-Billy
pharmaceuticals,
Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull
and Soul Hits of the 70’s
night porters, aging relics
of a bygone age,
sloppily scrub the
sides of passenger buses
during the still
hour of midnight
at a dimly lit
Greyhound Bus station …
On the clock
lot lizards slither
into anonymous rides,
through passenger side doors
in an adjacent parking lot
They’re as likely
to “cash and dash”,
as perform deviant sexual maneuvers
but who can blame them?
They chase only
the coinage of a quick score
and a taste of comfort
for the mind afterwards.
Counter-intuitive,
carving my name in stone
after losing the
last of my fingers
to a three card
Monte dealer who
left me quite handily broke …
Rules of the street
are always learned
the hard way;
if it’s hot don’t touch it –
if it’s cold, who wants it anyway?
I know should be
saving for the monsoons,
but like everyone with
a monkey to feed,
I spend the rush
as soon as I cop ..
just another sideman
seeking shelter from
the tangle of a
big top blow down …
Prick the skin,
find the red line,
register, slam it home –
never stopping to
count the tracks of my years …
the paperboy’s late again,
in fear of delivering
what I already know,
a panic has set in
among habitues who are
this minute milking blood
for a nickel’s worth of flight,
when a dime would still not do …
Ground control can’t
find those who’ve gone before
and I’ve no reason to believe
they will reach me in time either …
Listening to the melody
of a sightless wind,
all lonesome and lost
under a boxcar trestle …
coming home means coming down
and I was born to
wander beneath the “scars”…
I don’t follow public opinion,
the verdict’s long
since been in,
soap cleans grime, ash or dirt –
but nothing washes away sin;
besides, WHO leaves flowers
on the grave of a rose anyway?
Wonderland, Wunderkind, Wanderlust;
Bag Brides and Rock Stars
never blow a fix because
it all goes up in metallic puffs
of a bang, as I pop balloons,
whose colors change day to day …
ever chasing a sugar mountain rush ..
Will I never tire of
branded highs and lows
as I rust towards oblivion?
des~
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Hello JT & Mary!!! I’m so looking forward to the gifts we receive!!! :love: :love: :love:
hello everyone!! we are gonna have some magical fun!
Tell me stories to dream about
Ones with endings.. to smile about
Speak a magical place you use to
Go as children.. still do
Where Christmas and birthdays
Come all year
Halloween candy only no fear
Love in all of us
Even the wolf cares for red+the pig’s
This is my story…
And my magical wish
THEEE ENDS
The Greatest Storyteller
She told me stories of glitter and gold
Of times of when fairies would unfold
They would dance in the attic on moon lit nights
In a delightful way they would take flight
I loved the way that she would sing
And cherish every memory that brings
Yes we have no bananas today
She would sing to us as we played
I can’t do a thing with my hair it’s a fright
Was another song she would sing so bright
These songs came with stories from her time
And I now have feelings so sublime
Remembering the greatest storyteller of all
Dancing with her down the hall
Maybe I do need a grandbaby girl
So I can share with her my grandmothers world…..
I love you Grandma
CAH c2011
Sometimes the story is the moment we realize the story has ended. When we reach the last page and are found wanting.
After an almost ten year absence I return home to find everyone I knew has moved on or died. The familiar place torn up to progress. So…the 29th I once again drive 3000 miles to Oregon to overtake my heart.
At times in the quiet night,
Where slumber had bound me,
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me:
The smiles, and tears
Of boyhood’s years,
Of words of love once spoken
The eyes that shone,
Eyes Now dimmed and gone,
Times my hearts been broken
Remembered, in the quiet night,
Where slumber just had bound me,
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me
When I remember all
The friends, once linked together,
I’ve seen around me fall
Like leaves in Autumns weather,
I feel like one
Who walks alone
Familiar places deserted,
Whose lights have fled,
Whose flowers are dead,
All but the dead and departed!
