tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.comments2023-09-24T09:58:21.358-04:00Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderlandBilly Kravitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17942870242145786512noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-10647317268992526972023-02-02T17:26:50.471-05:002023-02-02T17:26:50.471-05:00You FUCKING SON OF A BITCH SELL OUT!!
YA, I TOOK ...You FUCKING SON OF A BITCH SELL OUT!!<br /><br />YA, I TOOK AWAY YOUR ABILITY TO READ AND "CONTROL" MY EMAILS.<br /><br />BUT YOU ARE AN EVIL SELFISH SELF-CENTERED LYING, STEALING MANIPULATE, KIKE!<br /><br />GO FUCK YOUR SELF WITH YOUR FUCKING REALIZATIO YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT , BACK STABBING WHILE SMILING IN YOUR FACE DESERVED TO DIE WITH HITLER ASSHOLE!!<br /><br />FUCK YOU WIL KRAVITZ FUCK YOU!<br /><br />ReplyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-88442540697812347992023-01-25T12:48:35.235-05:002023-01-25T12:48:35.235-05:00times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the ...times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.<br /><br />ReplyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-66593941136922321002023-01-25T12:47:39.297-05:002023-01-25T12:47:39.297-05:00Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the ...Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-26173501408596542652023-01-25T12:42:37.758-05:002023-01-25T12:42:37.758-05:00Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the ...Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-16515166318381807582023-01-25T12:41:57.970-05:002023-01-25T12:41:57.970-05:00times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the ...times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.<br /><br />ReplyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-25661756124770266592022-11-13T16:31:58.024-05:002022-11-13T16:31:58.024-05:00Love, Ron. Love, Ron. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-44273466777857921982022-11-13T15:27:02.110-05:002022-11-13T15:27:02.110-05:00Stop. Step. Skip. Stop. His sound resonating with ...Stop. Step. Skip. Stop. His sound resonating with each breath shared to fond the other. Skip. Skip. Stop. Step. Let me know each diffusult his step was ro return. Stop. Step. Skip. Our heads bowec when greeting the other. The heart of our home, our Blue Healer stepped, stop, stood not , as I was,, that the sought the other. Matching a deep breath, each stopped, skipped and stood. Home again. Home Again, despite each other's injuries bodied. TWO souls met, match, were taken apart. Only the two could tump to know in harmony, they stood. Knowing they had found #HomeAgain. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-61662629196619287852022-10-17T13:47:11.772-04:002022-10-17T13:47:11.772-04:00Hii nice reading your blogHii nice reading your blogHard Drive Repairs New Orleanshttps://www.hard-drive-repairs.com/us/louisiana-hard-drive-recovery/hard-drive-repairs-new-orleans.shtmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-61820653686928797132022-07-31T04:25:41.982-04:002022-07-31T04:25:41.982-04:00Share your thoughts and opinions lest you decide t...Share your thoughts and opinions lest you decide to unknowingly cancel your membership cards are no good here. Just your indvidual voice of adventures from West Yorkshire LOOK for tales of summers wished by the ocean or be smart and READ tales from the worlds most elite in England who dont toss their tea into the ocean. My my what the fish may have thought of that discolored water. MEMORIZE not your location on a map but by foot as you treval through Pennsylvania cobble stone roads. Only three to start and only two can be in your budget? No one is charging for you to read only enjoy. Be ware of soothe sayers mooring the night light as we folk here say, "When everything is everywhere what choices do you make?" Our great orrator Wil Kravitz never wicked while kidding joking or reviving a hoped for shadow of tge moon. Enjoy. Read. Comment. Thank you. We're always here to help. KEEP READING to join in on the conversation. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-87679114141774916692022-06-29T22:43:36.187-04:002022-06-29T22:43:36.187-04:00Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the ...Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-26399798104440745782022-06-25T03:40:25.176-04:002022-06-25T03:40:25.176-04:00Interestingg thoughtsInterestingg thoughtsElisa Chttps://www.elisacaldwell.