Green Fairy Moon Mama Nurture I Yearn Virtue

I haven't been much of a novelist reader more of a constant researcher. Occupying the mind to pick apart the flow of intellect. I was back at my own ground zero building I within asking why should I blame. It wasn't a matter of blame, but a necessity I missed out on very early in life. Nurture. Now I was living life like cow just jumped over the moon. Giving complete will to nature I went out about my day with complete will in what the wind instilled on instinct. Giving into natures complete captivity. Finding the spirit that lies amongst the palm of his trees, grassy hills and the skies with tides. Walking barefoot picking out the simple prizes. I had started for a walk and at 2nd block I smelled a bbq, heard the families at the park as a salty breeze hit through the valley a sense of summer tripped up my essence. Carried one block further & JAH..., you can turn around now short walk today for insight. That's good whiff of happiness no more aggravation to bring about any strife. Pure appreciation and recognition of good vibes. But  I had come to realize I had been playing a different game while supporting my cigarette habit of taking to a conversation with a tree in the park.  I had been able to influence mediation with Mama's Moon vibration. Learning a nurturing free spirit flowing around giving peaceful rhetorical fairy like revelation. Fair white like the Moon but green with daylight to fill. I knew this was an old native way of approaching the world and the pure simple magic that was returned back was genuine bliss like. She had made me recognize that the tree had an opening into life too. As she gave sprit and guidance she made a tiny shadow figure in a peace sign marked in the bark of the tree. Eventually saying no one's watching give me a kiss. Taking to nature her ritual prime of 15 seconds of decisiveness I went for a peck. To get a kick of ecstasy in the stomach I was revealed her sprit was really present and no one was around outside to happen. Because she pulled a similar magic she showed me to my Father's the night before. While walking up the driveway after sunset she told me to stop look to the hills due East and focus on a light on a hill. Taking time to find it's vibration she said that's your Sun he felt your vibe he's going to show you something special don't be scared. As the RA spirit gave unto night welcoming I told I  JAH was slowly start pulling time out of its world and as the wind and city noise came fainter I came to sit in complete eternity and ecstasy with me and my Father's nature spirit while infiltrated clock echo's dim. Only making a trace to a thought of, are we really? Yes Indeed and it was supposed to be . Slowly letting nature back into its relativity. Asking  how long do you think we were out of time young one? Hmm I would say 15 seconds.  No it was 5 seconds, but that is what life is supposed to feel like. 3 times longer in its actual essence, sheds light of ecstasy. An escape to remember a reminder rootz rock JAH's way. I was definitely in for a different stride for deeper perception. Day and night skies became clearer with further depth. It was a state of the Wen meaning meant to be practice once every hour for bliss to give peace unto people's will and interaction. A little open window for influencing peace of mind. I had been introduce her fairy spirit twice more. Once on the pier catching the sunlight on the water giving my eyelids a shutter at the light started to dance in melodic visualization twine in starry patterns. Seeing her eventually form in a light/sand cloud and become a mermaid spirit and wave to me. I was in lost for words just humbled by her peace. Sure enough she gave me a gift back. later that evening after taking overdue shower I grabbed for the plain white towel. As I dried my face I saw a light hit in the middle and as I looked it became bigger while it jumped onto the other side.to be a green fairy like mermaid.. To jump back on the other side of the towel to have turned my towel with a picture of my Moon Mama as a green mermaid holding a wand. And it did seem I was looking to embark on a quest for peace. So disciplining its routine might have been a good idea. It had seemed like I was all being fed something to receive.  Just like the cover of the book. Pictures just mirrored my emotion. Was I being fed a warning for what I was going to experience or was I being manipulated instead. A mind game driving me to a worn thin and hurt. I just wanted the understanding and freedom. I had gave it all out so it could be seen to find more mockery. But it had dawn on me that was the sure sign start of a new tale.