Here, in the quiet night,
Where slumber had bound me
My memory wakes to the light
As forgotten days have found me
here is one for ya-all…
We grew out of the scary stories of Halloween
Started watching horror flicks instead
Then we became devious on Halloween Jokes
We knew where Mr.Ek lived the mean Vice Principle
I was the decoy for I always had a few brothers in tow
And also my Dad being a cop in our town
He would greet me behind his tree
For that is where he hid
Bribing my brothers with candy
I would tell them to stay put
I would back track my steps
so Mr.Ek would not see what was going to happen
The tough kids walked by the tree and we could see
He asked to show their hands
which was empty of course
I came from behind and took the few rolls of toilet paper
How pretty his back tree looked painted in rolls of toilet paper
Never got caught because he made people show their hands
while passing through.
I would retrack my steps and go by his house still hiding by his tree
The next day he came to school and was burning flames of fire
and he had no proof he even ask me questions
I would say darn if I know..I had 6 brothers in tow!
DEE :love: :love:
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One upon on time I said
Tumbling down the dark days
Where my half drained bottle led
Back in the shadowed blacks and greys
In half remembered words
Slurred by a much younger me
Lies that took to the wing like birds
Back in the long ago I set them all free
I will make my mark I once said
and kick the world right in the ass
I will drink, dance, paint the town red
Wake up hung over, for Sunday’s first mass
Once upon a time I had all the days
Promises to keep and a road to follow
I Lost in drink and women with subtle ways
Now I’m old grey and tired and slightly hollow
The friends are dead from all the drugs and drink
The ladies are grandmothers with hidden tattoo’s
Young girls laugh as I stumble, mumble and wink
Once upon a time I said, but that was before the booze
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:groovy: Heres AAA Story For ya !!! 🙄
Titled !!!
& Sooo It Came Tooo Pass !!!
Da Snake Finally Bit Meee In Myyy Ass !!!
& Sooo It Shalll Come Tooo Pass ~
That Everything That You Run From !!!
Shalll Return Tooo Burn & Comeback !!!
Tooo Bite You Right In Ur Ass !!!
For Example… III Ran From Tongue Speakin Churche’s
One Deeep Southern Baptist One In Particular !!!
Because It Scared Meee !!! III Didnt Understand !!!
What They Weee’re Sayin ???
Or Who They Weee’re Truly Prayin Tooo !!!
Was It Da Devil ??? In Disquise !!!
Right Before Meee & Myyy Very Eyes !!!
Welll Da Tongue Twistin Didnt Run Meee Out Just Yet !!!
Alda Screamin & Yellin
Dancin Foamin Atda Mouth Inda Isles !!!
Stilll III Stood Myyy Ground !!!
Buttt When Dat Nut Decon Began Too Reachin
Intooo Da Big Box Atda Pulpit !!!
Wats Inda Box III Ask ???
& Pulled Out Satan Himself !!! Bigger Dan Life !!!
III Said Shit Its Time Tooo Quit !!!
As Myyy Visit Was Short Lived & Did Nigh Last !!!
Gave Meee Da Shivers Da Quivers & Slithers !!!
Tooo Myyy Very Core !!!
Lickity Split Quick Someone Get Meee AAA Stick !!!
AAA Looong Pole !!! III Neeed AAA Gun Or Knife !!!
This Place Isss Outta Control !!!
AAA Hoe Or Even AAA Damn Pitch Fork !!!
Dis Isss Nut Myyy Kinda Picture Show !!!
Hissin & Coaxin Meee Wit Forked Tongue ~
Tryin Tooo Beee Kissin Meee !!!
Myyy Lifes Come Undone !!!
Drawn Meee Intooo His Hex Vex Vortex !!!
Lickin Straight In Mine Eye !!!
Froze For AAA Moment In Time !!!
But Onda Inside III Died & You Could Seee Meee Cryin !!!
Watta Heck !!! Snap Out Of It Beck !!!
Which Waaay Shalll III Gooo ??? Where Can III Run !!! ???
Welll You Can Only Guess What Appen Nexted !!!
III Jumped Straight Up Outta Myyy Seat !!!
Said III’d Seeen Da Glory ~ Th_ Light !!! Praisin God !!!
An Open Isle AAA Crack InDa Door !!!
Where There InLyed Th_ Streeet !!!
Cleared Alll Dose Steps In One Fulll Unfailed Sweeep ~
III’m Nigh No More Ready !!! Tooo Bargain Or Tryin Ta Meeet !!!
Forget Defeat !!!
Times Are Upon Us… Cursin…Time Only Tooo Beat Feeet !!!
