Vainity , Vainity , all is vainity. A chasing of the wind. Solomon, in the songs of soloman. It is about time we had some poetry on this forum, Blue corn. I too miss the little words of wit Wizard used to post here. I miss even more the long camping trips. Dammit chloe, recently reminded me of a trip I made to big caliente hot springs. I stayed in those mts 3 weeks when I came back to the city it was only for food. I was certain that the whole world had gone mad . Chasing after the wind, and why. I got food and went back to a new realization. It seemed some one had spiked the water in the city. If it wasn`t speed it must have been L.S.D. Or I was the only clean person and everyone else was dirty. A city phsycosis was a permanent part of me. Experiances like that you do not forget. Then you come back, you chase money then you chase more money to pay taxes. Sorry if that brings you down. Then some thing else happens and so on and so on! Then you find your self down here squiming with the rest of the dirty ol` so and so`s. Well at least you can buy some bottled water. At least you have that outside perspective, and it is not from just being outside. I really no really don`t want to bring you down. But that budda guy aint no god. I piss on budda. Why, cause I know he is dead. The concubine of Christ is the true church of God. It is a live. It is what made all life. It always amazes me how some people go out in nature and don`t have eyes to see this. I really enjoyed your poetry till you revealed your soul. Remember, Jesus was accused of telling others not to pay taxes, before they sent him off to pontius. So, careful what you say. Castro is Italian. Love is the answer.
Just for the record-- I am a non credit card carrying self employed servant of the Christ. Can`t we all just get along? Of course not so shut up and pay to Ceaser that which is Ceasar`s and to God that which is God`s. Yes Sir.