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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Swelter on: September 24, 2018, 11:17:48 PM
" Someday Isle "

Summer Swelter
August Air
Mexican Sunset
Wish I was there..

Corona with lime
Toes in the sand
Under the TiKi Hut
Dredheaded Band

Someday Isle..... walk away from this meaningless life
And stop chasing the almighty dollar
Someday Isle...... take a shit on my bosses desk
And laugh while he screams and hollers.
Someday Isle, Someday Isle
Dreaming of my Someday Isle

SPF 50
Don't wanna burn
Gringo a peeling
When will I learn

Sitting here smiling
No bills to pay
So happy and peaceful
Just playing all day

Someday Isle..... walk away from this meaningless life
And stop chasing the almighty dollar
Someday Isle...... take a shit on my bosses desk
And laugh while he screams and hollers.
Someday Isle, Someday Isle
Dreaming of my Someday Isle



2  Songwriting Hints and Tips / Songwriting Hints and Tips / Re: technique? on: September 22, 2018, 07:57:17 PM
Song:  " HIGH ABOVE ME"

HIGH  ( is a high sustained note ) and comes back down at Above Me

Tal Bachman - High Above Me lyrics - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmmSAFWhyu0
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Balloon on: September 22, 2018, 07:24:00 PM
The thick wicker basket on it's side was waiting for the propane burner to fill the lungs of the big colored beast and finally make it upright to let us climb in..

We rise and brush up against a willow gazing in the sun... the basket tips a bit and my honey screams as our flight captain lets out a hysterical laugh.

Finally rising higher to clear anything that could crash us to our death, we look down in awe and amazement at the beautiful ponds and forest below.

I was zooming in and taking pictures with my telephoto lens when I noticed an old rusted out Ford van parked in a clearing.

A man was pulling a wrapped up sheet out of the back.....

Suddenly an arm falls out with blood trickling down toward a Pandora bracelet still attached to the limp extremity.

My heart was pounding like a mouse on speed while I was trying to snap pictures of his licence plate.

He must have heard my camera and he angrily looked up and saw me!

He ran to the front seat and pulled out a shotgun and pointed it up at us!

Duck! I screamed, as his first shot blew the rope apart on my side of the basket... Boom! another ripped through the balloon!

Boom Boom!!!!  We see splirting blood shoot out the side of our captains head as he falls over the side and onto the ground...

Oh damn...  he was holding the radio to communicate to the ground crew. And like an idiot, I talked my fiance into leaving both our phones in the car so we could enjoy the peaceful serenity of this beautiful flight.

The balloon was going down no matter how many times I pulled the propane feed chain to give it more heat...

Losing altitude.... going to crash..  and possibly get murdered by some maniac....
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Robot on: September 21, 2018, 02:49:56 AM
The ever burning question.. Is this all there is?

Trudging to the tedious jobs we hate... like robots...... just to pay the bills..

We fall down and get up..

Band-aids cover our elbows and knees.. 

Three steps forward and two steps back..
(We try not to get those out of order..)

How do we look at life??

Are we eternal spirits in a temporary body?

Did we choose to be here?

If my spirit lives forever, and this life is but a blink of eternity..

I'm taking a year or two off!

5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Shockwave on: September 17, 2018, 02:25:18 AM
Sung to;
(Love Is Like a) Heat Wave
Linda Ronstadt


Whenever I think of her
I get all happy inside
I can't stop feeling
Like a playful little child

Here's the deal, I know it's real
And that's the way It will always feel

It's like a SHOCKWAVE
Blowin up my soul
My mind is burning
out of control...




6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fiberglass on: September 15, 2018, 09:01:25 PM
Pink Panther unrolls it
But never will hold it
Fiberglass

Itching my skin
Don't breathe it in
Fiberglass

I need to articulate, it's only to insulate..
And keep my heating bill low...
Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a song
Unless sweet music makes it so.

It lays in the attic
Not good for asthmatics
Fiberglass

Owens Corning R30
Is dusty and dirty
Fiberglass

I need to articulate, it's only to insulate..
And keep my heating bill low...
Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a song
Unless sweet music makes it so.



7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / EEL on: September 10, 2018, 11:43:59 PM
My heart is throbbing out of my chest as the excitement of diving in the crystal clear blue waters of Cozumel Mexico is finally realized.
I taste the salt on my tongue as I fall over backwards into the possible shark infested abyss.
Equalizing every 10 ft.. I make my way down to 110 ft and look up at the tiny boat floating on the sunny surface like a toy in a bathtub.
I see an 8 foot green Moray Eel's eyes staring at me as the current fly's me over coral heads and past his home cavern.
I am filled with awe and feel so privileged to share this beautiful world that we have only begun to discover....
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hoax on: September 08, 2018, 10:27:37 PM
Every breath is a miracle, every moment a gift, I used to get caught up in hoax that this is all there is... No... this spirit living in this mortal body has chosen to be here, at this time, in this body, going thru this test.. not a hoax... eternal reality...
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Arrow on: September 06, 2017, 01:45:58 PM
Jacob fought nine bloody battles under three kings and was never even scratched.

His fearless attitude was realized as he looked down at the feathers that protruded out of his chest.

This skinny flying object lacerated thru his armor like butter as he sat there watching his red life force dripping down his side soaking his shirt.

The sound of whaling all around him as men cried in agony.

The smell of his own demise and rotting corpses filed his senses.

He was tasting death.

Feeling naked and adrift among the agonizing dying.

His breath wheezing and choking slower and slower.

He broke the arrows wood just in front of the feathers and decided he would have a better chance to push it thru than to pull it out.

He placed the broken part in his mouth and slammed his shield into the protruding end.

Shrieking as he spit out the part of the arrow he bit thru, he pulled out the tip that now extended out of his back.

Laying there fading away, he prayed for clarity of his life's purpose.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cocktail on: September 04, 2017, 11:09:25 PM
She placed three drops of the deadly poison in his glass with the gold rimmed trim.
The Cabernet Cocktail that would end his miserable exsistence.

Her heart in adrenaline mode, she handed him the last thing he would ever hold.
His hand grappled the tiny stem as he moved it toward his lips.
The same hands that beat her down on an almost daily basis.
Her bruised face still swollen from yesterdays episode, she managed to smile and say,
"Have another sip my King " (My superior man who thinks I'm a worthless pile of dung).

(I am nothing, nothing but the ender of your selfish and worthless life )

" Take another sip my Love " Things will get better! That's what you said after yesterdays beat down!
Ahh...better they will be... finally... I will rise up from your ashes to proclaim my throne.

(Sorry... I was in the Game Of Thrones mood today )
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tongue on: September 02, 2017, 10:09:25 PM
The strongest and most movable muscle in the body..
Covered with buds and bumps..
It loves to explore the inside of a lovers mouth and get tangled and lost with another.
Falling, passionate, connected.. One poetic dance

Once my stupid brain told me to protrude it out and touch a frozen flagpole..

There I was.. stuck.. regretting my action like so many other 1 second mistakes I have made thru life.

My only escape was to find some warm liquid and melt the ice that formed
between my tantalizing muscle and the frozen jail cell bar that held me captive.

With no one around, I painfully pulled down my zipper ..
Squirted some warm, salty, yellow liquid into the palm of my hand..

Heads / Tails

Should I splash the pole and free myself or just rip it clean?

It seemed like an eternity to decide..

Wait till summer was the only other option...

I spit 300 times on the way home..

No Gum...
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