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LNST- cold night by the fire
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:27 am
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:27 am
Honey mead.
Watching the flames burn
Moth to a flame
Like a moth to the flame,
Towards the fire she goes,
She’s a fiend for the heat,
While the wild wind blows,
She keeps flapping her wings,
While the smoke twists and turns,
In the blaze of desire,
You can’t flirt with the fire,
Without ending up burned
She’ll try to snuff it out,
But the wind from her wings,
Keeps fanning the flames,
Of the cruel warmth it brings,
And it’s all gone to ashes,
Just a heap of hot coals,
Lord and try as she might,
There’s just no fire bright,
To keep her From the cold
In the darkness the cinders,
Send her prayers to the sky,
As she cradles the embers,
While they smolder and die ,
It’s cold comfort she’s bought,
Oh and lord how she tried,
Now it’s ashes to dust,
Cause she’s just burned up,
From the fire inside
As the flames hiss and whisper,
Of the lonely forlorn,
Who just can’t seem to fly,
Guess it’s how they were born,
Now she’s queen of the ashes,
All her raiments are grey,
Til the wind comes along,
And she sings a sad song,
As it all blows away
As the ashes are falling,
Well they look just like snow,
I can still hear her calling,
Where the wild winds blow,
As the smoke swirls like mem’ries,
Leaving only her ghost,
Though she might have burned brief,
She blazed out with a heat,
That was hotter than most
Cross the plains of Montana,
Through the west texas skies,
On the wild colorado,
Well forever she flies,
And she’ll dance through the forests,
With her feet leaving fires,
Though the flames will burn out,
Cinders dance all about,
Leaving sparks of desire
And her ashes will go,
Somewhere gods only know
Where the wild winds blow
Watching the flames burn
Moth to a flame
Like a moth to the flame,
Towards the fire she goes,
She’s a fiend for the heat,
While the wild wind blows,
She keeps flapping her wings,
While the smoke twists and turns,
In the blaze of desire,
You can’t flirt with the fire,
Without ending up burned
She’ll try to snuff it out,
But the wind from her wings,
Keeps fanning the flames,
Of the cruel warmth it brings,
And it’s all gone to ashes,
Just a heap of hot coals,
Lord and try as she might,
There’s just no fire bright,
To keep her From the cold
In the darkness the cinders,
Send her prayers to the sky,
As she cradles the embers,
While they smolder and die ,
It’s cold comfort she’s bought,
Oh and lord how she tried,
Now it’s ashes to dust,
Cause she’s just burned up,
From the fire inside
As the flames hiss and whisper,
Of the lonely forlorn,
Who just can’t seem to fly,
Guess it’s how they were born,
Now she’s queen of the ashes,
All her raiments are grey,
Til the wind comes along,
And she sings a sad song,
As it all blows away
As the ashes are falling,
Well they look just like snow,
I can still hear her calling,
Where the wild winds blow,
As the smoke swirls like mem’ries,
Leaving only her ghost,
Though she might have burned brief,
She blazed out with a heat,
That was hotter than most
Cross the plains of Montana,
Through the west texas skies,
On the wild colorado,
Well forever she flies,
And she’ll dance through the forests,
With her feet leaving fires,
Though the flames will burn out,
Cinders dance all about,
Leaving sparks of desire
And her ashes will go,
Somewhere gods only know
Where the wild winds blow
This post was edited on 1/15/22 at 4:22 am
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Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:32 am to fr33manator
Um …
Beer & pizza
Beer & pizza
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:34 am to GreenRockTiger
Topo chico seltzers, vape
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:36 am to fr33manator
Toffee choc chip cookie and happy for the company of pets who never mind if you wake them up. 
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:41 am to DeCat ODahouse
Good pets are like good whiskey, they get better with time, and it’s always a sadness when they are gone
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:52 am to fr33manator
Just trying to stay awake as long as possible to get my sleep cycle back to normal.
Wine, bordeaux.
Wine, bordeaux.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:55 am to QuietTiger
There’s just something about staring at a fire…makes a man think
Posted on 1/15/22 at 12:56 am to fr33manator
I love a fire, but it draws you to it. I have the scars.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 1:04 am to QuietTiger
She’s a Promethean mistress. Fickle, unpredictable, wild
A damned dance between keeping warm and being burned
A damned dance between keeping warm and being burned
This post was edited on 1/15/22 at 1:08 am
Posted on 1/15/22 at 1:08 am to fr33manator
quote:
unpredictable, wild
I'm in!
