You hide I seak.  Face the tree count to ten, then sound the call," Ready or not here I come".  Oh where oh where are we hideing, behind the car, to easy.  Behind the bush, worth a look.  ****, he was behind the car, the chase is on.  we race toward base, both red in the face.  I want to tag him however he made it, he's safe.  This time I hide and you seak.  Alight Tony, I will start countimg, you go hide.   "Ready or not here I, AAAHHHH!  Tony what are trying to do give me a heart attack, standing behind me like that.  Dinner time need to go in, have a good evening, see you tommarow my friend.   See you tommarow as well, by the way Tony, Never do that again.  Noted

Drowning in these thoughts again,
Good friends with gills now were selfish.
You slipped I slipped that's what these hooks do they **** us from our lying lips.
My words stand over me sometime I guess that's why you don't understand this.
I just Can't stand trips! I fall worse then august in this thoughtful seasons.
Rowing threw my head my actions propose to some of these guilt trips.
..now I'm sea sick.
But all life's puzzles will fall in to pieces. I asked to come and walk with you on these thoughts with faith so I may be descent.

As you calm me...my words whisper
"There's no greater friend other then Jesus".



Just to be honest, even now my knees creases.

The little old house on the hill
with cracking floors
and withered flowers
Grey skies hang
like chandeliers
from century old ****** mansions
Romance and rot
in the panels of wood
secrets and stories
hidden in bed springs
that still ring the sound of our laughter
Yellowed curtains
once white with glow
fly outside the window
some people fear places like these
but I seak comfort
In dancing with the ghosts
who once left their print
In the little old house on the hill.