Scott thinks five

Don’t read   This is not a picture or video Use extreme caution If you see a picture in your mind This is ok Sit back enjoy Whether it is a daydream or fantasy Steamy romance or a violent release Everyone has this the cure is well Use it as much as possible Think your lips are moving That’s ok The voice speaking the words in your head That is ok also It’s your inner self finally getting some exercise This happens when some spends days, months and years All for you Call them a magician an engineer Building and sweating and with some, cursing Hoping this or something similar gets your imagination attention So please stop this may get some funny ideas moving Ideas change the world not a screen without words Now tell others, stop now Don’t read

                                                   READ THE STORY FOR THE SEASON Tom Basille and Mr Pib beagle. Moved with his parents from the big city to get away from the stress of city life. While two clans of vampires and werewolves battle for the crossover rock, while he meets the protectors of the rock some secrets start to get revealed. Part 1 the first day in the rural town to start the less stress life turns a bit hectic. Show more Show less                                                                                                                                                          CLICK HERE FOR THE EBOOK                                                                                         FOR THE PAPERBACK CLICK HERE  

Why the anger?               Like most of us I read articles on here. I do also read the comments so much venom. Why? This isn’t a way to make things better, if anything keeps the hate fires going. Guess listening to the words if you have nothing better to say would useless to finish this statement. I know why political parties have trouble getting along even though they are really paid to come to a compromise for the better of the citizens. I will not go there will only spark the hatred pill. I see so much beauty in this world; others may see this if they would just enjoy a moment of this. Find the balance I know there is no way to stop the anger and hate. There must be some peace in these people. If not maybe being part of a society is more work than you should handle and become recluse. Is it because some are doing better than these people this is part of life. I guess it is true we do live in interesting times. Maybe we have such a belief in some others opinions it has mo

A lacking Hear the calls of loneliness Conditions of not being need reality Odds seem too high Some have the cake and want more on the side Only be for pleasure and wants the thanks A side dish for the self-absorbed While being a crier no one for me A perfect package only in stories Love gets replaced by lust Stable safe and dependable so passé Interests above the eyes get real A vision is where the deep of shallow romance is Poor informed ones give respect Like the welcome mat at a house get stepped on frequently Any mind meet would be so corny Insanity and rogue persona gets the ogle eyes Rules of courtship Passion only to be found on the illicit cruxes Many want to only never give Crazy for the thought A lacking    

Underworld dance One two three get the dreams in order Dip and sway to the others The passion will soon fade Tip toe through the glass For personal accomplishment is a samba Many prefer the line dance Be different it’s ink all the same Misery is so much easier listening Many count for the failure Two step four steps You can’t change the rhythm Closeness means same as the partner next to them Silly to break all others routine Slow dance the way like everyone else Believe the way don’t make your own All do the steps Isn’t better that dreams are the rug Wait for the last dance The many won’t have this dance Underworld dance  

Halo unaffected   That looks, in the eye Words no matter how inspiring, never compares Spoke in gibberish Handsome sounds like a romantic poet A serious answer of uncouth Could be the next comedic sensation Yes, that chin those eyes A smile that even the spies would trust A hero scared of the dark Too bad others weren’t like this A dreamy image A fantasy with all that Personality no need too beautiful Yes skin deep is deep enough Now is now who cares about the future Got to have looks over substance Sorry these words mean nothing Ugly duckling only turns up on menus Halo unaffected

Mystery           Who finds life just a big old drawn mystery? Think about it some just fall into things. Others with lots determination succeed while some still fail. ‘Hard work pays off’ an interesting cliché. I have seen many do this, as soon as they hit their imaginary goal their zest for life ends. Many will say that keeps life interesting time for a change let’s make it a mystery. Yes many will hypothesize this and some will put in the belief area of the brain. That’s the area where no matter how wrong someone is they will go down swinging. I find the mystery of life entertaining something trivial becomes huge. Things in bad taste for I am at an age where I witnessed the bad taste of something and were very successful. This I call poetic irony, maybe I missed this spot in the mind where my logical process is damaged. I know people are like horses can bring them to the water but can’t make them drink it. Like this little thought I am writing now some will read this, the

