ME? HERE? HOW? WHY? WHERE? WHEN?

Hey, what's up ?

oh is this an "ask you a question, and you'll answer?" type thread???

missfee said:

Not unless you want it to be. I thought I might drop some data off here or what not. It was mostly ment for fun. It is a ponderance dun up in the style of a bold statement.

A voice from deep inside
wispers a question to the child
want to come with me and go for a ride?

I'm not offering candy, nor pot of gold, but speak for me and you will be able to speak boldly when the time comes.

How is one to trust such a thundering belly rumble? Show me some thing and I will see.

The taste of the crystal blue electricity is juicy, fresh and sweet. This food I have to give is more then you ever need eat.

the vibration resignates from within, but I question, against god I would never want to sin, the reply i get makes me bleed, god who is that when I am he, and how do I trust you if I can, boy you are my son and you will be my man, yes but how do I know that you are as you speak, don't you have feelings that i need not be meak, yes i feel you.

away i am wisked into a future land, I see the derections and understand the plans, but how many ticks on the clock my go bye, son enough to make your soul break and your spirit cry so go to sleep now and upon the time you will hear a sound, then you will awake to learning most profound.

cool i wispered back.


NOW in time how does one express the glory and joy of his rightiousness?

tick tick tick tick...

I have seen several things come to pass. I have been through fires and been a broken down ass. Looking back, i still perfere to look foward.

Talking thunder says: here is a list, here is a reason, here is this that and the other, now carry the burdon of knowing who you are. Such a wight would crush everyother and by this you will be my star.

I go up.
I go down.
I talk to god.
I hear the sound.

I have even listened in to prince's conversations wit gleefulyness of a child holding the lines reciever.

I understand your wispers, your squeeks and those squeals.
time just goes around and round, as I sit here stuck in the sand spinning my wheels.

Dear Brother:

As a child I learned to take big bites. The more eaten the more was given me to eat. I didn't have to wait.

When I was a child, I was given so much, this world, all of its "treasures" are but faint, dull, useless paper plates left with to much bbq stained resign.

This is why I have little intrest in any of its persuits.

You want a feast? Doesn't that require you sitting down at my table?

More then once upon a time, I was a child taken for a ride by god.

It felt so good. I didn't want to return. It felt so good, I wanted to stay. It felt so good, all I ever want is to return. It's not for me I have come back to this cold hard ground.

I was given a choice. The choice was mine. I didn't want to come back, but I felt the request of devine. Don't you want others to be able to feel this good or should you keep it to yourself? Maybe I was high at the time, over filled with love, I wanted to share, I wanted to share. I chose to share. I chose to care. I was given a choice and I chose what he wanted. Because it was right and it is good.

What do I want you ponder?

What I want, it isn't yours to give. I want to be that child again. After the return here is dull, although i am alive i don't feel as if i live.

more more more, you always want more. when does more transition to understanding? you so hungry. i offer you a plate, you question cost and argument and debates.

what a trip.

so you back step and you do the moon walk, you find every reason why not to talk, you say if it is will, and you call it by chance, what is to happen will happen, although this is true...


Once upon a time you called to me, twice upon a time you stepped over me, trice upon a time you have come back to look at me, quince you have rolled dice, awe craps again.

More?

Never ending a stream. Not having to wait, unless, I am in debate with my darkensses.

..Mickg, you okay? ..

Same as I ever was.