Between This Life, And Your Dreams !

Death so ever present with a life of it's own too. Death comes to dream with maybe even the wild-life best. Death a-far off from me, as I dream. Sleep not but death at all alone, but yet I taste more life when I sleep. Life with so much more to offer.

Death comes to quick in it's own way, and takes them for what it can, even in their dreams ahead of their time. There time comes not all at once. There dreams are coming to rob them of their time, in more ways than one. What is their time mom ? What is your time dad ? What is my time, everyone, even at all ?

Questions sometimes not best fit for the child on early or off ! Your dreams hold your ears for the better than secret hears, or hear you outs or not ! Secrets coming from beyond human means, and then there's even more to share in my dreams, such as even this world has never even came to hear once before, or as before.

Making before me more than I could ever wish to know, comes of thoughts wide-open to awake, but asleep comes to hear of more than home-made ears best at times and different.

You come to fish a-new ! You come as a more than a mind-boggling Flea of some kind, like you've never seen before, even in Cartooned up Land. You have teeth that don't come to scare you best even at all. Your teeth come to cut better than the Sharks teeth in water, or the Pit of Bulls out of water Shark like do.

You now bare-down to bite through rocks of many planets, that they of no life ever got to, nor money could buy. Your bitting into more than rock-solid diamonds love is letting you know, in your spirit. They can't be love always, as they wouldn't let me come to go this far, even in my dreams best as love does.

They are still with me in some ways, never to be forgotten. They help come to still make the talent more gifted. Their danger is of no harm as once valued. Holy Hell, is what some come to Heaven on Earth to speak of alone only ? Yea well, it comes to sound better than cooler than cool at times.

Give me Jesus on the line, and new lines are ever made best for changing ways to have more than room to step into life with you, at times. You aren't after the dead, but more life in love ! To grant me serenity to accept that which I can't change with a ever changing God that He is not. He never changes in some ways known to us but not best as of yet for always. Yes, I'll keep it in keep, but come to weep for it in my own artful way best for love and my time. I can't change it completely, but can make it different.

I can accept it as the, "As Is'"only life, but can settle for more than life alone has to offer in the spirit of love. I can't just stop life still to come cause it looks dead or come to more than bleed. I come to stay with it different as oddly gifted for the best, even though I'm not the best thing or more or less for it, "I still must offer it something more than nothing as if I can see it, "It lives in some way, open to the more or less even best at times, if not if for more than me, it's own way in love, with love." Even but a dream deserves this if and more in love at times !

Greet me in life, or not with all the sayings best put together in time of mixed up words, and yet does it matter with life like a bowl of cereal and or chex mix or even colored popcorn, as it is what it is, and shaken up like a friend hand to hand or left alone, yet accepted and not fit for the things I can-not change, with rearrangements of more than I am, from the faith a-part of me, of the all and all mix best. Do you have,"The all and all, mix best fit for life abundant" ?

The box of chocolates shaken up to much so, and melted as well, and now you come so called best to choose as a real man ? Come as a child and eat abundantly of faith, and share the melted chocolate like love shares life daily by his many graces with us, ever changing not for the best, even as chocolate melted messes, but yet can be sweet still, but not as we alone.The sweetness of only human needs more grace and honey on the rocks, was best to be tried by love first, than chocolates melted alone can come to give at times or not ! Are they still there Sally-Sue, with you ?

They have all up and gone down me. I'm sure glad God made you only sister and not girl-friend who would come to share them with a kiss best perhaps compared to your so called best of days alone. I still love you sis, on easier than when we were children, as at least your not out to put your chocolate messes and more down my pants. I had to go bad that day, and chocolate waits for me before you came to be best.

Goes needs to be inside before it comes out best and of God somewhat by grace, and not Holy Hell, of more than shedding of snakes skin nature, and than some all over theres not best too. You thought spreading your fingers from the stick of pop-sickle alone was bad sis. Think of me too, and yesterdays of chocolate more than life itself to some kids ever wasted to them of no pocket book at all even.