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-9749423841290411122022-06-24T13:33:11.739-04:002022-06-24T13:33:11.739-04:00And in those eyes there was a path there was a lan...And in those eyes there was a path there was a lane there was a street the boulevard a bridge where the two could meet and when they did their eyes they said I know what you need to say without having to say it I want to say the same thing too step by step we paid through knowing that the next step we may not get to see through on the cobblestone streets Our Lives did meet and when the bridges became entwined the tears dried up I knew I could be mine and you know you could be yours we could be us time would endureAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-88432211551611847252022-05-31T02:43:22.608-04:002022-05-31T02:43:22.608-04:00The key to opening a door is to know it has a lock...The key to opening a door is to know it has a lock. The key is the one in your head. The mind was never considered a terrible thing to waste unless you tossed your meal of some vagrant, legionnare, symposia or door knocker dumby who just happenrd to see your pearly white smile right before you devoured their face,, limbs,, and all the juicy gooey messiness of being human DISAPPEARS. Internalized into your racious innards now competing for nature or nature to seize it's daily course of beet red droplets lingering in the "hanging-void" of the now and then fleash barer to the "who was that again" you exclaim dismissively while tossing their clothing into a bursting fire. Waiting for those bones to simmer, saviors sections specifically selected for you by "the creator". Oh but don't be presumptuous as if you get to cherry pick the pit and stem? Nope. When everything is everywhere the only choice to make is to rite of passage that demonic soul-seekers curiosity and make them believe every worst thing about themselves, every doubt is your appetizer.. Every apprehension is your crude te and the main course feeling their freshly gashed out walking dinner plate into your belly at once.. Curing any ailment,, malady, or any imperfection you suffered from from being human.into the trash. Everything cueing everywhere doesn't apply when your feasting on a singular human body. They are softer than Vampires, some smell good, others spoil in everything they don't deny themselves. Food, water, shelter is the main marathon most humans are raised to hunt and hunt again just to have a single meal can take days, weeks a day if months you are probably not aware of the witches who mock you, the trolls who search endlessly for the freshest bite. That way the more Virginia or innocent the collecting the less others will envy enough to steal from you. Yes, many times over we we spek Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-40938125052876140972022-05-30T23:19:50.236-04:002022-05-30T23:19:50.236-04:00He did have to have Devil's soon learn from ch...He did have to have Devil's soon learn from choices from what she made from everything was everywhere what was 12 do you learn to figure things out for himself which is what my father taught me not to do Reliance somebody else depend on somebody else you'll never make it how you figure it out on your own what could you order those none not one single letter nothing a word that not a single sentence in that is correct as much as I value his opinion when he came down to the true threat of doing the job and doing the work is what I treasure the most he was naturally into the mechanical parts of life like cars and planes and spaceships that flew into parts of the world that even a vampire can't go we all know that we're bound to this Earth by gravity and if we float away then well we're no longer flesh or blood or bones are skin or hair or nails so the float away in such a way that one could just be waitlist it's how they call you it's how they get you until they preserve you and your reverence reverence of that moment when they first discovered you the castle a time capsule they just want to send you the moon and never have changed for a million years I only want that capsule back that's it because it's no record of having been able to communicate with somebody else that they do you know how to talk to but didn't even know that knew that they could talk or how did they talk was it clicks and Taps and or is that poops in sing songs or was it straight up ABCDEFG we'll never know because the other worlds out there with other aliens that are soon as we vampires of this Earth will never be discovered by any living living on it right now go to treasure that moment I need to have that weightlessness when reading the pages of these here in you'll discover do you have wings whose feathers you never knew could flyTammy Christianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09644749262654500819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-33248902034914749082021-12-07T18:08:44.175-05:002021-12-07T18:08:44.175-05:00Enter left then right front and center stages of l...Enter left then right front and center stages of life and entry cues allude those with immortality.