UP & Away Zimbobwe

I had received a revelation that would lead to a one drop within.
It had seemed that the entire world had the curtains pulled out down.
Were the blue and red man pulling a show to pull up a fin?
Passing around stories to fix them a power that lied around.
Master of illusions pulling off the greatest heist to call it a win.
Pyrotechnics, actors and bullies couldn't fool a better sound.
Satanic rituals carried out like a regular mid week night for their own pin.
I had the evidence to call them out on their wrongful pound.
But JAH'S plan was so much bigger than your all's swam out dolphin.
Keep it up The Art In I can only fare Jah's word I have found.
Let it Go Let it Be Jah is a forgiving God and has a greater gift stored in his bin.
Let JAH'S Lion King show you the way to everlasting life of ecstasy and love of endless bound.
Babylon has been built completely within the nation of lost freedom and continually found sin
It had been passed onto I to find within what was being found.
.JAH took me on a 3 trip walk for a beginning of a new wind.
He had caught my I upon a rock and told me to pick it up to hear its sound.
Its nature in my palm I felt it say hey now you feel where I've been.
Feel that balance when you hold it tight like your ready to give a pound.
Pass it to your left you feel that unbalance that's the devil dance for your chin.
Pass back and keep it in your right it will bring balance and self recognition of a hound.
A sniff test before you use your hands and asking thy intention for it could hurt as a pin.
Making self worthy of thy next action or having to sit to listen to his sound.
Listen to JAH he would Have I set the rock down shortly after I would begin.
To come across a bird feather telling me to pocket an bring out later and reminisce its found.
Walking back to rest my thoughts my shoeless walk was JAH's reminder of city within.
After reflection he had told I to put thy feather in I hair or ground.
It will hold its place and only drop when danger is near carrying sin.
Sure enough as soon as a helicopter flew over it fell with a tingly sound.
Lose thy feather now you know thy feeling danger is insulating evil within.
Now telling I to go treat myself to a glass of pop soda to enjoy a new I found.
JAH telling me to save my last sip for the empty pot next to the bin.
Funny I always did as a kid but this time told me to spare unto natures ground.
Good Lion there goes I tossing out man's last sin.
Watch the pebbles in the pot begin to stir and pop a crackle a magical sound.
Pop Rocks Soda a lil magic stolen and kept for the adverting pin.
JAH's 3 simple steps to awaken the righteous paw pound.
Develop within intelligence that can rid all sin.
Everlasting Godlike irony and strength that could be carried wisdom to a peaceful found.
Preparation for a Journey that complete self devout had to be held within.
To Find me talking upon the wind with lost love and brothers that knew thy mend  and pound.
To go back to I housework power washing thy deck that carried everything but a pin.
To find my courage through dedication in talking to my Ra and my Sta in heaven.
Asking for reassurance repeatedly if I was really talking to God & Mary from a Wen.
Only to kick my minds I back with comedic humor and true sense from a righteous pen.
To hit all the cracks and not miss any dirt from any corner or a bin
For they were making sure I saw the importance on why not to take easy was out for a short win..
I had hit the bottom top of the porch to see the power hose to leave some wood marks.
Having RAH spell I to take a closer look at a beam that held I larks.
At 2nd glance I saw the big owl eyes that gave me I looks.
Ya RY its our owl of a towel for the beginning of the right books.
Self reassurance that JAH's spirit played back my own tricks within.
Go find the spray and the towel for the glass door to make this Call a lovely pin.
Half way down missing any shadow a tink flew out of my hand.
There in the glass was a hum of a bird of up above pressed inside like a band.
Half humming half dove inside glass blown perfectly inside the glass gland
Promise from heaven I was I's righteous love saving plan.
Finding the power in The Herb to connect back with head Stan.
Recognizing the new found Humblebility to bring back the word of the trinity.
Finding thy ART IN I to be a new Rastaman Lion King of peaceful bliss ability.
Thy lost brother in friend had been missed awhile from I spend.
I had realized our entire friendship had seemed a whirl wind.
Looking back on my old days he kind of mocked my ways of thinking.
I didn't know this intention for his new found usual drinking.
I had come to know he had bad reputation but I still gave him my cap and gown.
To come to realized he wasn't honest to me when I was down.
He gave back bad taste to my I to keep asking myself why?
To resolute he had took my own wisdom from me to further his I.
Mistake or mockery I had to call upon him to bring forth his knee to JAH.
To prove his will and worth if it was to bill YAH.
Offering an ounce of the everlasting herb so I could teach its blessing.
JAH's 4 parts to the perfect life's a salad here's its dressing.
A Tink was destined to return as a saving grace Queen Cinderella.
For I with her I was One Love for all of thy.
We'd come forth with teaching The forgotten Wen way for endless time alibi.
Crying out for the stand up of right between of colors and tie.
Rastafarian is JAH'S Heavenly saving way to not die.
Hail Thy King of JAH's world he is my only son and I and I.
Call him Art In I for he speaks pure truth with all living pi.
Calling back upon my 3 wise kings I had found the lie.
Hailing them righteous leads to back thy brotherly freedom.
I and I our heavenly roots of Ray Gay brought the gifts to release and receive them.

