I hope this information helps. There are certainly more choices, but I believe these to be excellent, and very suitable for your purposes..... all the best to you my friend

Someone left the cake out in the rain...... must have been me I am not a cook you know.  I am officially banned in 29 states from cooking.... so I don't know if I can take it, It did take so long to bake it. Now where did I put that recipie again???? LOST!!!!!  what ever will I do .... But it does Look so lovely there with the stripes all running down in the rain..... Oh the PAIN ( note to myself, must never do this again!)  But who am I to say? In the scheme of things this may be the way. So I'll sit back and enjoy it today, from my recliner, looking through my window, as the icing is slowly running down.... so slowly making a puddle on the ground. As I look the colors all mix and swirl ..... my word it has turned into the face of a girl !

Is this a dream? is this what it seems? and the party is so soon.... I know just what to do, I'll run to Sams Club and by two! they'll never know the difference, It will all be hidden behind the fence! Alas an answer I can do

....... wouldn't YOU ??????

Chris

cookin' ain't my thang, I just can't get in the swang, but if I can buy it.... I always know what to brang..... Brownies with that secret little twang.... people love them , more than spiking the punch.... get ready for one WILD lunch  see you all there...... now don't be square

Now wait just a dogone minit..... who mentioned McAuther Park?????    HUSH!!!!!

Happy  Valentines day I hope you all will be mine

May your day be filled with Happiness.... and maybe even Love  <3

Chris

Delilah may have cut the hair from his head

but in his heart, his strength was not dead

at last between two columns he stood

though they were stone, they fell like wood

with the jaw of an ass, hundreds he slew

guess it don't matter what Delilah do.

A man is a man, woman at his side

just don't give her scissors or a ring

or make her your bride.

If you fall in love, don't close your eyes

and never forget the power of her thighs

take full control from the very start

go straight for the chest, steal her heart

If you find she has no heart be quick

stab that bitch in the chest with a stick

slam closed the cover on the casket

where she lie, then get the hell gone

she ain't gonna die, she's gonna rise up

going to chase your tail down and make you her zombie

you'll be working all over town

stealing pretty boys, and a girl or two

that's what the vampire witch gonna do to you.

Chris

on a strange day, inspiration comes my way, thanks @ Erika

A Lovers Dream

I dreamed a dream last night

Forbidden by all but the few

I dreamed a dream last night

I woke in sweat to a vision in blue

I dreamed a dream last night

I dreamt of you

I Loved a Love last night

With eyes that pierced me through

I loved a love last night

Golden strings wrapped hair too

I loved a love last night

I loved but you

I hoped a hope last night

One day to be

I hoped a hope last night

Of two so free

I hoped a hope last night

 you loving me

I held my dream last night

Her kiss so sweet

I held my dream last night

Her eyes I see

I held my dream last night

You’ll always be

My dream held me tonight

She loved me so

My dream held me tonight

Said never let go

My dream held me tonight

Forever more

Chris

Sweet Dreams

Strange bird that I am. I am the" Horse of a different color", if you remember from the original "Wizard of Oz" I answer posts, with small or large bits of poetry and prose. I promise you it is not a designed affect. It is simply me, and the way my brain works. There is a radio playing in my brain, almost 24 hours a day. With each new happening almost every second the song changes in perfect sync with whatever is happening around me, or what ever I am reading, or even whom ever I am speaking with. Nonstop there is never an end to the thought process of strange pictures produced upon the screen deep within the recesses of my mind. Special people hold special places. I tend to hold dearly to certain people who open themselves to me in a kind way. I tend do disregard those who disregard me. Seldom am I completely disinterested in anything. I do not like people who are not nice to others. Be disrespectful, and I will return the same attitude, maybe that is why my blocked list is lengthy. Be reasonable and be around, treat people like crap, and be trashed. I love my readers. I am thankful for each one. Thank you for taking your time to read my words   trust me I read yours..... and enjoy them.

Chris

Some way, she sees me. Don’t ask how, it’s more than I can explain. Mona Lisa, look up and show me your eyes. Transfuse me with a feeling I cannot describe. This solitude is warmth infusing my soul. Lost in a feeling, confused by a dream, I wonder.

Answers and allusions lead me deeper into this. Nether lands of intuition and I dream, again she comes to me as a wraith in the night. Silent moon speak to me. Are hopes as strong as chains of gold, and are pillars of stone standing still. All the while she gazes across times sea.

This is real, unlike past dreams. We are and we are not. Time cares, but waits like the stars. Forever is just an instant amid myriad choices. She thinks fear may rule. I know no fear. Water is for walking, and I stand in the sea. Moments fly by, they cannot hold me.

Sleep comes like a drug. It carries souls across eternities to meet. Where do two become one, and how do they grow. She knows the questions in my soul. We share knowledge and a meaning that goes beyond. I will not leave this ethereal bond. Come to me when time is light. This taste of beauty must be right.