III’lll Find Myyy Waaay Back !!! Home On Myyy Own !!!
Just Let Meee Beee & Leave Meee Alone !!!
Seeen III AAA Mile Awaaay ~ Noy Turnin Back !!!
As III Smile Todayyy
Dat Snake Didnt Bite Meee In Myyy Tight Crack !!!
Buttt Seeems III Gots Lots Tooo Atone !!!
As Da World Done Gone Whack !!!
Welll III Told You Dis Diss Tooo Remind Meee & You Of This !!!
Weee Are Constantly Lettin More & More !!!
Non-English Speakin Peeeps & Foreign Waaays
Creeeps & Strays ~ Walk Right Thru Our Front Door !!!
III’m Right Back Where III Started Before ???
Scratch Scratch !!!
III Dont Understand Dem !!! This III Can Nigh Ignore !!!
As III Stand Myyy Ground…
Seeems III’m Da Only Citizen Dats Stilll Around !!!
But Lookin Ahead For Sum Distant Shore !!!
Waitin For Dat First Sign Of AAA Hiss Or AAA Kiss !!!
Or AAA Beast Of AAA Roar !!!
From Dat Guy Charmer Wit AAA Turbene…
Who Just Moved Next Door !!!
Weee Seen Something Amazingly Funny Or At Least III Tot Sooo !!!
Walkin Thru Wal-Mart !!!
AAA Guy Ina Turbene Lookin Quite Smart !!!
Wit AAA HARLEY BANDANA !!! Tied Over His Turbene !!!
Man Did Dis Guy Hav Heart ???
Isss Heee Americanized Now ??? Sum How !!!
Or Just AAA Big Fan Of Harleys ???
Myyy Real Questions This ???
Welll Watda Hellls Heee Hidin Under Dare Any Who ???
Isss AAA Gun Or AAA Bomb ??? Isss It His Worn Out Shoes ???
AAA Baaad Copy Of M.T.V ???
Dirty Underware Heee Forgot Tooo Wash ???
AAA Cake Tooo Bake !!! For His Daughter Birthday Of 2 ???
III Saaay Its AAA Snake !!! & You Know What I’lll Dooo !!!
Written & Bitten Byyy Da ;)Red Monkey ~
As Heee Watches You Thru & Tru !!!
Not Even Blinkin… His Eyes Are Stuck Like Glue !!!
Overseeen Byyy Da Bump ~
As Heee Hates Dem Slimy Snakes Tooo !!!
Agreeed Byyy g.T As Weee’ve Allll Seeen AAA Few !!!
Inaccordance Wit Dead Tree Art & Poetry ~
Inco-op wit AAA Pain Inda Ass Studios ~
Inaffiliations Wit Myyy (Ars) American Rebel Style ~
Alda While Wit Nooo Smile
Unless Ur Down Da Road !!! AAA Mile or Two !!!
In AAA thin greyline & Grey Matter Production ~
As No mo Introductions Dooo Weee Neeed !!!
Cept Mayyybe ??? Da
😉 Red Monkey ~ Agenda’s & Da Pet Peeeved Public
Wats Behind Da Red Door ~
Writin Inda Red Phone Diary’s ~ Forevermore !!!
® TM © WITHIN…
This Bog Of AAA Blog Isss Meant For Fun !!!
If Weee Caan’t Laugh At Ourselves Sometimes… Wit Rhymes & Reason !!!
Den What Are Weee Here For ??? Tooo Simply Ignore ???
Den Life Wood Beee Treason !!! As Far As AAA Turbene ???
Welll III Wish Weee Alll Had One Or Threee ~
Tooo Hide Alll Our…Bad Words & Writs of Poetry ~
Tooo File Awaaay For Another Daaaay W/ Our Self Dignity’s ~
Sign Urs Truly Byyy Da 😉 Red Monkey ~
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I don’t think Cheryl will mind if I repost this collab story poem we did about a year ago here. With Halloween coming up y’all might see it again LOL
I like when fairy tales come true. This was from a CPC Simple Sunday from long long ago – in internet years LOL
…………..Here’s a dusty old story poem from way back whenever…………………..
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It is sooooo my bed time ~ I’ll BB tomorrow when I can MUAH!!!
