A pleasent gift….

for a toad…

From prayer….

Have you found yourself, swinging your hand uncontrolably? Along with interesting sexual thoughts?

Funny sence of humor from newly centiant prayer… Now prayer an i have been at battle for sometime now, i’ve learned that you can’t beat prayer until, you let it go! Simple really, just let go, an you’ve won….

i’m only guessing, but i would take this chance in say that most people think the power prayer comes from “dog” opps i mean god… You couldn’t be more wrong, the power of prayer comes from the human heart, nothing to do with “dog” i mean god!

Just think of how many humans are on this blue rock we call home? Far to many to tell the truth, but that’s another topic… All those people praying, now really knowing where their prayers are going accept, the second pope, whom wears the ring of the first now gone first pope… Damn that took some doing…

Personally i would like to cut off the hand that wears the ring, some how through time, the majority of prayer, i would think a fault of prayer it self, we all make mistakes including prayer! Has tied itself to the one ring, which is the only piece of real gold the church has to date, everything else, family has including the arch, some call it god’s house, i like to piss in it… Grandfather a really, i mean really old Vampire, finds that amusing… Him and his brother fought in some really ugly wars, to live to this day… Wars like we have never seen, most likely will see simular war in our future, from other worlds, want our of couse, why else would come all that way for nothing… They would shield a handful of humans, against all odds, so that we may live another day… A act of lov, that see’s, no thank!

There can only be one family, an that is our!

I would say i got just a little sidetracked…


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A moment thought, from an old-man!

As i wander, the streets of the midnight city, watching those without remorse or pity!  Waltzingly dancing, creatively driven….


Unable to be, silently hidden…


An old-man, always someone prey…  It’s just material,

acquisition, nothing really, just toys of today…


Society within those of humanity, wish to destroy, the knowledge of an old-mans creative mind…


They do this, i would believe in fear!


i say what is to fear, from one single old-man trapped on the streets of the midnight city…



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A tale of a thousand dreams

Part four…

Life continues for a struggling addict, living in the alleys of Vancouver British Columbia, Canada..

Strange advents be happening regarding my financial situation, unsure yet somehow believe that there is a greater control, now this is all good!  However i fear life’s change,

won’t anybody, whom has been labeled crazy, stuck in a fantasy..

All i’ve ever really wanted is to be me, an to have a family, which would help me understand whom i am?  i feeling a strong belief, that there maybe great changes, an there are those whom, fear the changes would change me within a degree, that i would lose the desire to work on the same puzzles with which i have struggle within my life’s journeys..

i would honestly admit, i would get sidetrack, simply because that’s my nature, nonetheless, believe that i could easily be refocused as easily as i’ve become sidetrack..  Probably an every great worry would that i would lose the ability to solve problems in the same way..  Funny do they really know what, it takes for me to come up with a solution, even i have no idea when the answers come..  Sometime throughout a drug induced nightmare, or in the days afterwards, running across one person, whom i’ve never ever seen, says one word, with which the answers is created..  The answer could come by a kind look, from a passing stranger…

i know my attitude is something less to desire, most time unbearable if not downright rude,

that’s me..

i would like to be the kind sweet guy, however it will take a lot of work more on my part, a willingness to change, which up the topic about those whom fear change would be so great those puzzle would take a back seat..

Possible for a brief moment, however that is whom i am, puzzles seem to be a part of mylife..

It’s the answers when they do come, which fill my heart…

Far as a city Vancouver British Columbia, Canada is where i was born, shall always be home..  ifinn the accept whom i am, would be not my choice..

It would be all up to the city, now i not say that i would please all, even fifty percent, would be a loving bonus..

Normality is what i would like, nonetheless is not possible until i give a gift, which i must be very careful on these thoughts, i may look lifetimes for the right soul, an never find them, stating i will not let go, given to me for a reason, i believe he would say follow your heart, be patient the answer will come, when least expect it..

Tis a loving dream, that’s the gift, not the power of magick…

A Storm in toad’s mind;

A toad just wanders throughout life, like any other lost soul..  What throughout a toad’s mind sometime surprise even a toad..

Science or Curse..

No matter, a toad does what a toad does!

Now for over a couple of month, the word “Egypt” has been consuming a great amount of a toad’s thoughts..


For whatever F**king reason a toad, has just about had enough, so now onto a quest, into the word and the reason Egypt, has been cursing a toad’s every thought!

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My Baby-Sitters…


Now have you ever asked the question “Am I being Baby Sat?” strange I’m always asking myself this insane question it seem where ever I go it comes to mind that they are baby sitting me.  Then someone else would just pop by and I begin to wonder is the baby sitter being baby-sat?  I live in a strange world and which I have not idea what going on around me.  It’s just a feeling that I get when I am unsure of those around me, even those which could call close to me.  I would have to say this could be deemed an insane thought, however it is the way my mind works.  There have been many people, which I call baby sitters in my life.  Most quit shortly after they have taken on the job.  I guess a fifty-three — eleven year old is a handful…