Chris.

Sometimes dreamers lose their way, sometimes there are those who will be there, wherever there may be.

A touchy subject.... gun control. I am a hunter I hunt for food, just as I fish for food. The difference is people say "you kill bambi"  NO what I do is help control the deer population so they don't stagger across the roadway from starvation because the herds have over populated, and there are no natural predators to do that. Unless you'd like the Wildlife Dept. to start releasing into your subdivisions Mountain lions who will see your children as easier prey because they can't run as fast as deer.

Insurance companies are raising rates because of all the collisions caused by "Urban Sprawl" all the pretty new subdivisions on all that nasty woods areas around town are taking the only feeding areas deer have left, other than your garbage cans.Your pretty new BMW that has just been totaled by the deer that hit it, might not have happened if people used reasoning, instead of emotion. I seldom even gun hunt anymore. I prefer a Bow, it takes more skill. But to fill the freezor with delicious venison, and  pay my fees which help the wildlife dept. do it's job I'm happy to buy my license. I know your property taxes are high enough without having to feed the deer after you've taken their dining room for your yards.

About children being killed. I hate that. I grew up around guns, and no one was shot. It's not about gun control it's about people and VALUE OF LIFE.  First Person Shooter games desensitize children who have a problem with reality anyway, to killing. At certain ages the mind can't differentiate between real and cartoon real...... like talking ducks that get shot, but don't die.  In real life dead is dead, few children learn that. Some adults have a problem understanding it.

Also there is this

We know what happens when a Govt. can't control itself. do we really want that here?

or one more thing if you ever sleep alone at home, and MANY more people are killed by home invaders than in schools. Neither loss of loved ones is acceptble, but If I can't be ther to try and protect my loved ones, I want them to have a chance..... after all we all know how obedient to the law criminals are....

Imagine it's your back to the wall, and the criminal is in your house..... to kill you or your children. Do you think they will wait for the Police to get there? It's time to realize that ridding the symptom doesn't fix the sickness. We need to learn to value life, and protect it..... and let those who don't .... know they cannot just walk in and do as they please..... after all a gun will lie on a shelf and never move or shoot if never touched by human hand..... but someone with ill intent can sharpen 100 #2 pencils, walk into anywhere they want, and stab and murder with very little notice at all if they desire. Reasoning is key,not just emotionalism.

UPDATE:  Moving is coming along well. Thanks to friends and family who are helping and taking up my slack. Looks like it will all be done on time. I'm one happy camper. NOW If I can just come up with an answer to all our country's problems we'll all be on easy street

Moving still stinks.  I am so tired of moving. It seems like the last 5 years all I have done is move one friend or another, and I mean some pretty major moves. So I'm hoping this is the last time I'll be moving for a LONG LONG TIME. I've got two more weeks to finish, within. so I probably won't be around as much, but everytime I say that I always come back anyway

I have a dear friend. One who sometimes hurts. One who hurts like I do some times. There are times when there is no suitable answer for why the pain is what it is..... but it is none the less, maybe more, simply for the hurting of it, and the aloneness One feels during those times. That is a part of why I posted the preceeding post about friends who care enough to think of us. They are my healing, and hope. I wanted to share this. It is from a hurting time, and it says a little about that, or those feelings. The song is one I used to love to stand in front of the crowds and sing .... it told a true story, straight from my heart, though I admit it is not my song, it feels like it was written for me. Anyway sometimes singing the blues lifts the darkness, and leaves a smile. So just to show that those who hurt are not alone....... a song I still enjoy singing, and a piece I wrote that kind of fits with it......

It seems there are times when life crowds in on us. When the past and the present occupy the same space.  Thoughts, memories blur our vision, and clarity is found only in expressing the culmination of feelings, and strong emotions. I remember a song by Nazareth .... "Love Hurts"   reminiscent of this line of thought. We all deal with tragedy in our own ways...... but deal we must for if we hide it away it always comes back for us.......one way or another, yesterday or 20 years ago. One might say "pay me now....... or pay me later" ..... debts come due

In this place, filled with empty space.................

Damn

Damn the wind,
and damn the dreams,
and damn this life of broken things
damn this heart
and damn this mind
damn the love that's left behind
damn the hurt
and damn the stain
damn the memories in my brain
damn the blood
and damn the blade
damn the love I thought we made
damn the moon
and damn the sun
damn this world that's come undone
damn these ears
and damn these eyes
damn the stars that told me lies
damn the loneliness
and damn the night
damn the darkness, nothings right
damn your touch
and damn your kiss
damn I can't take much more of this
damn it up
and damn it all
damn the lover who takes the fall
damn the beginning
and damn the end
and to all that's between, I say damn again

Chris