Wonderful blog, theme, challenge and pieces posted. Happy Monday to All.
Ok Guy’s I am beat.. and in a good way.. hehheheh..
J.T. and I will be back in the morning to read yinns
You guys have been great tonight! Your poetry-ies
are-fab! I cannot wait to read them in the morning!
Bless you guys and Here is one book my kids did love
and my one son .. hehhe had to get use to it.. kinda
was scared of…
Hug’s and love J.T. and MM
Sweetest Of Stories and Magical Dreams
The Greatest Story Teller 2.0
She speaks of her grandma as if she is the best story teller to recall
but what she doesn’t know is that she has surpassed them all
She speaks of the days when I was young
and enlightens my love of what is to come.
She speaks of the moments that have captivated her memory
and brings thought and conjecture to what most would just assume theory.
The stories usually start with “Andrew was here our there just hanging out…..”
and end with the lot of us in empty chairs falling about
It brings great joy to me when she delves into my past
and exits with a story that time has let recast.
We all try to fill the roles of the figures we live through
But one thing I know, “Lady Death” Cheryl, the greatest story teller is you.
Andrew Holtz
Vangelis : Dream in an Open Place
Garden : June 2009
The Happy Garden
by James Clair Lewis
This short story was written cooperatively by me, and my Garden
Once upon a time there was a happy garden out in the country. The garden was happy, because the old man, and the old lady who lived there with the happy garden, were very happy to tend to all the garden’s needs. They gave the garden water, fed the compost pile, and did careful pruning when needed. For these things the happy garden flourished, and gave the old man and the old lady more than plenty of food. The happy garden gave the old man and the old lady, beauty, and happiness. And this was not just for the old man & the old lady, it was also for all of the small creatures who lived nearby. It was a place where birds came just to sing, and this made the garden very happy indeed.
There was a little boy who came to live with the old man and the old lady every Summer. He was their grandson, and the rest of the year, he lived with his parents in the city. The little boy liked the city where he lived most of the time, because that was mostly what he knew, and because his parents lived there, and his parents were rather nice people. BUT, the little boy loved spending Summer with his grandparents out in the country. Here he could breathe clean air, and run about inventing games to play in the woods.
What the little boy never said, but what his grandparents knew, was that the little boy loved working in the happy garden, more than he liked to play. The little boy especially loved the fruit trees… and who wouldn’t?
There was one who was special to him, and this was an apple tree. It was beside this apple tree, (and sometimes up in its boughs), that the little boy went to read books. These books carried him away to far lands and places that only exist in Imagination. The apple tree enjoyed these stories very much, watching the images flicker across the little boy’s mind in the journeys one can only embark upon through books.
Back at home the little boy had some potted plants in his room over by the window. He took rather good care of them for all that he had learned from working in the happy garden in the country, and so most of the time, when the little boy was in school in the city, it was these potted plants who were his own happy garden.
Nothing lasts forever in this world, and one Winter the old man and the old lady finished their happy lives quietly in their sleep. The little boy and his nice parents were greatly saddened by this, but it is something that all mortals must deal with at some point. The little boy’s parents couldn’t afford to hold onto the grandparent’s home, and so they sold it, and the happy garden, to some other people.
These people were not happy people. All that can be said of them, is that they went to Church every Sunday, and spread lots of gossip about the immoral behavior they believed their neighbors were engaged in. They did not tend the happy garden. Moreover, they never figured out why the happy garden stopped being happy. It ceased to flourish, and gradually began to fade away. The fruit trees tried hard to keep the happy garden happy, but what could they do? A lawn had replaced the happy garden, and these unhappy people never even picked the fruit. Instead, they let the fruit fall, and rot. Then, they complained about the mess, and the noise of the birds.
The little boy continued to live in the city, which he liked a lot, but he sorely missed his grandparents, and the happy garden, especially in Summer. He consoled himself by growing many things in containers out on the patio. Here he kept the memory of the happy garden alive in his Heart, and among the plants lucky enough to have him tend them.
Gradually the little boy grew up, and became a man, and made his own way in Life. He became a software designer, and was very good at it. He especially liked this work, because he could do it at home, which left him time to enjoy and care for the plants he always had in pots & containers. He met a very pretty girl, who was also a software designer, and who also loved plants. Seeing that they were a perfect match for each other, they got married, and merged their software businesses.
