The Zero Indian Curse.Absolutely fascinating

 

FREE!!!!

 

When My Fever Breaks...

How strange is this!!!??? Just had a very high fever

break and then I ran across this....

fever ain't no fun unless it's a love fever

and a love fever can kill you.  👄💓💔

Supernatural Farewell

 

Wayward Son

(My paternal great-grandmother was a Winchester in real life)

Bye, boys......

He's Cool Like That

 

He’s Cool Like That

Space age sleek skinny shades

No rose-colored glasses here

HD all the way, baby

Clean cut, raw and realistic

That’s the way he likes to see the world……

Fairy tales were always full of lies

Even when he was a child

He didn’t believe in ‘em

Didn’t accept that frogs turned into princes

When pretty girls kissed ‘em.

Didn’t believe in monsters and trolls

Except for the ones

His father said lived down the street

But turned out………..

They were just messed up people with problems.

He’s solid, like mountains are solid,

Like houses on firm foundations,

Like concrete and cement

Mixed with diamond and iron,

And just as determined as a bull seeing red.

He likes graffiti art

The kind you find in subways and stuff,

Or on the side of a dirty wall

That someone tries to make beautiful……..

Something illegal in the eyes of the world.

He likes things that are screwed up

But has the potential to be awesome

Kind of like people he’s met,

Who walk around wounded

But will end up in God’s gallery one day.

At first sight, you might run from him

For he’s big and intimidating

And quiet and intense

But when you get to know him,

You learn pretty fast that it’s just a façade.

He likes animals, wild and domestic

Heck, he even has a snake

Who makes itself at home

On top of the microwave

While he makes toast and coffee.

The only thing he’s afraid of

Is…… himself…………….

And opening the door of his heart up

To have it slammed back in his face

But he’s the most transparent guy you ever met.

He writes poetry

That touches your heart

Like a steel-tipped feather,

Like a velvet bullet to your brain

That kills you and heals you all at the same time.

And he’s always looking for something

Not quite sure what it is

But knows it’s out there somewhere

In some dilapidated old building,

Or a can of spray paint or on a wadded-up page.

He’s an open book

But he’s laminated……..

It’s hard to touch him on the surface

But it’s easy to touch him inside

And he cries when nobody’s looking.

He’d make a good Superhero

I don’t know what you’d call him

‘Cause he has so many qualities

But you know he’d do the right thing

(And he’d look pretty good in a cape.)

He loves God like fish love water

He doesn’t cram Him down your throat

But if you open the door, he’ll gladly come in,

Share what God’s done, what He’s gonna do

And even introduce you if that’s what you want.

He walks lonely through a crowd

Looking for the lost and the despairing,

Looking for the treasure

That someone threw away as trash

Seeing unseen beauty in every broken bit.

There’s something noble in a man who can do that

Something righteous………..

In a heart that feels the pain of the world

Something beautiful on the face of the man

Who doesn’t see it’s beauty in the mirror.

He makes you laugh; he makes you cry

He makes you wonder and wish

And think about things you never thought of before

But most of all, he makes you want to be real

Real as he is, cause he’s cool like that.

©by Voo

June 4th, 2011

9:59 p.m.

for Scott