Today’s toad…

Another installment of a toad, as to learning a small meaning of lov?

 

i walk the streets dreaming, as one looks for lost treasure an unwanted prayer, which drifted from caring loving people in-which i’ve never known…

 

My thoughts are always on filling a bag full of bottles, which people have donated, unconsciously…

 

i would like to make the statement, “We, whom collect these nickels an dimes are honestly an truthfully grateful….

 

So i will say, “i will soon set-forth on a venture of magickal delight, hunting unwanted treasures, picking-up nickels an dimes..

 

Thank you Vancouver BC Canada, for making my life possible in the most uniquely, filled with magick an wonder!


Hop skip an jump, storming through puddles, like a child floating within heaven..

 

Which was not my intention, just getting where i needed to go!

 

Back to the Kettle for another, dollar meal!  Damn ifinn i do an damn ifinn i don’t?

 

Tis the life of a homeless man, which is banished from his rightful place on Wall Street….

 

Tis a dance through time, captured within a delusional mind, homeless to be his only crime…

 

i do believe the above paragraph will be turned into a poetic rhyme?

 

Day by day learning the placement of lov, not a heavenly lov, but a lov, created by ordinary people, none with a belief or a god or heaven above…

 

i’ve been writing non-sense for years now, so times just can’t believe that there are some whom will read, what a delusional man living on the streets of Vancouver BC Canada has to say?

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toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad