I had a devil of a time getting this down. What should have taken less than 30 minutes, took at least an hour and a half. The devils and pig-slick hickory-dickory donkey dongs were slinging their shit at me like a fan when the real donkey poop caresses its blades. Damn! Couldn't spell worth a darn, wrote some words twice or three times, and this shit-dick keyboard can't think of even the most simple words to let loose.
Anyway, here it is, ready or not, done while sipping a cholcolate shake, eating greasy bacon and putting-off our gnashing at the teeth, little rhumba dancing hound who had to pee!
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It's not the path that's taken on which you wish to achieve your dreams and the joy your soul so desires and deserves.
No, my friend, tis the adventures along the way, whether flowers so succulent and beautiful, little children that laugh and smile, mothers heavy in the bosom with joy so freely given by the wonderous Universe, the winding rivers and trickling brocks, the snow-capped mountains that adorn your long and arduous journey and the sunshine that lights your passage into forever.
Rather, my friend, tis a path, sometimes barren and bitter to the soul, a way calloused with the bankrupt souls of ages past, the flowers scorched and wrinkled by the sun's brutal and torturous and unbending rays that reaches out with out to wipe clean an already
dismal and drying land, nor the mountains that have lost their luster and their graceful and white glory that reached for the heavenly stars.
Tis not the dirty and polluted rivers that flow with a dying ecstasy, the trees that have lost their luster and courage to allow the wind to gently
caress their once strong limbs. No, friend, tis not the tortured creatures, eagles that have flown far above the withered land.
Rather, tis, my friend of long ago, a path ridden with the down-trodden, those with gnashing teeth, ugly old men who fouled have the unsuspecting maidens, sick and unforgiving greedy money-changers, the weak of mind and soul who spread their seeds of ugliness and nauseous poisons throughout a once pure and gracious land, the deviant sickos that torture, rape and defile someone's innocent and beloved child that so desires to face an uncaring and tarnished land.
No, my friend, tis none of these. Rather, it is a path taken by the strong and mighty, those of old who have passed the tests that adorned their way, the warriors that sing the songs of the soul, the courageous and mighty angels that caress the flowers of gold, the undaunted givers of love and kindness that speaks softly to the lost and unforgiven, hardly taken by the weak and miserable.
Tis a path that leads you to the true and gracious heavens, the golden light that fills the soul with greatness and dignity, a path generous with succulent morsels of a smorusboard of heavenly wine and a table garnished with golden desires in a land of plenty, unspoiled benevolence.
Tis a path, long and arduous journey that can lead you astray when you unerringly try to change its ways, call the birds something the Universe cannot embrace. A way given only to those that do not spoil it by calling it names it does no know, a path strewn with leaves of hate, desolation and ugliness, where sick preachers speak words that carry no meaning and only serve to create a world unforgiving.
So, my friend, let tell you this: walk off that illusion of a stage, open the door to freedom, walk into the sunshine and create a world of joy where your loftiness dreams persist, where angels speak the love of life and breath the life-giving soul into the bosom of an unborn child, where hate-filled vendors of tarnished gold fool those wanting it all.
Then, my friend, you will know that you have found your way, a path not stolen, a
given freely by the Mother that births the freedom that covers an unending land of bountiful goodness where eagles sore with those snow-
capped mountains of glory and immortal creation does reign, where, you my friend, will sojourn into Forever to become your heart's desire and live the dreams your soul so desires and ardently deserves.
Anyway, here it is, ready or not, done while sipping a cholcolate shake, eating greasy bacon and putting-off our gnashing at the teeth, little rhumba dancing hound who had to pee!
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It's not the path that's taken on which you wish to achieve your dreams and the joy your soul so desires and deserves.
No, my friend, tis the adventures along the way, whether flowers so succulent and beautiful, little children that laugh and smile, mothers heavy in the bosom with joy so freely given by the wonderous Universe, the winding rivers and trickling brocks, the snow-capped mountains that adorn your long and arduous journey and the sunshine that lights your passage into forever.
Rather, my friend, tis a path, sometimes barren and bitter to the soul, a way calloused with the bankrupt souls of ages past, the flowers scorched and wrinkled by the sun's brutal and torturous and unbending rays that reaches out with out to wipe clean an already
dismal and drying land, nor the mountains that have lost their luster and their graceful and white glory that reached for the heavenly stars.
Tis not the dirty and polluted rivers that flow with a dying ecstasy, the trees that have lost their luster and courage to allow the wind to gently
caress their once strong limbs. No, friend, tis not the tortured creatures, eagles that have flown far above the withered land.
Rather, tis, my friend of long ago, a path ridden with the down-trodden, those with gnashing teeth, ugly old men who fouled have the unsuspecting maidens, sick and unforgiving greedy money-changers, the weak of mind and soul who spread their seeds of ugliness and nauseous poisons throughout a once pure and gracious land, the deviant sickos that torture, rape and defile someone's innocent and beloved child that so desires to face an uncaring and tarnished land.
No, my friend, tis none of these. Rather, it is a path taken by the strong and mighty, those of old who have passed the tests that adorned their way, the warriors that sing the songs of the soul, the courageous and mighty angels that caress the flowers of gold, the undaunted givers of love and kindness that speaks softly to the lost and unforgiven, hardly taken by the weak and miserable.
Tis a path that leads you to the true and gracious heavens, the golden light that fills the soul with greatness and dignity, a path generous with succulent morsels of a smorusboard of heavenly wine and a table garnished with golden desires in a land of plenty, unspoiled benevolence.
Tis a path, long and arduous journey that can lead you astray when you unerringly try to change its ways, call the birds something the Universe cannot embrace. A way given only to those that do not spoil it by calling it names it does no know, a path strewn with leaves of hate, desolation and ugliness, where sick preachers speak words that carry no meaning and only serve to create a world unforgiving.
So, my friend, let tell you this: walk off that illusion of a stage, open the door to freedom, walk into the sunshine and create a world of joy where your loftiness dreams persist, where angels speak the love of life and breath the life-giving soul into the bosom of an unborn child, where hate-filled vendors of tarnished gold fool those wanting it all.
Then, my friend, you will know that you have found your way, a path not stolen, a
given freely by the Mother that births the freedom that covers an unending land of bountiful goodness where eagles sore with those snow-
capped mountains of glory and immortal creation does reign, where, you my friend, will sojourn into Forever to become your heart's desire and live the dreams your soul so desires and ardently deserves.
