Suede and Sunshade

  • I Guess Leaves Are Better Than Nothing

    I often wonder how people live off the grid and their reasoning for doing so. I imagine it goes a little something like this:

    Wild Thing

    I am a naturalist
    I live in the mountains 
    I roam free through the woods
    I wipe my ass with leaves

    The locals call me Wild Thing 
    Cuz they think anything not white is wicked
    Damn fools, but God bless ‘em anyways
    I am a foreigner, I am a wanderer
    I am a lone wolf in alpha territory

    But they know to stay away, because, who wants to draw blood from an angel?
    My lord, you think the end times now? Guess again!

    Am I in search for Eden?
    Perhaps, but what if I just wanted to run!
    Run from the gun, run from the fun!
    Run from the world, run from the girls!
    Run from the men, who in the end, only wanted my rear end!

    I live in a tent
    And I play chess with Bigfoot
    And he tells me many secrets!
    The secrets of the Old Guard
    The secrets of the New Age

    Oh yeah, this is the life for me!
    There is no place I would rather be!

    Written on August 15th, 2023

    Sunshine

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    Do you all believe in bigfoot?

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  • My Cotton Candy Fantasy!

    I have given up coffee for lent. I miss my Chestnut Praline Syrup…sadness and madness…

    Here is a poem about i wrote on the fly at work about sugar! Excuse me, Sugah!

    Cotton Candy Fantasy!

    I am a woman,
    And I dream of many things

    I dream about the sun and the stars!
    I dream about the children on Mars!
    I dream about the nebulas birthing new life!
    I dream about the world without strife!

    My favorite dream,
    A Cotton Candy Fantasy!

    I dream about the silky pink wool!
    I dream about the push and the pull!
    I dream about the Raging Bull!
    I dream about the way he gives me a mouthful!

    For these dreams, 
    I feel as above, so below

    I feel as sweet as the fruit of life in me!
    I feel as royal as a queen bee!
    I feel as guarded as the lock waiting for that key!
    I feel as warm and bountiful as the Caribbean Sea!

    When I wake up,
    I sing the song 

    I sing the song of Solomon!
    I sing the song of Oxygen!
    I sing the song of All the Queens Men!
    I sing the song of the Born-Again!

    Written July 15th, 2023

    Sunshine

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    Look at this video, its pretty cool: https://youtu.be/rr3fr5lFiRQ?si=_vXkEFtMs-6FSTr0: My Cotton Candy Fantasy!

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