Golden or Gold Fiddle or Harp or is it Fleece or maybe Hair?

Being I know a guy from Georgia … Lets call him Eutychus and since the devil went down to looking for something or other, I think the curtain needs to let a little sun in ya know? Those golden waves like a chariot who tend to give more than take. It's a good thing to be real and music … Well, that's life too.

She's a beauty ya know? I have a feeling she has the Golden Harp and the Hair or should we call it Fleece? There's a reason for that ya know. Warm tone and lovely voice and a life giver to be certain.

Anyway, if you had a choice to have anything in life you ever wanted, what would you ask for? Santa Clause is coming to town soon and to be real, Santa does not enjoy giving out worthless lumps of coal unless the coal is in process of formation into something quite brilliant and shiny.

Under pressure … Lots of it. I think Santa has his hands full.

 

i would also settle for a billion dollars.

 

She's umm … gorgeous. Mine would be similar in that I know myself from the inside out and the what's and who's I'm attracted too's. I see a rib if you get my meaning. A fibrous part of a man's inner being. I call it a soul and crown shining down her beauty.

 

So she played the golden harp. It was her favorite instrument. I think because of the warmth of the tone, like copper wind chimes ... The music played soothes the soul.

The same is true for the golden fleece. The warmth unmistakable and heavy.

 

Charlie said something about country being good enough. I'll agree and Georgia, well me casa eh su casa euty, and I know he'll agree, as he sits in a park somewhere in Atlanta sipping hot tea watching the reapers gather.

 

Sometimes you gotta ask yourself:. How much difference does it make?

 

Heavy and warm the fleece may be
With the rolling Stones our journey be
With lighting flashing across the sky
With sun and moon resting high

And as the clouds settle in
Set apart in this world we're in
Ask yourself once again
Is it worth it to begin again?

It's like magic on a summers day
When sun is shining as rain gives way
And a smile and grin with hair on chin
Are we living life or just giving in?

 

Relentless and cruel
Lays claim to rule
A slave or a vagabond

When night turns to day
Is there another way
To free the fool from the rule?

And if the rule came and went
And nary a hundred of something spent
Then how cruel is the cruel
Who tries to force the rule

Instead freeing the fool
From the rule of the cruel
Who forces the rule

It seems to me that it could be
Free but the fool under the rule of the cruel
Sees no light so they continue to fight
For the cruel and the rule

 

And with her harp she plays between the darkness and the light. The fleece she wears as golden as, and her hair shines like the sun. It's her chariot you know. With golden glow and shadows of ... She plays her harp as if her and I were one.

 

Have you ever known a muse? Have you ever played the fiddle? The golden harp shines a light and the fleece as warm as rays from the sun. Electric cold and bitter chill but she who shines the light. Golden waves and with diamond clusters on the water ... She gives life to life to life. Such a muse could only a god be and as above so below she shines that light on thee..

 

I have a golden theme on my thread today.

 

I guess as muses go she's a good one to know, golden fleece, golden harp and a smile that could light a thousand suns. Her music feels like magic, her voice soothes the soul, her energy like lightning as she lets the music flow. There's not much else to say as her way gives way and i able to channel the same . I like her ... I truly do. I'd like to meet her too, but not without my number 1 ... I wonder where she could be?

 

I have some remember when's that compelled me to act and not just wish someone well. Let's say some wished someone to hell. Well, that compelled me to stand for and if need be go with her. Now, I can't say this is the first who I've done this for, but at the moment, she has the floor. I honor what I honor. It's true. The beast I understand is part of life too. I know her beauty and I don't care what other's might say, she has become my muse and yes ... I love her way.

 

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Ok, so I have a thing for tigers

 

Me too

 

I guess I've been a part time student full-time friend. One day I'll make it to full-time student forever friend and then maybe make it to ...

and then be a student and friend again . Like Ravens and doves and the stars above, bright as each day dawn's, and we carry on with many a song even as each day dawn's. I need my forever friend to be a full time student