Souled Weary is the eyes Body heavy with the day of others gripes Deep is the fire of a restless urge Centered near a beating heart How can this happen? This a call for something more To really touch another this way The shame of a visual world Hides others and insecure the one A shadow to twirl A dream to walk through the thin of skin Some say instinct Few say it’s the life roller coaster Sits and wishes this will be the right journey One may never come Junk we learn gives us the ignorance to miss this Freedom the cliché of dreamers Material gets the feminine With coded nicely security Spirited rail to the destination Yes the true comedy laugh with much sadness Souled

A year ago tonight        Last year on this date I got home and had a good conversation with my mom. Little did I know this would be the last time we would talk face to face. The next morning I found her, she passed on sometime in the morning. She looked peaceful that has gave me the strength knowing the last moments were peaceful. This after less than two years my father passed away. A few months after his passing on I decided to move in and help my mom. I never knew of her while I was alive to have even a good week. I do hope in some ways there is a heaven for her to healthy and happy and with my father. I know many who read may think it’s silly and a bit lame to write this. I don’t apologize for this, something I really need to do. When you lose a parents or parents even though they teach you well a small piece of you is gone. Especially when you get to a certain age and they are more like your friend. Guess I am writing this to let others know if your parents are still alive

Unread   The struggle is enjoyable The read rewrite and start over Still better than the what if Deep inside maybe it will be for my eyes only Ego says their loss with no hesitation Insecure says what’s their problem? Out the fifty two I am there with them forty plus So at punch out friendship ends So the words continue for whom? Screw them entertain yourself No pill or freaky stuff gets the high of the words If a Greek myth shows a reason to continue live it Ignored and discarded from walking till now Dance my way sing my way The words are there even if others never see Unread

Play action Listen to the words Said like a well-trained siren On the screen of life believable Have seen many plays Younger it was a belief Now being seasoned words from the lips Have so much less meaning Seeing how many really see one Getting only what they want An award winning performance Amazed who is the director? The less matured enjoy this For the physical is only part that means life Heart and soul been quelled by the doctors Sadly this isn’t fiction Lost in the script self-respect Maybe the sequel will be better Play action  

Mind clear   I never told anyone my name is not matt My kindness and carefree has limits Others rudeness shrugged for obviously it can’t be helped Be interrupted and tossed like a use napkin its ok Remember though my loyalty has bounds Actions especially others does speak louder than words Yes I get quiet and find my world Here I yes respect myself for no one else will Blame it on meds or anything you want If you don’t know yourself that I am sorry for you I listen and never disrespect silly words If you think this offends remember the moments that you disregarded For yes this is a release Some like me never come along often Mind clear

Smiled   This didn’t hurt Seems like many must think this Bad day or month The world in a funky place Romance only in words Lonely a friend that could leave anytime Give the quick gesture See what happens Let’s you know there is others Whether taking the chance of meeting Imagine that everyone has these days The center is with others also Grab a door for someone See what a little act of kindness does Use yours when you can Smiled

Love fumes   The aroma hinted by eyes of bliss Strong lightly seasoned Wacky and indulgent A halo effect for the chemistry A whole life time in a quick look If words explained this lost is the pleasure If only time would stop and eyes stayed locked This savory intensity would never end As quick as it comes the memory lingers Lastly the true fantasy brings some sorrow Like ends of seasons good times prevail Remembering that smell and patiently yearn for another Costly for one and one usually has others fall Elders tell of let it simmer Other aroma will get your senses To intoxicate once more Love fumes

If any less Banged the wall the head is sore The pain only means more work A little look instead of the away Alive for the heart beats through the silence of loneliness Tired of others seeing skin and not aura’s warmth Atoms get more attention While many souls walk the gates No one misses or takes a second to honor Massive machines build to see a particle Not even a word spent on the breathing So many ways to say hi or to weather talk Lonely if only you were less loyal Others may share a sunset Looks the shallow show of talent Words doesn’t do the animal pleasure May another time an atom will be Attention couldn’t be more If any less