Discovered The Avett Brothers with this song…
and now love sparkles through out
side streets not so lonely
which led to this song…
is your day starting
on a different note
with whiskey and rye
will senseless violence ensue?
a good day to listen to music
The Avett Brothers
instrumental to making this day grand! 🎶 🎵💜🕊
the gurgling water
sucks your voice dry
cup the air
to my ear
no recollection of sound
to tell me -disappear
i don’t want you
to go either
desperate for seduction
from this monotone tapping
Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.
Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.
No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.
i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.
What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…
he has messed -up
more than before
ticklings tossed -around
outside of me
i may never
meet such a man -again
covered in satin
words edged in diamonds
born in his throat
the fire sparked through
never heard a syllable
the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder
our hearts beating faster
he hides in my hair
a stinger barette
left behind to chew
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Lines
1-93 heading out of Boston. 4/27/2018
Old North Church. Boston. 4/28/2018
Random building. Random Street. North End Boston. 4/28/2018
Found out the name of one of the widest cable-stayed bridges in the world: Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge. There will be plenty of photos of this bridge to come. It is stunning!! (No rain today 4/28/2018.)
And automatically, the words became sentences, with stems and petals. Forced from the fertile soil, stories grew arms and legs. They not only held her dreams but they carried her to lands far away.
People have no idea what’s going on in my head. Most days i wish i didn’t either.
Break the Yoke, 3/20/2018
This is my final post in response to A Guy Called Bloke and if you follow the above link, you will receive double motivation. 😉✌🏼
Ok. So, I am sitting at Hash Imports, waiting for my Jag. The garage door bit off a chunk of the trunk (aka boot for Englanders) and the damaged plith is being put back on the car’s booty!!! Hurrah 😄! They tell me it should take an hour. (Long story how this happened which i am not going to explain.)
Regarding English and its many forms, and reasons why it is difficult to learn, even for English-born speakers, here is a handy How to Understand English Words. Since i will be moving to Boston soon, this The Wicked Good Guide to Boston English or Ten Words to Know in Boston will come in handy for other reasons. BTW I love me some chowdah. Which i made over the weekend with Lake Erie caught walleye. So yum 😋!
Since i will be walking, biking or taking public transport in Boston, what will happen to my Jag? Hurt feelings much? But that’s what the country side is for… motoring in my Jag to the ocean and mountain vistas!!! Cannot wait. 😝 ⛰ 🌊
because of this ❤️✌🏼🎶🎶🎶 J
A Guy called Bloke nominated me to share my motivations and I happily oblige, feeling motivated to share my inner thoughts. Why not? 😜💕✌🏼
Glad you bother to read my posts at all! What, with all your responsibilities, who am i to take up your time?
This is the path unfolding before me. A red carpet spread to the ends of the earth, piled high with rocks and sand and twigs and leaves. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and promise of new Days. While Nights wander aimlessly toward silence and i reside peacefully as billions of stars awaken.
Oh! This too! Or better yet, make some of your own art! Grab a brush, paint, and go! 🎨 ☔️🌵🌼🍄🍁🍂🐾 J🕊🎶🎶🎶