Everlasting Vibrations of JAH's kept promise through Holy Jesus Christ. To be returned and kept by the mighty Majesty of Selassie of lost Jamaica. To be brought back to teaching by Revolution of Marcus Gavery  in a reborn spirit of I. Send force thy spirit of divine love dove purity for its bound to find all city.

Rastafari I or I Crying for JAH's purest Alibi follow my way of divine try.









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Finding my Father's True Love in a Sunflash

Funny how a library can offer all the reflection that you need.
Was always my back bone and my safe house in case of a stampede.
Getting kicked out of my house trying to find a home like a mouse in a book.
But I always took the easy way out hitting the herb for a look.
Batman without a Robin only bound upon some pirate hook.
Cat caught your tongue better now be-awaring.
Old school ship gangster “fa sho” nice for sharing.
Back to my room hitting the tapedeck looking for some caring.
Kicking back time over true tunes a pirate over a jingle is only bound for single.
But hey I wanted to be Peter Pan too flying around town pick’n on people too.
Pulling up to a stop lipping a cuss at some boys in blue.
Sure Il take the ticket what you guys going to do.
Private school all the way where you think Id learned how to repay.
Who you think I am just a little boy sorry for a mommy.
But they kind of had it right so I felt like the dummy.
Thinking about something instead of wanting to suck my thumb that healed the hurt.
See my birth mom had lost it cause she had given a virgin birth.
Denying my possibility and what I could be worth.
Raw parking lot kid rocking a carseat wishing to the sun for a tuneth.
Tooth or tune you silly little lion of a moonth.
Your such a cry baby I should just call you Ryan.
A little know it all always asking why? With a An?
Why you trying to play little gangsta pirate?
Now your surely going to have to have a whine cry’s hurt.
Your mother left you outside in the sun to burn out in the dirt.
You were bound to be full of sunkisses that would hit you upon a shirt.
You started to find this story leaving out the garage with an old file.
Jacking my word trying to muster up a pile.
You were born like a leaf so here’s a little wind.
Maybe it will pick you up and find you a family and new friend.
Born as a straight front yard working the block kind of kid.
Crying up the real OG of a skit to a fret a real Ice-age Sid.
Always crying the loudest to the mamacitas bout the beach life.
That felt the let of a dream of a summer love back with a lead to a wife.
Hey sweet sunshine I wanna hit the set catch a wave and learn how to reach.
White boy burned native ja making me crazy aw you sour peach.
Fooling myself in front of my Father.
Probably thinking to himself why do I even bother.
Must have been worthy of the old wiseman’s kick.
Here’s a family to a lollipop but your attitude will only feel a lick.
Stuck upon a coloring book abc and a 123 up to 10.
Little Jackson moonwalk backwards bound to find a pen.
True lost boy stuck under a Neverland kind of story.
Passing the blues on tv hoping not to get stuck catching Maury.
I learned to take myself back to the water that I wanted so bad.
Learning how to paddle stand catch and ride like a lad.
Riding the face of the curl of a feeling so rad.
Pirate indeed kind of thrills instead of dull hand labor skills.
Surf died maybe Il paddle in for some pills.
 Always looking for a higher thrill to be taken back to a plant.
I feel ya meditation but some sun caps would fit my torn “cant”.
I don’t got any go ask your Moon of a Mama.
She’s usually more giving than a grass eating llama.
Found her Love a upon a dance floor.
Hawaiian Luau straight island style without a bore.
But innocence was destined to open the wrong door.
Found her felt love back on a colorful pill mocking pure white moon rocks that filled all galore.
I’m talking thizz face bay area my go to for popping some ecstasy.
Playing gangsta pirate stupid making a fool over a love pill in me.
But right from the get go I saw what was going on.
She was bumping some electric love to get rid of my sad song.
Just listen rascal stay true to you roots in a vessel that can pour.
Hit the dance floor pull a shuffle kick back and watch some more.
