Puppies and Shopping carts on Fire

A time ago, a time well spent.... 1981 the year it was when the air became solid and coarse.....tangible space and time.....memories set in stone, gray granite and hard solid unmoving one perspective, but more is always going on....One truth set with the many lined up in row...pick one shall we??....this one will be mine....we could share it....or will you pick your own??.....
Red thoughts and green dreams....a want shed here or there in a blue tear falling year after year....one road lonesome so it appears....years and years of time well spent....
Life mingles with hopes chatting about the weather and we hang about near punch bowls in crowded rooms with people we think we know...."here have another..." we here them say, cups filled with pride....I see it all so clear....my stone in hand waiting for the giant to show himself here....
This is not the end....nor is it the middle more like the beginning of the middle off topic in a room committed to a dinner party....this is a place of realization....the place of knowing that you really don't know anything...nor would one understand if told....
"they will be shown but have no eyes...they will be told but have no ears........"
This reference applies to this little but it stands with itself in the corner of the room and needs to be seen.....
We all fall short but it is no reason to get bent into shape...it is always good to be aware and open minded..because sometimes you find that the desert in front of you is a place of healing and growth....
Dinner parties and lamp shades and tables oh my!...
A sight to behold in this old bold song and dance.....
Thrusting various ideologies and preferences into the minds of innocence within a world thought to be categorized and labeled so easily....Like cheese on a pretzel....in a mall....with stickers mucking up the place...all pink and glitter....a blanket over the eyes.....only sometimes...on Wed. afternoons.....
This is a desert to some..............
Amen....