So here i was laying in bed at 2am
Thinking all these beautiful and wonderful and craZY thoughts.
And I was confronted with the choice of trying to fall asleep
Or getting up like a stark raving lunatic
And firing up the old lap top and capturing them.
As you can see i did the later.
T’was the Night Before Christmas. . .
And all through the garage,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the Dodge.
"Within each of us is a portal to
A hidden world of Inner Wisdom, buried treasure,
and monsters zealously guarding such.
These monsters have names like "shame", "self~loathing",
"unforgiveness" and "fear".
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
Ride! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Now? What? Wait?
Why? No, no,no.
C'mon, let's go. Let's go.
What? Yes! Door open.
God bless the innocent,
The naive, the gullible, the meek.
The world is waiting
To rape and plunder them.
Like lambs to the slaughter,
They readily give up
Whatever they have
To the next "kind" person,