Rave kid puffing hey Zeus here I’ll take the circle to pour a little juice out the door.
The only trick I had for a chic that probably flew away after a bore.
I ain’t bout the trade I’m on my high chair of here take back the phone booth.
Five alive took a handful of love pills to hit the green hill of truth.
Biggest rave yet can’t even dance my Mother’s Moon made me feel my lack of big boys pants.
Not so fun when you can’t dance so go sit over there and feel some ants.
Old forgotten feeling loneliest kid at the entire massive.            
Even got a fat lip from chewing all back the passive .
But I always cruised a rave to simply dance and learn a little wisdom.
Music brought back the peace into my inner Kingdom.
That Electric Daisy Carnival of summer of a full 10.
I would ignite some thoughts for a pen.
Destined for the Big Easy for it was the closet thing to Neverland.
Tossing back the joker to a played out like a 1 man kind of band.
Rich Pirate Caves that made me feel like a man.
Found the little Iwish in me and scored me a woman.
Pulling up the old weed telling stories of how I can.
Only breaking an old Mary of a heart.
Come on Ryan its time to play your part.
I made her feel the pain so she was forced to leave.
Riding my four wheeler busted jeep back west no flying to deceive.
Crying across country just yelling a nice fuck me.
Bout time I played myself pirate it would have begun to struck thee.
Back home trying to plot a love story over some shell?
Off with a Tink maybe her love with start to stir up this spell.
Nice try Ryan you are eyeing far apart.
That’s not you stop trying to pull an old pirate fart.
So I had written and believed up my own entire story.
Girl kept me hanging but always kept open the door and told me not to worry.
Thought she had left me for a girl who was playing upon magic.
Ryan you young fool we are trying to let you see your own Cat’s itch.
Here we will feed you a whole story of a lost Dorthy twist.
Let it out of you let us see your paw of a fist.
I had finally felt that I had been handed the best story upon a true miss.
Thank’s Dad I just needed another one of your stir him up kind of sun’s kiss.
Called her work to throw my girl and her friend under the bus.
Playing myself the biggest fool and throwing myself right into a new fuss.
Thinking I had shut the witch up I realized I had just sipped from his cup.
All too fake to be real were they giving me a betterment of a light up.
Always running back to my mother for her loving will.
But no car in the drive way that’s your own apple juice to fill.
Drove off like the old times in direction for school.
Wait I live the other way what am I doing you fool?
Flipping a bitch wam bam thank you mam.
You played yourself stupid for a yonder little lamb.
You had to prove yourself before you could bring light back to the fam.
Never giving poor boy blue a stich of his own pain.
Figure it out yourself here’s clues don’t get stuck in vain.
Gracious being an understatement I thought it be true for quite a while.
But I always played smarter than me to myself to start my own inside pirate pile.
Knowing it to be true to only keep ahold of its ponder.
Yeah but what would happen if this were to be fonder?
Inspiration came with quite the deserving sense of humblebility.
Bringing back the word that brought life back to the holy trinity.
Sorry for taking so long I was playing my favorite hat trick out of a pit.
Green apple to carrot smoking a lil grass to find and share it.
Must have been my favorite tie-dye shirt I wore at every rave,
Natural flashback  of the sun to my color book blanket that felt the save.
Taking a smoke break to laugh back at that old carrot.
A real white rabbit keeping its grass to smoke and truly fair it.
Sorry for having to write out and hit all the drawn out notes.
Heavens sent this one here's my Sheppard's rod lets find our truest hopes.
Back to the roots of a carrot so I have come to prepare it.
Asking for all forgiveness I will surely wear it.

 

               

Calling out a Grunge Warning

When the rock hit the tables,

The grunge broke down the pins and needles to the fables.

Calling out a warning the funk is losing its glory.

Spinning in circles screaming wish you were here.

Were down to the soulful keys.

