Angels high in the sky, goodness and mercy, wishes, dreams and prayers, granted to delight. Dates to set for better dazes over time and space. Good times to practice with a six pack complete, never short of cans in a six pack, notes to share. Happy and delighted with dreams of ships sailing on seven seas.
Death is part of the cycle of life, time to live and time to die, die daily is the practice that we live, closer to death by the day. Just happy and delighted to have another day living, it is a great day, and thankful for the present gift of another day here on the right side of the grave. Wanted to talk about the others on the left side of the grave, and what it meant to have known them then.
Angels or spooks in the house, all the ghost, all the angels, goodness and mercy, and my mothers Aleane Brenagh, Vivtavia Brenagh, Richard Alexander Bailey, Mary Jane Bailey, Walter Richard Bailey, Willy Bailey, Sally Anne Murphy, Sally D'Silva, Micheal D'Silva, Mary Campbell, Mary Stocker, and the rest will come, later in time and space. Just a few of the deceased and expired rats out of the rat race, members of the tribes on the left side of the grave.
Remember the past to continue with new lessons learned alone the way, ghosts to share the stories in your head, stars that shoot at night, with messages to hear on the sound of the wind blowing in the trees. Dead people talking in the still of the night, while you sleep are the visits with the dead. Good times to share of the stars created in your dreams, you are the creator, you are the star in the movies in your dreams. Dreams to greatness, dreams to family and friends dead and the good times created in their homes in the sky, in the clouds in you head.
To start life as a star or to end your life as a star, one of the views that I like to share, everybody born is a star in the world they are in. So what you are not able to please everyone, that is not your job, so what if you are not perfect, and so what people change with the coming of a new day. Help the lost, help the displace, be honest and true to the right things to do, talk about love with pieces of a dream to greatness.
Common dream for family, friends, foes, to treat you the same is the same all the time, happiness and joy for the gifts of peace given in circles of love that you have to extend to others. Plans to create more and better is the dream for me, and a house would be nice, gifts to share. Simple and humble are some of the ways to get things done, when out in the world of doctors, in the world of government business, in the world of joys and pains of growing witty and wise. Lessons at the time, either a teacher or a student, what are the lessons that you are teaching the others that watch? Not something to think about for long right?
My Mother was a wise old lady at the age of 34, she was the leader of a pack of angels, or candles in the wind for a brief moment in time, Aleane Breangh Bailey, May 12, 1937 to October 16, 1971, the period of light on earth, the kids forgotten that were alive, only wanted to be with God and the dead kids, is what I would like to believe. The reason why she expired so young.
Can remember the joy and happiness share while she lived in my life, and the best sewer and made so many gifts of clothes. I remember the sewing machine she had, did not know the story on how she got one of her first sewing machines. The story I heard is that she won it in a spelling bee, and the sewing machine was the 1st prize for this event. Not sure now who told me that story, and Uncle Carl or my Dad, Walter Richard Bailey, the jack of all trades in the passages of Texas, watching the world pass by on his pouch at his house.
Jack Bailey, and Bill Bailey, bugs, butterflies and moths to fly in the sun on the five acre of living for the dated old man in the family. Goals to fast and pray for a long life in place, thanks for the example of living long. Rolling stones is the picture that I had in my head about Jack, or Bill the painter, the man that was the leader in his family born in and the families that he created. Example or a role model for living in the country, living a life on the land, close to gods of the earth, and gods of the lands, pieces of loving and living a long life. Thanks again.
Pictures of the dead to dance in my head are my mother, and my grandmothers, and my brother, are the ones that I wanted to share today. Have high hopes for the wishes, dreams, and plans in place, and the answers to the problems that seem a life time issue. Home for the holidays, credit is an issues, and the attention directed at the gifts to exchange for the young at heart. Sometimes I think I want so much, and I want it so bad and I have to wait for everything.
Mountains to climb, and valleys to cross, dodge the bumps in the road, and smile and be thankful for the gifts in your life already, things that I tell myself daily. Hopes hopping for places to land, windows and doors open for a brand new dazes to start process of rolling the wheels of life together in California. Rooted to the laws of the land, rooted to the laws of natural, and rooted to the laws of joy and happiness to share time and time again. Presents in the day with the people that you see, and help out of a moment in time, forgotten quickly is how the day is spent.
Singing Birds: Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few.
Gifts for the tall dragons, wizards with space and time, gifts for the mature, gifts for the retired giants, understanding men to date for the true colors of love and hate. Love and hate the horns of a goat, happy and gay with the laughs, happy and delighted for another day on the right side of the great. What a great day for new plans, what a great day for the fun and games, what a great day for the saints and the sinners. Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different, just like me and posses to locate today.
Happy and delighted for another day on the right side of the graves. Graves to you, and graves to me, every day closer to the setting sun on the end of dazes on earth. Gifts daily to share, words and pictures for the lost, sad and blue frogs and freaks out at night. Lessons to learn, as a teacher or as a student, choices daily, and the room to grow always nice for a turn or two, flipping the coins, and flipping the cards, 52 ways to play this hand.
Lighthouse visited the first time Dennis Duke, can to California, to see the last wedding. Maxine Moore, Max Moore, girlfriend to the young at heart, found a rolling stone. One in a million, the one and only flower child, the last one in California.
It was another sunny date in Santa Barbara, the ship was fun to sail, with family and friends. The Queen Bee, ready to sail, after the legal dance is done. Tying the knot for the second time. Back to square one, joys and pains of grown and change, new adventures to create for the Dukes.
Turning the page again, Dennis Duke had to leave, it was to long, it was another piece of news for Pepper. Hot Pepper, so much better than Patty Duke, the pastiche queen his first wife.
Every day was a sunny day, every day was a holiday, but Dennis was gray alone. Hot Pepper was his life. Hot Pepper was the reward for 25 years in service to his babies mama.
Thank god childhood has a end to it. Lighthouses on the shores, warnings out, ships back on the docks for the night. Good times over for the night. Cats in the cradle, the man and the moon.
Happy notes to share, dazes to dance in the sun. Songs to sing. Happy with the joys and pains of growth, lessons learned the first time. What a great day to be alive. Birds and bees, flowers in dogwood trees, filled with dogwood butterflies.