<br /><br />Like finding a-one-in-a-millon-dollar-diamond in the rough is for the flesh dwellers, we here are hard pressed baked burnt and reborn in a light's reflection of the sun we here at vampirewonderland.blogspot.com become when we are "culled". A sparkle, fleck, reflect of the moons shining glory, true diamonds can only be found in the dark at night. <br /><br />PhiladelphiaAtNight's square illuminated by the flesh ground, gilded, polished , cut and shown for all its glory. <br /><br />A true blue, Go Blue For Autism, yes, mny spectrums every hue has one. <br /><br />Unlike everywhere else when everything is, our faithful leader, tribes master, shaman known to everyone when they are. ., <br /><br />(William) "Billy" Kravitz is not unfaithful, not forlorn or wi ckid in his step towards the devices err, "social platforms" as they are called now.<br /><br />Back before time could count on itself to be on time, the glow of Billy's light to pursue, percervier, protect and "promote" the lost, cast asides to common folk or as they say, "knock-offs" ypu willnot find here.<br /><br />Each of us are our version of reflections we may not just not get to see but are. <br /><br />We are. We are reflections in your steam filled coffe cup, the huh-huh on the window shield of yours, the morning crispness of protection through preservation is kept within these pages", pixels" letters or numbers only one you are; a person with a name, here. <br /><br />Live, laugh, love, read, reply get involved with the teller of tales Here!. <br /><br />For they are the present of night, the blanket of day and when everything is everywhere, what choices do you make?<br /><br />Greet us. Meet us. We were once human too. GlamrKid NYC/Ron Woodardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04695176769279086687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-76332401218745687932021-11-10T17:30:52.176-05:002021-11-10T17:30:52.176-05:00when not attended to. when not attended to. GlamrKid NYC/Ron Woodardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04695176769279086687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-19047958644285874062021-11-10T17:29:13.757-05:002021-11-10T17:29:13.757-05:00Beautiful Wil "Billy" Kravitz has had li...<br /><br />Beautiful Wil "Billy" Kravitz has had little knowledge about our futures. And based upon his past, even he has questions, but "When Everything Is Everywhere, what choices do you make?".<br /><br />Choices not as in what you're going to wear or if you use body wash or soap to bath. Who cares? <br /><br />Billy does. when he befriends you a strangely intoxicating family. magical sibling with grace,posture and impecibal breeding in your mirror's reflection will appear to all those who think they have secrets on you. Hailing Mary in tge darkness of a medicine chested bathroom folklore holds no water to Billy's trurh. Which to some may seem somehow disconnected at first..,<br /><br />All your secrets are never really only known by yourself even if your secrets have cost you your life. Or the face of a stupid drunks' Rouge’s determination. <br /><br />To KNOW Billy i.e., Sir William Kravitz is to know how only you can breath, live and pray.<br /><br />Finding your the truth may force you to reliquinish nasty habits, bunyonnes left unattended and the ever needing mani-pedi. <br /><br />Those choices can only lead to trouble…or something even more sinister.<br />GlamrKid NYC/Ron Woodardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04695176769279086687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-20814495416124914332021-09-22T02:14:36.069-04:002021-09-22T02:14:36.069-04:00Many of yesterdays resolutions existed because we ...Many of yesterdays resolutions existed because we solved the conflicts when they first arose. Rather than elevating and devaluing the then increasing culling population, people were uneducated to disbelieve not only their abilities but time was truly on their sides. "The care no longer needs to focused on ne'er do wells a daring touch to the unknown social programs created by the unculled. Soccer moms, dads who worked too much, most of knew those programs would fly or fail. <br /><br />And I disagree, this is why no unculled person knows that their lives will be eternal, ever lasting and boring at times. However, those vein enough tended to take care of others first. What this paradigm proved was that the flux in time disorientated even the staunchest of characters. But water to mountain rock, water always won. Its liquid damage cheering on how little a human produced liquids when they either spat or peed. "We need to care for those who can not for themselves". A duty point boild into every receny culled. <br /><br />How can you be a valire or ess if you have fluids pulsating through your veins? You can't. <br /><br />Actusl truth. Its those scars most eons old hold as if a crown on their heads, heaviest because they too wear one. in other words follow the advice of ylur elders, treasure the short life times you will have with them. The golden goose can not produce an egg if does not know it will be valued. <br /><br />Don't EVER forget that. Ever. GlamrKid NYC/Ron Woodardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04695176769279086687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-70577337176425328952021-08-01T11:20:09.892-04:002021-08-01T11:20:09.892-04:00Unbelievable. You're making all this up. You c...Unbelievable. You're making all this up. You couldn't possibly be THAT OLD? <br /><br />Billy turns his head and tips the brow of his ball cap slightly above the rim of his dark framed glasses.<br /><br />Thoughtful of how his words might have a contridicting effect stumbles for the RIGHT words.<br /><br />Asking Sara how she deals with being alone for the vast majority of her existence. The space between one another being as close as a leaf to a tree branch. No. Like a grain of sand on the beach. No. <br /><br />Billy is desperate for the unifying words to close the gaps of time not only celebrated but lost in time.<br /><br />Being alone, like most vampires, is just how things are. Regardless of how many times peopls being mortal or immortal mean nothing to him anymore. <br /><br />Not since the best of the best of his companions ceases to exist. A heavy heart longers between them now. Times treasured and memories saved then unsisely spent. <br /><br />A tome to being young and impulsive. Electticity couldn't strike the lightning bolt of pain felt at the loss of those memories, mentally then physically erased.<br /><br />No grave even to go to. Sara sees how Billy saw how each grew aside one another, she too feels the depth of regret. <br /><br />Sara reaches for Billy's hand as they walk along in silence. The warmth of their palms intertwined reminds thwm both of what it was like to haVe been human. All gooey and messy inside. Vampires have organs. No cause for concern of the time either.<br /><br />Walking together a glance again towards Sara, then Billy lowers his ball cap hiding the tear raging to be set free. <br /><br />Billy bites down hard on his tongue to keep the sound of his wanti ng to speak at bay.<br /><br />He too sees Sara reacting in the exact same way. Sbe holds their hands a little tighter, pulls Billy towards hercheek and kisses him on the cheeks while lovingly wiping away the moisture from his eyes.<br /><br />They meet at eye level, blink blink, they both flutter their eyelashes, turn their gaze at the path before them and quietly disappear into the night. GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-53424718193933014372021-08-01T10:43:17.510-04:002021-08-01T10:43:17.510-04:00Vampire Lord --> BRILLIANT!Vampire Lord --> BRILLIANT!GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-23252703702962520002021-08-01T10:41:06.103-04:002021-08-01T10:41:06.103-04:00i've know you 7 years already?
Holy Cow, wher...i've know you 7 years already?<br /><br />Holy Cow, where does the time go?GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-14062482767796405732021-03-06T22:42:06.452-05:002021-03-06T22:42:06.452-05:00"Cheers to now and for today, tomorrow, for t..."Cheers to now and for today, tomorrow, for the past, present and future, 'tis Sir William ("Billy" or "Wil" who've known him before he was "culled"). To health, hapiness for we journey together upon the 'morrow, echoing in the halls of yester years I give once, I give two and a three cheers!"<br /><br />Spirits were high and enveloped in the warmth of the, now vacant, rooms of the ivy engulfed from years of neglect (or respect, court's still out on that one) hanging like forgotten laundry in the wind. Voices never change. Tones mature Age. Grow. Live and teach others how to learn. Correct or nit there was a pounding in the echos sound. Brick never speaks, but walls, open windows to the dumbwaiters empty space haunting the brownstome to a chill never felt so deeply before. Should the rooms be closed and locked or clothed and tapestries withstanding, does a threadbare item still retain its warmth at days end and thru nights cold? So many questions, hearts broken find home within these walls. GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-58722047018031915492021-02-17T11:32:23.415-05:002021-02-17T11:32:23.415-05:00A meal, two, three, breakfast, afternoon tea a liq...A meal, two, three, breakfast, afternoon tea a liquid diet for lunch, supper and dinner always the merriment swirled the moaring of the alligators swimming like snakes on sand err "fish out of water". <br /><br />A what a match that would strike! The embodiement of yoour enternal past, as it is with "us" (the vampirinas and O's). ., crossing the dots and dotting the eyes which supplantandgly gaze upon which nit a wreckage or battle scarred ship to to mast at its bottle popped champagne'ing glory. Set sail and glorify not the destination but each journeys' step towards the seperated but equadistanced desired locations.