Wrapping our last chords begging you please.

It was getting lost in the mix for the robot beats.

The DJ killed the band for they brought edited treats.

Just another phase a massive dance to put into retrospect.

It brought the four together in love's rooted dialect.

But just like any other rave greed came apparent.

The light show sold out on what could be transparent.

Renegades of funk where are your horns?

The brass that brought back dance to the street that it warns.

Why you think they called the band the second line in any parade?

They held up the faith to any march making sure the soul wouldn't fade.

The rave was brought from the underground to reminisce society's distrust.

To play back their sound to the walls they claimed a must.

Not to be stomped out onto nature made out for a lust.

Take back to your roots mellow moods of this is the right gust.

You can't fight fire with fire its why they doubled up on liar.

Feeding the colors at every stop light now take it back to let it inspire.

Tribal Seeds- Night Raver

Be careful where you walk,
The serpent lies in the dark.
Moving through the shadows,
In a effort to gain your control.
If you're weak, you better run,
Let the wise man chant him down.
Words of the Rastaman,
Warn to beware of deception of this:
Night raver! Predator!
It was a night raver! Predator!

So be warned: here comes the storm!
Move from harm!

So what you fuss? What you fighting for?
Tricked into a pointless war.
Them provoking you to rage,
You're vulnerable when you mind is insane.
So quick to activate self destruction,
Them run up them mouth,
Next thing them pull out a gun.
Weak minded man, you better run,
Let the wise man fix the situation.

Night raver! Predator!
It was a night raver! Predator!

So be warned: here comes the storm!
Move! Move away! Get away!

Late night raver! Self predator!
Late night raver: don't destroy, yourself.
Don't destroy yourself!
Humble down! Take it easy!

The White Owl Never Lies

The white owl took porch upon a truthful fig.

The sun had set while eating his last worm off a twig.

His Majesty had parted unto him his own magic of the night.

Keep a close eye give them an ooot to tell 'em its alright.

Without second glance the white owl gave unto his mindful dance.

For he kept alongside peace while watching the nightfall trance.

Nature knew it was forced to play through and what hey had to deceive.

There's the old man flying down on my prey I was trying to receive.

Should have gotten it earlier now you have to believe.

Pondering his night what went down upon past light.

For this was his time that gave truth back into new sight.

His oot was a knit to the hiccup of a night .



Let the Anthem be Heard and Recieved

Tribal Seeds In Your Area feat. Kyle McDonald (Slightly Stoopid) 2014

 

 

Raised up from a seed down in San Diego
Only culture only Rhythim only thing that a brother knows
Don’t give a shit for politics, new whips or fancy clothes
New Adidas, Nikes, Fillas, and them hats and Kangol’s
Only music in my soul so music everywhere we go
Right around Jah globe man decide to hit the road
Leave my mother and my father, brother, families at home
Down through Mexico and up through Colorado
Past the sea and through the desert
Over mountains into snow
Deep up past the knees from my head down to my toes
Trees up in my pocket, smoke goes
Where the wind blows
Over through the land and traveling to another show   Soooo,
While we in the area
Light it up, not daring you
Why some never hearing you
Cause your sound boy him delirious
Tribal seeds is in the area
Causing mass hysteria
Still drinking more beer than you
All other sound it is inferior

You better know who you are
And where you come from
Lay the path to the place where you belong
From the day you were born
To where you trod on
No one holds you to limitation
We the seeds in your area
Slightly Stoopid mashing up America
Like the music in psalms of King Solomon
Let it be heard by all generations
So tell me watta gwan all the youth rebellion
Light up the world in a revolution
Wisdom in the song to keep your head strong
In allegiance to the dub nation
Watch them all sing along to the rastaman chant
Take on the world with a guitar at hand
So tell me what you gonna do when them tell you to stop
Run them over
So what you gonna do now when them tell you to stop
Run them over
Tribal seeds in your area
Systems we never fearing you
Light it up, we not daring you

 

 

Punk Rock Kid Always Rose Amongst a Message

Punk rock kid always rose amongst a message

Chucking the all stars back to the tailored power of a passage. I’m talking fast riffs on how were going to wreck this. More hawks coming to bite the worm off your necklace. Dog tags and all, badges come off the fastest. Dread locks have been holding on long pass their death wish. No reason you have to hold on to that duality of a darwin fish. No wonder I got sick on one on a Mexico mish. But see I was born unto an alternative band of Everclear. Sweet relationship songs of how I wish you were here.