It was a great success, because they worked very hard at it, and the time came, when they saw that they could afford to raise a family of their own. Since they both worked online, and never had to commute, they decided that they could move out to the country. That is when the young man remembered his old grandparent’s place, and the happy garden. He & his wife drove out to the country to see this place he had spoken of every so often. They wanted to see how it was doing now.
What they found was rather disappointing. Neglect had set in, and several of the fruit trees had died. Also, it was much smaller than the young man had remembered it to be. However, his wife was very keen. She spotted a For Sale sign, not only on the property his grandparents had owned, when it was a happy garden, but also on the place next door.
They spoke with the unhappy people, and learned that the unhappy people no longer wanted to live there, but instead to move into an old folks home, where they could finish their days in the company of other unhappy people. The people right next door wanted to move to the city. This was perfect, so the young man and his young wife purchased both properties. They knew there would be a lot of work involved, but once they got the happy garden going again, they would have lots of good organic food to eat, and that would make it all worth it.
They strolled out back, and found the old apple tree that the young man had played in, as a little boy. After all these years, the old apple tree recognized him. The apple tree enveloped the young man, and the young lady, with a wave of love that they both could feel. The young lady, who was not only a software designer, but also a Witch, said, “I can *hear* the tree asking a question. It wants to know if you’ve read any good books lately.”
Her husband smiled, remenbering the good times of his childhood, addressed the tree, saying, “I have come home. We will restore the happy garden here, and on the lot next door. And I promise to make time to spend time with you reading good books again.”
The apple tree was overjoyed by this, because it had always held onto hope, and the memory of the old man, and the old lady, who had once lived there, when it was a happy garden. Then the apple tree *spoke* to the lovely young Witch, saying, “Did you know you are carrying twins?”
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Finally ..My weekends are full 24/7 now with the new children that enrolled So, was too busy last night then, hate to admit tired:) A little long 🙄 but , do not have to read the stories told 😯 😉 :love:
Stories I Recall
It was only true ones I recall
Being my grandparents were called home at an early age
Only the grandmothers until I was 5
I barely remember for she wanted to go home , too
Wanted Grandfather for one they really were
She lived almost 2yrs. saying the rosary all the time
Asking God to take her to her husband he already had
Go past her room always, rosary in her hand:)
My mother mainly told the stories
For good she was in telling
She had the patience as her eyes would tell all
Her eyes she could make big
Make us believe she had eyes even behind her head
For she always knew everything without us telling
Mother`s are like that ..They are:)
Couple stories I share here are all true
If want to read
Her going to school lst grade
When running late a man asked if she wanted a ride
She took the ride no wanting to be late
Late she was for he passed the school up
He took her down by the Ohio River and luckily let her out’
She remembered him having an old wrinkled up paper bag
Keep offering her candy she just wanted to go to school
The good Lord watching over her for he did nothing
But , later a morning she was late again
The police stopped asked she wanted a ride
She said no Thank you kept walking:)
Another was about my father being in the OSS
During WW11 dropped in the jungles of Berlin’
He had a boy 7 that was his friend
The boy taught him many ways around
He was the only one out of 5 that were dropped
He did not think he would see home again
He even let his own out when the war was over
Could not tell them who he was for they would not believe
It was a bit before he came home I do not recall the date
The good Lord watching over his back brought him back:)
One more then , I quit:)
Mother had a date when she was 18
Went to go onto the porch
Noticed a man behind the swing porch
She was smart enought to ignore
Just acted as nothing looking around
She went across the street where her Aunt lived
Another close call good Lord watching over her
Awww I have a few more as a couple ghost ones
But, will save for Halloween is near:)
Yet , they are true
Life is full of stories
Stories everyone has
For our journey in life
Stories make us stronger
In good and in bad ones
Always see the best of or how fortunate we are to be
Be here as the one we are
With backbones of past to help us last:)
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STORIES WITHIN
Big hopes and dreams
and walks in the park;
searching for rainbows,
afraid of the dark;
playing hide-and-seek
within the twists
and the turn of life;
hiding in the corners
and playing tag
with my heart.
Words holding me captive
and carrying me away,
my imagination
surrendered to
the light and the dark.
