Accusations fly high emanating from a pseudo activist.

Suspect of flirtations disseminating ‘gainst this verbal strategist.



A bag of dust must have been smuggled in from the Kremlin.

I dispute & rebuke this little wet Mogwai turned gremlin.



A defeat would be only overshadowed by one diversion.

Lone heart beats in the beasts’ clutches jaded with vile perversions.



I am no one waiting for somebody to show me everything.

I'm just small potatoes looking for a WHOLE LOT OF BUTTER.

If miracles happen daily can I get mine with a side of onion rings?

I hope my daughter doesn’t marry a meat-head like Sally Struthers.



Rest my dome around the globe but reside in the Bay.

Stare in the sky, arrogance blinds my eyes almost every day.


Even our winters got Sun up in it while other states are freezing.

I only leave here for tropical heat warmer than our colder season.



No teasing!

I’m so real, that’s just the only way to live.

So pleasing!

Climb your highest emotional peak exploring all we have to give.



½ soldier ½ saint, cook, clean and eat organic.

Beating my drums keeps the doldrums from taking over very long.

Steer around drama, calm when others start to panic.

When leaving my living room I always sound the gong.



Petulance only leaves a revolting impression.

Intelligence keeps folks on their toes.

Specialist I suppose at having haters guessing.

Hope I live long enough to own the 1st flying Rolls.


I’m on the road to recovery from the right lady not loving me.

Healing hearts sure do take their sweet time.

Life incarceration in passions chains vying to be set free.

Insatiably covet this torture watching & waiting in Loves line.

peace

Namaste' my friend,
let the wind take you, as i leave i too sound the gong