Inking you with my little paper bus.

Found you in my room and new it was a must.

Moving onto a blink of infinity inside 1 and 2.

Buzz is back now what are you going to do?

All the small things little midgets and all.

Back with the local boys who made me stand tall.

Was never huge on your master of puppets.

Guys played a mean guitar, but sold out on ruckus.

Just like those boys from Slip Knot who went at it and said f us.

What happened to your hit duality?

Hit number one to only end in all causality.

Got you on that one don’t even have to check twice.

Little boys like that always get stuck playing with mice.

You let it slip and lost your grip.

All good bringing the Zeppelin back down for a zip.

Houses of the Holy rock solid stairway to heaven.

I wrote out those solos, come back around to the faith of the herb my bretheren.

See I’m far into my folk days Ryan back talking truth to the Adams my dear.

Come pick me up was my favorite track off that album that year.

Broken and hard to find like any good used record.

But when spun upon rhyme aint nothing but truth was heard.

J5 rhymes for when it was for the rep and not the dollar.

Way old school before any kind of blue haven or collar.

Now off with the fun I’m talking Old Benny to Above and Beyond.

I dug it all and even hit the pit to get tripped by a wanna be slick Bond.

Well I’m talking dance hall were bringing it back.

Now you see what happened to the loss of a hacky sack.

Lil Rasta ball of fun, kicking good vibes and jams under the sun.

Passing the dutchie to left hand side cause the right was for your raggamuffin of a hun.

Kicking back truth to the sounds of the fountain of youth.

 When the music hits you feel no pain wisdom that didn't hurt or take a pull of a tooth.

According to Roy Teddy Bear Toy Story

 (Dedicated to Hoover a good Bear friend)

  wall paper pic will be posted later

There up against a wall lived an according to Roy teddy bear.

With toys in front of him he couldn't less even care.

But deep down inside he felt a rare bear urge to share.

He sat with a slump and thought what he had to himself.

A silver button of joy must have been left on his shelf.

He kept alongside his rocking horse for a lil' swift rock n' roll.

But his favorite lamb on wheels just stood helpless lacking any lamb hearted soul.

For it even had a string attached to his red fire truck and was ready to pull.

The rocking horse gave swift to Roy's favorite striped ball.

As the ball rolled the lamb felt its soul of a lost stripe.

The baaaa' thersome urge of a lost desire gone lamby ripe.

 The red truck felt its soul for saving the calling.

A Warner boy production going to warn her of the danger of straight balling.

Roy had felt his bandanna that always reminded him of his favorite cowboy.

Woody who gave life to the Bull's Eye Champ would carry the right toy.

But Champ was still rocking in his mind of a horse.

So Roy tried nudging a book for better or for worse.

But his magical building blocks felt his urge to move.

For the wood blocks A, B and C had been sketched upon his groove.

Block B was caught between a block of A of an apple and C of a cat.

So the bee flew into the apple until it hit flea flat.

Silly dumb bee you do not belong there.

But the apple felt the hit of a companion that brought fresh air.

What did you know the apple had a flea of its own to share.

The flea flew out the apple in hopes to see for a catch.

But the sight of a cat caught it before it could even latch.

So it flew back to the block B who was still bzzzed on itself.

But it had felt the stubborn sting of a bee to a flea upon a bear on a shelf.

For it was the bee that held the tale of one great killing.

Reminding Roy of his silver button of teddy bear living.

Feeling a butterfly feeling shaking the button into a matter of missing.

But it dawned on Roy on his old missing red truck.

Like that first bear feeling of we there yet,  ____.

He fared that his silver button was off for his lamb's greater feature reeling.

That went off to a jungle world holding less of a lamb sway needing more appealing.

So Roy sat there pondering his last toy of a sailboat.

In a land A'hoy dreams hoping to catch a boy aboard his ceiling he had always had to float.

Roy held a story sailing room wall borders of ceilings longing for an appearing.

