Freedmont Happiness of Joy
Upon Nasty Fur Hounds
The stars twinkle in the night sky
as I stare into the blue horizon
The sun sets to the south of my glowing yellow body of darkness
Slipping the serpent nature from within
into the clear wet body illuminating flourescent white,
into my eyes as I speak to you
The sun moves over,
he rolls over as the white line upon my face slips over my nose into the moon
“Oh so sad” I think to myself as the math is put together in the form of innocence
in the heart of the ever pure
Almost being like the red green light that flashes at one’s eyes as Christmas sings about to me in the tone of pleasant.
Oh what a great feeling it is to have the tree of life flourish over my floor,
Gulping down what little water remains in the white red bowl it sips
Its green pine needle drinking hands waving about for help in its torturous environment.
What a great feeling of dehydration watching its tongue dig deep into the soul of the barrel bowl, and spirit of the flowing water.
Oh such things must rush over the man making math
Staring over the horizon.
Imagining the nearing Christmas of joy and happiness
The Both that share us Joy.