It’s no secret that we all want to be happy
the first key is to practice positivity
the second key is avoid negativity
the third key is belief in humanity
the fourth key is striving for sincerity
the fifth key is being open to jocularity
the sixth key is to avoid polarity
the seventh key call no one an enemy
the eighth key let people see your authenicity
the ninth key is practicing empathy
the tenth key is living morally
All aboard the Fantasy Train!
Let your imagination take reign
no one is going to say your insane
let those fantasies flow into the fast lane
show your originality
and your creativity
through your artistry
in flights of fancy
the fantasy train is free
to people like you and me
a chance to let others see
when you take that ride
you can say you tried
and found the upside
The temperature was so low
it froze the newly fallen snow
Memorializing footprints on a trail
under the moon’s glow
It’s hard to tell where it will go
it’s a mystery we’ll never know
footprints of a man or beast?
or a reflection of a shadow?
Since ancient days man has puffed on pipes
seeking knowledge and solace
with all types
from wood to pumice
from steel to glass
from copper to brass
a receptacle for opium tars
a way to smoke grass
under the stars
pipe dreams throughout history
have kept a lot of people happy
100 words –
Belief and faith are twins bonded by a common goal. Hope and salvation follow blindly and without reservation.
Identical human twins are a mystery that doctors, biologists and scientists still marvel at despite their centuries of research. The unspoken communication between twins hints at powers yet unveiled to the rest of us.
The destruction of twin towers in New York City forever changed our country into a nation of survivors slowly giving up our rights for a promise of security.
Then there are other twins in history, The Minnesota Twins, and The Twin Terrors. Celebrity twins are the rage on TV and the stage.
When Harold saw the thing slithering out from beneath his bed he felt both vindicated and horrified.
His parents wouldn’t listen to him the first time he became aware of it’s presence. That’s why he wasn’t on the bed tonight and hiding behind his chest of drawers with a baseball bat.
When the thing slithered on top of his bed and wound itself around his pillow, he rushed out and smashed it into a bloody pulp!
The next morning.
“Have you seen a boa constrictor around?” his mother asked. “Billy next door said his pet boa escaped.”
“No,” he lied.
Tom heard scratching at the front door and turned to his six-year-old sister Sara to see if she heard it. She was clutching her rag doll and he could see by the fear in her eyes she had and was looking for guidance.
He wished their parents were home while clutching the pistol. They had to go to town, a days ride from the ranch. At nine, he was considered old enough to be in charge.
It was snowing outside and the wind whistled through the wooden cabin like a banshee.
The door opened.
A half frozen man crawled in.