Tales that come knocking
on the door of my mind
and I peer through the windows
not quite knowing what I’ll find.
But as I open the door
a crack so I can see,
picking up the book
that’s on the desk
in front of me,
I find love’s sweet songs
caressing the strings
of broken hearts;
songs of the night
laced with somber melodies
and broken dreams.
I find tales of adventure
to places far and wide,
snapshots of lives lived
and played and loved.
And as I read stories
of years passing by —
stories of lives well lived,
the playful shrieks of children,
voices drifting out of range,
the tears and fears
playing out on each page,
I can hardly put it down.
But as I put it down,
this book that I’ve found,
I know I’ll be back later on
to read the pages again,
stories we have
within our hearts
to tell.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-26-11
i was a bikini waxer in a hypnotic breast enlargement clinic on the moon
by zed mizar
i first got into the hypnotic breast enlargement business when i arrived on the moon from earth in 2172. i grew up on an asteroid & bummed my way too earth on a postal shuttle after i got out of school. that’s where i was introduced to interplanetary dating & i met some people from the moon colony & they invited me up. when i got there i soon lost my voice from breathing the canned air in the dome, it took me awhile to adjust & to get my moon legs so that i wasn’t clumsy. so, i had to find a dayjob once i got there & there were no computer office jobs to be had. 90% of the entities in the lunar colonies are female & the biggest industries are cosmetics & fashion, so i got a job operating the laser bikini wax booth @ dr. schmeckelhand’s hypnotic breast enlargement clinic in tranquility dome.
dr. schmeckelhand was a genius & his technique was revolutionary. all of the kool girlz from 9 solar systems had to get appointments with him & all of them adored him. he brought out the best in them so that they would really blossom & bud & his clinic was incredibly busy. let me give you a little background information on how this industry rose up & swelled to gigantic proportions.
since there is very little gravity on the moon, human bodies look different. a woman’s breasts & butt don’t sag & tend to bounce as she walks. a woman’s breasts can just undulate & float. some women wear tight undies but most just let it go. most of them wear fashions that accentuate these undulations. dancing is much different there. it’s a whole new world of spherical geometry & globular clusters. most of the guys wear pretty tight jockstraps.
so breast enhancement is a major industry there. breasts are not such an encumbrance for women there so they don’t mind carrying a little more around, @ least enough to interact with inertia in the low gravity to produce interesting bounces, jiggles, swings, shakes & undulations. but of course the breast enhancement of the future is far beyond anything you see around here, which is really a travesty. surgery doesn’t make it. in the future, breast enhancement is a matter of stumulating the woman’s body to bud & increase naturally from within & that was dr. schmeckelhand’s amazing innovation.
sure, some say that hypnotic breast enlargement is pure quackery, that you can’t really hypnotize a woman to grow larger breasts, but they do not understand the true genius of dr. schmeckelhand’s technique. he did not hypnotize the woman, he hypnotized the breasts themselves. he had discovered in his research that a woman’s breasts exert a hypnotic effect on a man, but since this established a hypnotic rapport a man could reverse the effect & actually hypnotize the woman’s body to respond. he did this by utilizing some shamanistic razzle dazzle hoo-hah with his costumes & his rattles while she reclined in the plush chair naked from the waist up with the special shades on (it worked better if she was completely naked though & often she was). he had some other secret techniques he used in the advanced sessions, i didn’t get to see that, but he achieved amazing results.
as for me, i enjoyed operating the laser bikini wax booth. i loved my work & really got into it. i got to know the girls pretty well. i was trained in all the arts of genital grooming, which are pretty elaborate in a 22nd century interplanetary colony. lipstick, paint, the whole deal, but mostly they came in for the weekly trim. they never eradicated all of the hair from the body as is a current fashion, that was not considered good taste. a certain amount of mystery & concealment was more fashionable.
Sep 26, 2011
Hallowed Weeenie Fiasco’s ~
Got Corn Holed & Punkin Pied !!! As Da Story Gooo’s!!!
Halloweeen Fiascos ~
III Got Corn Holed & Punkin Pied In Myyy Eye !!!
Tink Dats Baaad ???
Tryyy Hidin Onda Over Pass
Upon AAA Hilll Wit Ur Buddys !!!