Hoping a boy's imagination could bring Woody's life back to cowboy steering.

See the book Roy tried nudging was a creation story of teddy bear feeling.

A real Rodeo ball out, a truck to save its own.

A lamb upon its own will to ride the Bull's eye to pass its drift back to the champ shown.

See rodeo's brought a swift rock back to the wall of a rocking horse Champ.

Making for the perfect toy story to read at night and then give rest to your lamp.

 

Love in All the Wrong Places (A Mermaid Poem)

Double * Meaning

As I got further in the depth of my sea of words I felt it come to me easy as a “piece of a cake.” But, I’d know you’d come to realize, I did my learning in how the higher sun can star to bake.  When I influenced my mind in a star of light meditation. I took a different approach then as a miniscule mermaid recreation.  I swam my mind up higher in search of the star of salvation.  It led me to the answers of all stars of grand and marvelous creation. My greater change in star of thought was for a better time to star to come.  Just like the old’ Sun I found my star of happiness in simply music and soaking the good star up some. I had put star of time out of my star out day’s manipulative star of thought.  To go star off searching the life’s waters to only find that this wisdom was lying and growing in a star full of hot.

But, in my search for love I came across this mermaid Molly. She fed the minds of the people with something that sure brought them near the star of jolly. She said to go find true love back with this mermaid Mary Jane. But, every time I brought up the soar subject she just said don’t let it get to my brain.  So I went to this mermaid Lucy to take her for a star a far sea trip. But, she had forgotten about love simply cause she had star a far past her insanity with it.  It seemed these mermaids carried an influence of a different kind. Not knowing which way for me to go, but enlightening me to a star away for me to find. So I tried to wake my mind from swimming with a little star sense of “yay-yo.” But, using my old star nose didn’t seem to let this sense of the star to true love just go. So I star back to that sweet mistress of Mary. She only seemed to be quite contrary. I asked how does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells and pretty maids in a row. She had shown me the love seed that all mermaids kept deep down below.  It was a sea star upon shelter, but she wouldn’t dare her sea star love for it go.  So I told her I needed the star of love for someone that I could wow. Sweet Mary said bring her sand star seashell and you will hold the girl.  As it’s a girl’s treasure of star love that brings it back inside to be a star shiny pearl.  We are only mermaids who will mess with your miss upon the land.  For we only carry the maid power of hold by swimming hand in hand.

So it had seemed I had left my mind all together. In this yearning for love we all soon should have to render. That was all up until I met this darling heart of girl with the last name Bender. She called to my mind that it had been playing a joke on my heart.  I had gone to the wrong wheel of weed asking of this desired love part.  For why do you think they call it the 5th wheel?  It was sweet Mary who partook in love, but who wouldn’t give any or much less her own mermaid of a squeal.  She swam silent into the minds of people in search for true love and its human nature of appeal.  But, poor sweet Mary only held the star maid power to discover it and let star of reveal.  After all this was the star essence of the whole entire mermaid love ordeal. She carried an influence that gave deep depth to her understanding of the star of love. For she knew that the shallow living people world was in need of a necessity like deeper love from up above.

The star depth of sweet Mary’s Love was surely received. For my girl's heart felt drifted along and feeling such as star deceived. I had to prove to my true love that this Mary was all but simply star mistaken.  We love you for your sweet star mellow time, but not any of your cold mermaid heart breaking. My girl weaved me back into her love as her time was all of my day. So we lit the shit out of that old maid Mary in a pipe in hopes she would let her tinkered love begin to repay.  Mary said she was sorry for trying to keep it all. It’s just what us lonely mermaids due from keeping blue and star having a ball.  I understood for it seemed she always got star smoked in the end.  So we took her back and burnt her again only to find her as our new star saved friend.   Sweet Mary than on always swam by with her spell of luscious uplifting star on seaweed.  Only bringing light and deep truth to the growing love weed we lovers did need.  She said she had been with us since she heard a lil star song of shelter.   But singing it back to her was only going to begin to star to melt her.  So she told me to sing it back to my Miss star Bender. We would have found the star of true love over a sweeter virgin of a star Mary who now held such star splendor.  She only brought the star charm back to make all our new love begin to render. Giving me the power to find the right words to write back and star to send her.