thank-you and yup, I found the full song

Thank you, Jesus, he learned to google - Whoot!

Oh lord, do forgive me, "bless the little Pigmies in Africa", and teach this man to google the proper words.

You're too cute, woman!

I wonder if Bobby Bear was a cowboy once. This reminds me of his song, "The Winner!"


(Disclaimer: This post is in no wayyyyyy meant to remind you of Marie LeVoux, so pleeeeeaaaaaase let us stay away from that yell, lmao!)

Sometimes sight is NOT necessary. Let the feel be the draw. That breeze is a powerful ally lending sensory aid to many!

Better dirt than the bucket!Sh'up!!!!!

Oy vay, back at'cha, babe!

A quiet soothing breeze
kisses the flowers of the meadow.

A lone man
humbly walks among the flowers.

Gently, reverently,
light fingers trace
the bloom, whose fragrance
is so subtle
yet strongly compelling.

He bends down,
grazing his cheek
against her petals
inhaling her essence.

He appreciates
the gift of her meadow home
and builds nearby, so as not
to disturb or change her.
His only desire -
to be as close as possible
as he dances with her through life.

Am I expired? Has our friendship expired? We both know my purpose and here we are. Will that purpose expand as I learn and grow while living life, more than likely. Can that purpose be more than one as in multifaceted - you betcha' baby, you betcha! I think life and all its rollercoasters and amusement park rides or lack of them (ugh, I can't imagine having missed that roller coaster period even though sometimes, I think I've been band from the park, lol)and one's purpose are tied up together when you meet the challenges or not - you still have your path and be and become with a co-creative ability. Sometimes the connections are hard to make until hindsight lends a hand. You are your purpose and yes, honeybunny, like all life it is a beautiful balanced one. Doesn't always feel so, but look back and tell me what ya see, then look to the present and tell me what ya think?

KACE, I didn't know you had GREEN eyes! Guess what, Mr. Mansy, I finished his sentences and rolled with his thoughts within two days of meeting him. As for the break, nahhhh, he's a much better ball buster than I am, but you're right up there with that Raz-ma-bility so when you pick yourself back up off the floor from rollin around laughin, you smart**O(P)&*(&^^&*)(*(&^(&^&*^*(& give me a cheek - Oy, to be blessed with smartass, brothers - I tell ya what!!!

Rev's your engine, hell You'll rev each other's engines, the computers will be pretty much in sync, and you'll both feel like great models ever created and enjoy sharing a garage! Then you'll know that's the mechanic/body man for chu'!

When it's time, you sing it, sister! Enjoy the humming until then

The journey can suck, but mmmmmm, well worth the process/wait.

With that gorgeous smile of yours and your you-ness, girllllll, he will indeed be a very blessed and thankful man!

Ouch, yup, had a couple of friends that dealt/deal with emotional pain this way. It is hard to know about and for some very hard to understand any sense of reason behind it, and trying to find new ways of expressing that pain both putting words to it and expelling the actual pain, ughhhh I agree well done on a rough subject....

Whoot following a bliss filled sigh - nicely done, Angel woman, very nicely done.......

Ohhhh ye'asssss and wah owe it awl to Mangle! (In an overdone Scarlet O'Hara accent), but this truly is where we met and yeah, it's still all good - couple of rough spots, but nothin God awful, thankfully!

On a gentle breeze,
A sweet lilac scent -
Its fragile whisper drifts
Through the air
Like a mystical spirit
Manipulating this eagle's flight.
Soft shadows dance in my mind
Waltzing in the candlelight;
Silhouettes in a loving embrace.
As I listen to the symphony of nature,
Seeing her soul in streams of moonlight.
My eyes gaze upon the petals of lilacs
Like soft silk she wears
As we sway in a loving embrace.
Exhausted breaths shatter the night
Easing into a rhythm of delight.
Exploring the borders of reality
Our lips together whisper
A lustful, loving tune.
As a cloud casts darkness across the room,
The love of the lilac comes to bloom.






ohhhh thank-you, I feeeel sooooo much better now!

Damn you, Hondo! I remember where the inspiration for that one came from BTW, can I edit that one now, can I, can I huh-huh? lmao!

This one will always be one of my top 5 favorites of your writes.