Cornin Cars As Da Gooo Byyy !!!
When One Buddy Gets Da Bright Idea ???
Tooo Start Throwin Pumpkins For Laughs !!!
Welll Weee Waited For Our Next Victim
When It Appened !!!
Da Buddy Nooo Names Mentioned !!!
Due Tooo Personal Identity Safety
& Unwanted Law Posters !!!
Grabs Da Biggest Punkin Inda Pile !!!
Heaves Off Da Over Pass Onda Smallest Car Around !!!
KaSplat Screeeeeeeeeech Slam Crash !!!
Ohhhh Chit Time Tooo RUN NOW !!!
8 Varsity Footballl Players 2 Cheerleader
& Sum Purpled Midget Clown
Crawled Outta AAA VolkWagon Sum How ???
Run !!! Run !!! III Saaay RUUUUN !!!
Its Da End Of Our Hour Of Fun !!!
Up Da Hilll Thru Da Woods Owwww Owwww
Over Rocks & Twigs
Intooo Branches Hide Hide !!!
Duck W.T.F Myyy Vuddy Hit AAA Treee !!!
lol… Butt It Didnt Get Meee !!!
III’m Freeee III’m Freee !!!
Down Da Hilll Thru AAA Near Byyy Back Yard…
Man Tomorrow Weee’re Alll Gonna Beee Scard !!!
Slippin & Slidden Alll Around…
When III Came Upon AAA Clothsline Inda Dark !!!
Flung Meee ToooDa Ground…
WitOut Sound Cept AAA Thud Inda Mud ~
In Da Pourin Rain…
Now Dat Left AAA Memorable Mark !!!
Da Pain Da Pain Bruised Ego & Alll Cut…
As Da Toad Was Down !!!
Didnt Know Which Waaay Tooo Gooo
Or Which Wasn’t Gettin Up ???
Wood III Had Come Out Better Wetter
Tooo Sweater If III’d Stood Myyy Ground !!!
& Took Da Fight ???
As III Layed Dare Wonderin Alll Thru Da Night ???
When AAA Awoke Inda Moanin & Crack Of Daylight ???
Nooo One Was Around Butt It Was One Helluva Sight !!!
Ohhhhhhh Da Bump Got Taxed Fer Sure !!!
& Dats How Da Story Gooo’s !!! & Here Iss Da Cure !!!
Moral Only Gooo’s Tooo Show !!!
You Just Dont Know ???
Less You Scout Yer Next Escape !!!
Less You Can Flyyy & Wear AAA Big S On Yer Cape !!!
Written Hitten & Shitten Byyy Da Bump
Wit More Lumps & Cuts & Bruises Dan Carters Has Liver Pillls !!!
Bump Feeels Lick Heee Got Raped Byyy Da Terrible 8
& AAA Frisky Smalll Clown !!!
Dat Looked Like AAA Great Grape Ape !!!
2 Cheer Leaders Cheerin Raw Raw Raw
Kick Him Da Weeee
Shout Slap Da Toad Intooo Next Weeek !!!
Buttt Honest Guys !!! It Wasnt Meee !!! 😯
III Feeel Da Filll III Got Corn Holed
& Punkin Pied In Myyy Eye !!!
Later Peeeps
Tilll Next Hallows Eve Bump Out ~ 😥
® TM © WITHIN…
( Advised Nut Tooo Eber Beee Mentioned Again !!! Or Tooo Beee Revised… Byyy g.T & Myyy Lawyer )
Wonderful writes…thumbs up left for all! 🙂 :love:
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Here’s a few stories from my time living in the Virgin Islands… (with a little assistance from Jimmy Buffett, one of my favorite storytellers)
They met when they were young well maybe in souls we will say
She then felt she was too good for him being she was from a
Good Catholic Family and he did not go to church.. you know then.. it mattered.
They ran in the fields and was free, free together not a worry..
Together… they knew.. they were meant to be…
She said, I am a good girl, and you cannot tell anyone we played.
Her family moved, they wrote, and promised, every year to meet.
So each year they played like clock work… She never ever told
A soul… except for him… how she felt…
Later… she moved further away… grown and matured became a
Business woman… and forgot their yearly meet…
Then One day she really needed the dire straight truth
And the purest of love with out any kind of motive.. came a call
OUT OF NO-WHERE
it was from him….. He said don’t marry him… he is all wrong!
