The Hit With Or Without Thy Hand !

The hit of music comes upon my ears, with that as well, the clap with my head inbetween, of my child. Are you such a hit with your children yet, that even part of you, has come to this?

The odd hit, that doesn't come of the each of everyday, or has changed in love, or not in some special way, on both sides of you or not.

You can't get rid of but one side of the hit, or have to move the hit away, far enough to suffice body and soul. Paddles of all shapes and geometrical designs, haven't just come to the cans. The paddle of art, strikes a hit with you, in your creative mind of only the one side.

You now take the paddle of which was only used of thy hand, on the one side of things, and reform it's ways of love best, as the kids have gone beyond it's ways of old. Don't let the paddle of the hit, just up and die!

The hit from within, comes beyond your paddles gates, and the hit from without, makes art best, when both of the hits come forth of what are said by some to be of two separate worlds, but yet the same at times. The creative mind mixes in as it can't distinguish as we what is normal or not so normal where it begins it's so called start even before what we consider our within and our within alone, wants thoughts come from beginnings of who knows where in God odd.

We have been known to try to reach gate-ways even beyond space to us, through arts talents doors or from that which talent that comes too, God odd at times. Now that once paddle, is put to paint, from within of greater the space, or the universe it self at times, with or without our knowledge in God odd art or what have we, of ways.

What's that ? No longer mommy springs forth from that once child, who clapped your ears with your head in-between, but now of more than man-hood. This is the painting of all the different shapes and sizes of paddles offered from books and handed down generation upon generation with my special touch of arts God odd eye, to come to have painted our families memories in. What are these over here that seem eye nor hands have ever come to touch, without picture of memories yet inside?

These are the paddles that offer more life to our God odd creative minds, that I left for others to be brought to more than soul of spark with, from what doesn't offer enough, of just new shapes and geometrical size alone.

The so called finished to some is left undone to the God odd eye of arts fetch I left for them, to paint of imagination alone with on their own separate canvas or not, for that special hit of love needed for life to life to be at least offered to all, or at least some of this generation's God odd thus far.

It's to good for this world for some to but get a glimpse of, as though they see not the Sun's glare, but the glare of soul gone bad, at least to them, and they of their own separate God odd world. The God odd sometimes world of cartoon land, that we could all learn a lot more than we know from yet still as adults, as far as being hit with the God odd is concerned, to offer the best loving mixes of talents gifts in more of the best full sense.

The real blended with the fake, makes art best at times. The other offerings that come forth even beyond the hand clap with thy head in-between, will come to make the God odd hit of love, better than even, the kiss of love, of the normal type known unto some willing to settle for just the norm and not go further in love God odd. Do you try to hide your God odd?

Yes, I know you may think you have to, as before I became a ghost writer, I couldn't bring myself to even paint God odd, except with ways that some would call alone. Your never alone was sung by Elvis, and wouldn't you come to think he knew of this God odd, that he may even held back with at times, as the God odd of full impact wasn't ready for this world, that goes beyond Rock and Roll, and so much more? How far are you willing to go with God odd on of the so called plate called by some of only the one, before your willing to share it, more in full?

I know you would like to, but fear popularities touch that isn't always so loving, nor ever offers much rid of lonely at times, even when in it's gates, with that hit or what have you or what have you waiting, of even the more value yet still. God odd, is odder than odd, and you fear it musn't come forth beyond your gate-ways with and in real love that's sometimes that's said at times to be better off working alone unseen.

You mean God odd can't be offfered in this seen world of outside eye, but is working odder than odd even beyond our God odd that we can see, to help us best but not in full for even every eye of faith to see at this time period?