I woke this morning to the cockerel, I was so tired from all our hard work yesterday. I went down to the kitchen to prepare porridge for the family, after I had a quick wash to wake myself up.

Rioja, as usual was still sleeping, she drives me crazy with her lazy ways. Basildon and Wander were ready for a days work but Archie was very grumpy this morning.

We all went down to the mud bank it really stank today, it was so hot. We didn’t do too bad, and found quite a bit to take to the pawnbrokers.

Being Friday its our treat night – pie and mash all round. Good. No cooking. Then down to the pub. Archie and Rioja were both up singing again. It was a good night and I felt quite happy as we all rolled home but perhaps that was the babychams I had during the evening. Oh well, I’m well ready for bed. I hope Archie goes straight to sleep I cant be doing with him tonight

Up early in the morning once again to go to the Dodgy Bank. Not what I really want to do. I feel trapped and long for the day that I could move on from this misery of a life that I call home.

I got up had some breakfast very quickly and off I went to the mud bank to see what I could find. Nothing as usual so I went to the pub to drink my worries away. Always works. In the evening after a long tiring day I off I went to my muddy bed.

I want to Fly,
Fly so High,
In the Sky,
Peep into the Clouds
Unveil the Mystery
What lies Beyond
See the world of my Dreams
I wonder…
My Mind wanders…
I wonder…
If there is such a thing as Sky
Or is it our created Imagination
Illusion of the Clouds,
To Avoid seeing Clarity,
My mind runs….
Is that Human Mind
Always need to seek & search,
& Hence the
Perception of the Clouds -
To keep the curiosity Alive or
Is it true that there is a Sky
Really really High
I ask myself
Do I want to Fly for Fun & Wonder
or Do I want to Fly….!!!
Out of wander of my curious seeking mind..
Simply coz I am supposed to know
and quench my thirst for knowledge
or Do i even want to Fly….
The Sheer idea of Flight was conceived
assuming that there are clouds or sky….
What if it Never Existed…
What if its a Mere Illusion….
Then would I have ever known that we can Fly..
Would it even exist or occur to us..
that there’s such thing as flying….
Would this word “Fly” exist
…In dictionary?
…In Mind?
…In thoughts?
…In Emotions?
Well I can keep Thinking and Thinking…
Wonder if Mind’s Flying or what?
So with wonder…I sign off…
Flying or not well you keep thinking..
But yeah…Happy Flying to all of you …
In your world & thoughts….
—-Adios—Magic..

Shilpa ($erenity)

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

JRR Tolkien, “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring”, 1954. HarperCollins Publishers, 1999.

A 4th Girl comes outta the “WoodWork” today. That makes 4 girls that Woods has Woodied so far!! Woods has gotten 4 Holes in One so far, and the Count Continues.

If his wife had known this at the time she Clubbed Woods, Woods would have been in a Coma or worse!!!

That Prenup is getting higher and higher by the Minute. At this point, Erin is counting her Millions every time a New Girl says she was Woodied by Woods.

And the Saga Continues………………………….Stay Tuned

I very much doubt that Elin’s marriage to Wooods was one of Love, as much as it was for Money!!!

Well, Elin got Woodied, and she’s getting Paid Big Time for the Honor. Even she probably didn’t realize how much Money balling Woods was going to make her.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Elin was Purposely a Cold Fish in Bed, to make Woods want to wander. Woods Woody would have wandered anyway.

Red robots brightly shouting to stop!

Futuristic android swaying traffic – a sea of cars going places, meeting faces – human rat race is the maze we’re in.

Tall totem-pole-like sign of the times – to only but switch lanes on this life-made path we find.

Burning sensation as tongue touches scorching metal part – crimson tides now flowing by.

Yeilding now in my train of thought – right quick derailed, but I keep moving on…

But, wait! Here’s the end of the road.
Movements’ blocked – lost in traction – simply lost.
Stuck on words gone – flights of flocks now tugging on my golden-brown locks. Pen acts as a glock – writing on end, never cease – to never stop!

For ten minutes at least, seems simple on this street of ease – but things are never quite as it seems – so I’ll wait and see where this untimely mystery ends up taking me.

So I listen carefully, take stock of all surrounding me…create skillfully – to up the next level, so as to surpass this stage – and soon rock the stage…. Turn the page… is the time running out?

Look about to see if my thoughts are travelling the right route – what now?

Left somehow – need to refocus, regroup – to find that story book. Listless now gone – can write on and on and on – write on until the break of dawn!

The dawning of my age – the age of now – the time has come! All waiting done! Come one  – come all – lets destiny fulfill – lets heed our call!

Lets go!