Each year from them on.. their friendship continued…
She is married now.. and he with a new love.. yet each year..
They set a time together… and spend… soul sister and brother
Forever……………
Same time next year…
I’m wandering all alone in this big cityWith nothing to do but admire it’s beauty.I’ve always loved a night time cityIt’s always seemed to be there for me.Tear soaked eyes, swollen face, and broken heartAll alone in this colorful, lit-up dark.It reminds me a lot of my own story,The story of a broken heart is more bitter than sweet.Up and down and up and down these melancholy streetsHaving nowhere to go is a scary feeling.Love is all wonderful and awful to me.And my heart can’t seem to take another telling of this story.I wouldn’t even know how to begin…And where to end? I couldn’t even imagine…Would it be me, standing here, on this lonely little corner?I’m sure this story has been told before.I guess that’s just how it goes-Where does it end? I just don’t know…The stories have all been told I suppose,I guess that’s just the way it goes..
Night everyone and thank you for everything
Everyone of us have our stories..
We share with our Children, Grandchildren
And through-out many generations for out heritage
Maybe a legend or a Urband legend…
Or.. Just some thing fun.. we bong made up..
Yep… story tellers we all are..
Thank you all of you a blessing
The Magic in your Stories
J.T. and MM
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As I rust towards oblivion – addictions
coiled to strike
a length of
discolored surgical
tubing nests upon
the coffee table,
completing a disheveled
collage of ill trade
paraphernalia
bent, sooty spoon,
broken cigarettes without filters
burnt matchbooks
and a splay of spent points
all a grim testimony
to the adage
“old habits die hard”
which presumes
old habits don’t
first put us in
the cold, cold, ground …
“Toombstone”, “Red rum”, “China White”
empty wraps littering
the floor beneath my feet
discarded ticket stubs
to a small venue
very personal, passion play
Blissfully uninformed
that I have been up
all night signing
my own death warrant,
my words begin
to slowly drift ashore …
water logged remnants
of a broken mast
and wet splinters
from a damaged hull …
shipwrecked thoughts
on a deserted isle …
Rejuvenated by Psycho-Billy
pharmaceuticals,
Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull
and Soul Hits of the 70’s
night porters, aging relics
of a bygone age,
sloppily scrub the
sides of passenger buses
during the still
hour of midnight
at a dimly lit
Greyhound Bus station …
On the clock
lot lizards slither
into anonymous rides,
through passenger side doors
in an adjacent parking lot
They’re as likely
to “cash and dash”,
as perform deviant sexual maneuvers
but who can blame them?
They chase only
the coinage of a quick score
and a taste of comfort
for the mind afterwards.
Counter-intuitive,
carving my name in stone
after losing the
last of my fingers
to a three card
Monte dealer who
left me quite handily broke …
Rules of the street
are always learned
the hard way;
if it’s hot don’t touch it –
if it’s cold, who wants it anyway?
I know should be
saving for the monsoons,
but like everyone with
a monkey to feed,
I spend the rush
as soon as I cop ..
just another sideman
seeking shelter from
the tangle of a
big top blow down …
Prick the skin,
find the red line,
register, slam it home –
never stopping to
count the tracks of my years …
the paperboy’s late again,
in fear of delivering
what I already know,
a panic has set in
among habitues who are
this minute milking blood
for a nickel’s worth of flight,
when a dime would still not do …
Ground control can’t
find those who’ve gone before
and I’ve no reason to believe
they will reach me in time either …
Listening to the melody
of a sightless wind,
all lonesome and lost
under a boxcar trestle …
coming home means coming down
and I was born to
wander beneath the “scars”…
I don’t follow public opinion,
the verdict’s long
since been in,
soap cleans grime, ash or dirt –
but nothing washes away sin;
besides, WHO leaves flowers
on the grave of a rose anyway?
Wonderland, Wunderkind, Wanderlust;
Bag Brides and Rock Stars
never blow a fix because
it all goes up in metallic puffs
of a bang, as I pop balloons,
whose colors change day to day …
ever chasing a sugar mountain rush ..
Will I never tire of
branded highs and lows
as I rust towards oblivion?
des~