<br /><br />Some say that as a very matter of fact it is within each if us who live, thrive, die are only to be reborn "here"..<br /><br />,<br /><br />#VampireWonderland.Blogsot.com<br /><br />Tell 'em.Billy sent ya! ;) GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-47013774060655253942021-02-01T18:27:00.185-05:002021-02-01T18:27:00.185-05:00And what abilities agility and talent it takes to ...And what abilities agility and talent it takes to at least fake it until you make it. <br /><br />The words ringing in Sara's ear. The Beauty Pageants of amd any talentless politicos would shudder at her sheer volume of knowledge of what ome thinks is not unknown. <br /><br />Too much decorative talent gets lost in the trypitic forums hallz passage ways and endless staircases that connect direct confuse and protrude jauntingly with a wind of chester wood or cedared floorings of her once everyday visited rooms deserted. <br /><br />Paintimgs of the workds moat renowned painters hung from the wallz as if they coukd leap into conversation with other when no one else wad around.<br /><br />Sara pondered and queeried about her long nightzms spent hoping to if not be but understand their talented scales, dimenions and geometrically placed nuances' within each of each's own work.<br /><br />Talent such as those who's works of art dress her cocoon. The ivy leafed, mooss overgrown home had still become fruitful after all the centuries she and the brownstone had with hiod.<br /><br />Barkerz, Lawyers, Doctors, Artists, Dignitararies from the world over have either walked, danced, met, died, danced or slumbered were in shadows yhemselves upon the barrier called home.<br /><br />A lifetime of stories from every person who had (and many still do) graced the halls or walls of her home.<br /><br />Time has no talent. People Do. Faith does. Hope does. And love has more talent in her home than she could haver hoped for.<br /><br /><br />Evrry one she knew, knows, has met and yet nit, reside within each stroke of a brush on each painting on her walls.<br /><br />These are my Friends. I am happy, grateful and content. <br /><br />And as she spoke each word again, switch by switch each light would be turned off. <br /><br />In the dark is where her heart knows that that takes talent.<br /><br />To live blindfolded to day dwellers but life as it was to her; it's only the dark can one see best, trip, skip rise fall and repeat. <br /><br />The wood flooring creaking the echos of her steps for at long ladt she has foubd her light in the dark. <br /><br /><br />GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354650599869853066.post-70876128896829091942021-01-04T06:52:16.827-05:002021-01-04T06:52:16.827-05:00Ah! The wind does but onky need whisper of the dec...Ah! The wind does but onky need whisper of the decending nights blanketed canvas. Vistas vastly well known by the hands not tides of time. Clasping one another in a rhythmatic motion to "cleanse" ones based upon current deviance; mind body or soul. <br /><br />Though the truth may be harder to see than a lie, the hands that wring out the wet clothes or strip the bird bare of its feathers cascading like rumors thrown into the air. Our gentle scribe bares the white knuckled edges of his trusted pen that strikes a match setting fire or rebirth amongst us "culled" folk.<br /><br />It's not a great misunderstanding or an impossible obastacle yet undefeated. Think only of the first last or best time "when". You'll find we are here. A trove of roaming spirits existing in the either.<br /><br />Smoke signals provide the distance to be had but the fire determines the lenghts in which you embark on and which ones to step aside of or to be brave. <br /><br />Bravity like Chivalry is nit a trade, mark or a lost art. Feeling uninspired? Don't dismsy. Here within these synapsis' of creaturss there lay a beast to rival. A man that can not be in lost hope for or who's gallantry unshared. Indulge your mind. Nurture your spirit and lighten your heart. <br /><br />We will nit bite. Unless provoked. But then agsin you can not rattle the cage of an unfed tiger for too long. <br /><br />It's the scope of humanity, morals and unique qualities that form our crew.<br /><br />Read on.Join. After one bite, you'll be able to throw a flame faster than the flick of a match. <br /><br />It's the pen that strikes the match! GlamrKidRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08225810344708771943noreply@blogger.com