Fight Masks

Tiger Mask Dance
Change is something that many folks have a problem with, not in that group. It's  also about growth. Not ready to push up daisies, and do not have time to sleep until I am buried. So the work has to be done, and the peter piper is the first one out, to sing and dance and be the leader for the next group of people in place for greatness.

To learn life lessons, to practice to perfection, to fail is equal to meaning of: first attempts in learning, to end is also effects never die, and no means next  opportunity, turn page and move on. Practice to perfection to not fail to learn lessons the first time.  The best dazes yet to come, for the time of our lives. Jumps for joy for another day on the right side of the grave. Going forward to better dazes.

Animals masks wore all the time, more under skin to flash changes sometimes. Tigers, lions, and bears, on top of food chains. Hunger drives the focus on projects, paperwork, and games or races to win. Daily dances done. Dances done for the rites to passage over life. Animals inside to dances, to fight, and to guide. Rules to greatness, dances to do, songs to sing of dazes passed. Dances do do, for the joys and pains. Happy feet, fires burning, dances for the good times in the sun.

Goodness and mercy angels for me, to serve and protected fools and the young at heart. The kids of all ages, the young at heart, in touch with the child within. Good times on the right side, seasons, reasons and causes to climb mountains. Choose your mountains to climb at your own pace, help others alone the way. Tales and stories, song and dances, around the dogwood trees.

Delights and joys in the morning, hands out to assist you up and out of darkness. Time to let the dead, undead and unstable dogs lie, leave happy or sad, for help from skies. Goodness and mercy for the young, the kids with songs to sing. Classes over for the cattle, buffalo, and snakes. Done to death, help for sick frogs with out plans, dead dogs and flies, tales and stories to share the journey.

It is a secret what that is for each and every one of us, and it is why we were sent to stay on earth, to complete a task or two. What is it for you? What is it for the people that you cross on your journey on earth? How in touch are you? If you are a one page person, this is not for you, you believe in nothing that matters, because your book does not have enough pages to keep anyone’s attention for long.

The people that you cross during your lifetime are there for a purpose, a reason, a season or a lifetime , you just have desire what the reason is. It may or may not be something that you know from the beginning, or something that you decide from their actions.

Most people are one page people; their book of life is a one page book, not much there to read between the lines at all. So what do you do with people like that? Not sure, depending on when they showed up, and what you need to get completed.

Turning the pages on a dark period, moving on to a brighter dazes on the beach, it is time. Dates with a horse charmer, 420 blowing in the wind, watching the horses cum and go, pieces of a dream, the birds and the bees. Dreams of mine, on the beach, watching the horses down,  for the water after a race or two. Animals and bugs that fly, gifts of wings to get here and there, new starts are the meaning of the butterflies.

Angels, fairies, and pixies are the girls that I know, every day earth angels, for the smiles, for the joys and the laughter of the friends on the side lines. Friends, family members, saints and sinners at the forks in the road, take the high road, not the easy roads. Sails on the boats of the seas of changes, butterflies out for the colors of the sunny dazes on the shores. Hope for the best, and get ready for the pits in the bowls of cherries. Lemons for the sugar and spices for the girls to make the most of the bumps in the road, and drinks made of the lemons, dodging the rocks under the sands of time.

Races with the horses, races with the rats, races for the sinners and the saints, races for the frogs, freaks, and fool, chances to change, lessons complete, or mistakes still to correct. Lessons learned the first time is best, but take all the time needed to learn the lessons well. Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills and the valleys.

Tin Men Turns: Lessons learned the first time, gifts and rewards given for the corrections to the mistakes made to make you stronger.

Pies in the sky, in the land of the blind, gifts with the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows? Where is Peter Pan, where are the others that live in never  land, to party for the night lights to shine? Sailing away to better dazes, better causes to sing and dance. Happy feet today dances in the sun, good times to share classes done. Happy for gifts of stories to write, joys and pains of growth. 

Tigers dances, dogwood trees, with the monkeys swinging in the branches. Flowers open, birds and bees out for treats. Birds and butterflies, flowers to smell, pieces used for homes. Summertime dreams up in the air. Dreams and desires to ride high in the sky in a baloon. Something for thanks for a life to share.

 Back in time to 1492, the giants in place, the ships that sailed to new worlds, on sea. Good times for Chris the captain of three ships. Maria the ship mate, name of one of the ships. Stories and tales to explore in time and spaces. Voices in my head, past lifes, the powers in the numbers. So much power to expand, happy to climb mountains, ready to run to boat to sail the seven seas. More dreams of life in 1492 to expand, the powers of the numbers. 

 Rain today, rain go away, or rain to learn how to dance in the rain? Happy for life, living in a blue state, peace colored blue stones to wear or carry in your heart. Good tales of bumps in the road, snakes to leave alone, lessons learned. Can't fix or change others, a waste of time, on the fence or not. Horses and rats running races to greatness to complete daily races done. 

Missing The Boat: Tales and tips to share, stories from others, third party views. Noses and views common, every one has a nose and views to share, please yourself. Help when you can, watch out for snakes. Sisters with other mothers and tales of life on the edge. Lots of mask wore, truth and honesty used as punch lines, frogs, freaks, and fish out of seas of frogs. Hoping for hope to turn the page, get back on boat, back to party on the sands of time. 

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Clowns and jokers to the right:  seas of frogs and snakes, dancing in the dark. Classes on the beach, herds of whales, dens of snakes, dances on thr beach. Green cash, green luck, green backs, rewards and bonus on acts and wishes, dreams in motion. Monkeys swing from dogwood trees, biblical tales to spin, American Birds on hands, stars and wishes.  Dances in the rain, dances in the dark, to dream to dance, life is a beach. Every day about survival, my rivals, my gods, man to man, sex up in airs. Moot to date, moot to changes, moot to mountian to climb. To cum and to go, dreams on sands of time, life is a gift. Time to praises pretty productive people, maps to sunshine. Trips to the moon, seven seas, seven seasons, seven snakes, in the light, blinded.