Wednesday, May 11, 2022
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the sweet Earth’s flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
But only God can make a tree”
well … made me think bout Al… I use to appreciate how the essence of him would come and look out for me.. while alone.. respected.. but that was my reminisce…
ANywho.. Did the dang thang in the gym.. Got those speghetti arms…
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tubemen.. feeling arms…
I gotta recondition my *best* knee… the league injured, need surgery knee….. so I can jump rope again.
i miss yal too…
i guess its cute.. to act like how somebody feel foreal. *shrugs*
i do miss… transformers and friends too.. like bumblee, asking me “whats a meeve” or the revving of cars in horizon…
and every time i look in the mirror, im never mad at my reflection.
but when theres two many ways play .. somebody always chooses a way that makes one wonder”who am I” ….
and if you dont know… the world sho aint gone know..
preciate ya voice.. wish i could see ya face.
interactive dream last night was about all them billionaire flights outta space.. with a mamba grant there laughing at the people when a lift didnt go as planned..
i got funny stories.. that are prolly restructered.. because somebody likes to resell experience(lacroixit).. but are worth soo soo much..
i think those are the happiest lyrics he has though..
finna change blog title to -.CHarmy Carmes Blog of THoughts.or something better.