can you count with your right foot?
luv ya P man

where is Pony? is he bizzy with the ladies?

I can't think of the kid's show, but the line is:
There's a party in my tummy
So yummy
So yummy

anyways, it gets stuck sometimes...

Every little girl wants a pony

I look around at
What that person was
I can see the care used
In things made and chosen
I see his version of a home
I live in what that person was

I am not sure when the
Continental shift caused
Our lives to drift,
Drift apart
As untied boats from docks do
The distance between the two
Too far for recovery

I look around and see
What that person was
And
It is sad
To lose a person tied to me
And I am the person who shed
The leash
Never telling the person who was
Good-bye

The Bricklayer constructs well.

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I'll fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue

Look and you will find me
Find me and you will see
My eyes do shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood does pump within these veins
A heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain
This old crow caws and caws again

And swoops across the swaying wheat
To where the field and ocean meet
I alight upon his outstretched arm
Reeling from his pleasant charm

The silent wind has touched my face
Where gentle kisses he did place
My chest burns hot from deep within
My heart cries out to only him

His smile turns day to bluest night
And moonbeams glow as stars shine bright
He yearns for his woman far away
Though in his heart she will always stay

I rest my weary head to sleep
From sky through fields to oceans deep
And dream of when our lips will meet
Our bodies meld, our love complete

What comes to lovers on the fly?
What tie can bind a roving eye?
If love is blind, why do we look?
And by the cover judge the book?

For none shall scale that mountain high
If actions on the surface lie
The tether leashed you to the ground
Where shadows of our dreams are found.

Look toward me raven if you dare
In your future you'll see I care
If patience serves I'll see you there

"Doesn't think farting is a mating call"

Tea, well done
I often wonder why the search criteria does not have qualities like that listed.

"Good at fixing things"
"Likes leftovers even better the second time around"
"Only cares about waxing the car, like ladies natural"
I could go on and on

If you find a gal like Pony you are L-U-C-K-Y!
Really, good luck to you.
shame on you Journey

I doubt yours is empty

email

don't want to be the writer

Of an unwanted email

A mail responded by kindness

Like an unwanted gift

Thanked for in kindness

The politeness of responding

To a mail not waited for

A false alarm for the one mail

Anticipated

Causing a heart to sink

No,

I do not want to be the author of

An unwanted email

What color are his eyes?
Does it matter?
Yes
It helps me visualize

Does he wear a scent?
One I might sample
At the
Men's cologne counter?

If I knew his eyes,
I would find a stone of the same
Color
And wear it around my neck

If I knew his scent
I might try some on my
Skin
Where only he would leave it

Who is this person?
Is he real or is he fiction?
This mystery man of
My imagination

"It does not matter"
I told myself
The sweetest memory is of
Romanced unknowns

pray for me

I am exhausted. I am going to make a grilled ham and cheese and watch some Pretty Little Liars now. I need to escape. I need to escape.

I'm out of steam. It is just a method for awareness of a problem. Alcohol and drug abuse is enough of an issue to stage a car wreck with dead students at a high school.
Some people will not voluntarily walk in to treatment(of any sort) but seeing it on the street on the way to the bank may give that person some pause.

My daughter would walk with me-and she is not an alcoholic.

I did not know sobriety as a whole and AA were so tightly bound together. My mistake.

The topic was a sobriety walk. not an AA walk. My twisted logic: Gee if there are enough people to fill a meeting room a couple nights a week, there may be more than just me willing to crawl out of the woodwork to do a walk. The woodwork being their homes, not a meeting room.

Hi Tea,
I am glad you get it. I have done Heart walks, Aides walks, Breast Cancer walks and never-yet suffered the disease, BUT, I support the lifestyle and awareness these people are walking for.