Sep 8, 2025

Skys clear hot suns mocking us all.


 The sound of the waves and the cries...Of the seagulls circling the sand, once found a muscle, others wish you take it 

In the fragments of the songs, Carried down the wind from some radio. ....Arcades like gulls scream a neon light message composed of greed gambling and ultimately poverty.

To my bestie promise this...If you ever need holding......Call my name, I’ll be there

If you ever need holding, And no holding back, I’ll see you through...

Now Autumn leaves are falling fruit hanging low. This guy tried to find out...where the birds called Amazon's came from..you know like in the film "swallows and Amazon's" gosh what a time it was what a time ...So long ago. Tides keep turning. Season keep disappearing Ghosts constant companion. Silent often along side starting into a tomorrow no one's promised. But all hope to see 
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Skys clear hot suns mocking us all.

  The sound of the waves and the cries...Of the seagulls circling the sand, once found a muscle, others wish you take it  In the fragments ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"