The Cool Night

The world is imperfect, as I am a smart and attractive man. Brought to my knees enforced by loneliness. 

The creator granted me a spirit woman to help me through the long tough road to her. She comes home in the night, mornings, sends me sweet dreams to test me through the day. I ponder her love. Caring deeply, sweet smelling clean. Surrounded big eyes are hidden for me to do the dirty work of helping a daily balance. I feel like a walking talking camera desperate to make the right choice not only for me or Jesus Christ. But for answering life hacks.  Please help us answer life’s problems.

We have been here. Now there are newcomers trying to take away the life’s bountiful goodness. Please take charge. Put on some fancy clothes they ask me, defeat tyranny. We all worked macro efficient to craft a livable world in 2 feet of snow.  They yell, “We had to take away from you when you do not respect paradise. Now, our paradise is being slowly taken and given to the highest bidder. Our farms, schools, our stores and healing lodges are AT STAKE. Please, we will give you your dream woman if you fight our battle”. I am exhausted. 

They plea, “You don’t require anything but a pen and paper. You are healthy, let us use you to make our world better again because we do not like being treated like you”. The furnace blows cool air which should be warm beyond measure. Dream Catcher is what I made for the shelter this evening, sways, moves and dances at the window. Furnace blowing the ceremonial tool into a dance of business. A perfect circle, metal, bound by black leather. Weaved in sinew as a spider shall do. (Charlottes- Web) Spindles you riddles to ponder in the morning safe in your bed. Beads colored, caught in the web represent bad ones, snared before entering the room. Good dreams let in gently return to guide you, both flowing down towards the earth melting, rippling away through the bird feathers without harm. I do not dream to harm others, even the Creator blesses the bad dreams to be filtered. Everything the Creator made is born pure at birth.

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