Posted on 1/15/22 at 1:16 am to QuietTiger
Im a thread killer, sorry.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 3:14 am to fr33manator
quote:
Good pets are like good whiskey
Truth.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 3:38 am to Dalosaqy
Just watched “Big Fish.” Hadn’t seen it in years
Damn fine movie.
Reminds me a bit if this piece I wrote
My grandpa was a liar
When I was just a little lad, my grandpa caught a fish,
And in the haze of memory, it barely filled the dish,
I heard the story countless times, while they all were drinking beer,
I knew grandpa was a liar, in my youth that much was clear,
The fish my grandpa caught seemed to get bigger every time,
Not a lot, but just a little, when he’d tell the same old line,
And there wasn’t any picture, and he’d long since ate the proof,
My grandpa was a liar, but my grandpa told the truth,
I recall when I was little, 15 minutes was the limit,
As I grew so did his battle, til he’d fought for 30 minutes,
It got heavier by ounces, then got heavier by pounds,
How the laugh and lie got larger, when new people came around,
I was taught to lie was wrong, so I wondered why he did it,
As his hands grew ever wider, and his fish would grow to fit it,
And he even told that story, on the stage when he retired,
And though everyone was laughing, I knew grandpa was a liar,
As he grew more grey and wrinkled, ever wider grew his tale,
When he told it to my son, you would think he’d caught a whale,
So in time his teeth were false too, and his fish big as his smile,
I knew grandpa was a liar, but my grandpa lied in style,
Now I stand above his coffin, so I’ll now address the room,
If you’ve heard it, just bear with me, ‘fore we lay him in his tomb,
When I was just a little boy, my grandpa caught a fish,
And for me to tell the truth now, was the old man’s final wish,
Because I am not a liar, and I will not play the stooge,
Once my grandpa caught a fish,
(Stretch arms as wide as possible)
AND THAT FISH WAS FRIGGIN HUGE!
Damn fine movie.
Reminds me a bit if this piece I wrote
My grandpa was a liar
When I was just a little lad, my grandpa caught a fish,
And in the haze of memory, it barely filled the dish,
I heard the story countless times, while they all were drinking beer,
I knew grandpa was a liar, in my youth that much was clear,
The fish my grandpa caught seemed to get bigger every time,
Not a lot, but just a little, when he’d tell the same old line,
And there wasn’t any picture, and he’d long since ate the proof,
My grandpa was a liar, but my grandpa told the truth,
I recall when I was little, 15 minutes was the limit,
As I grew so did his battle, til he’d fought for 30 minutes,
It got heavier by ounces, then got heavier by pounds,
How the laugh and lie got larger, when new people came around,
I was taught to lie was wrong, so I wondered why he did it,
As his hands grew ever wider, and his fish would grow to fit it,
And he even told that story, on the stage when he retired,
And though everyone was laughing, I knew grandpa was a liar,
As he grew more grey and wrinkled, ever wider grew his tale,
When he told it to my son, you would think he’d caught a whale,
So in time his teeth were false too, and his fish big as his smile,
I knew grandpa was a liar, but my grandpa lied in style,
Now I stand above his coffin, so I’ll now address the room,
If you’ve heard it, just bear with me, ‘fore we lay him in his tomb,
When I was just a little boy, my grandpa caught a fish,
And for me to tell the truth now, was the old man’s final wish,
Because I am not a liar, and I will not play the stooge,
Once my grandpa caught a fish,
(Stretch arms as wide as possible)
AND THAT FISH WAS FRIGGIN HUGE!
Posted on 1/15/22 at 3:49 am to fr33manator
No snack. Going outside to cover fireplace, grills, and smokers.
Rain and snow on the way.
Rain and snow on the way.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 4:16 am to fr33manator
quote:
Good pets are like good whiskey, they get better with time, and it’s always a sadness when they are gone
This made me tear up at 4 in the morning.
Ma Nymeria won't always be with me.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 4:24 am to LSU Coyote
I have a swiss mountain blue heeler mix that just turned 13yrs . Best gaurd dog ever will miss him we he is gone.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 4:28 am to fr33manator
Because the light was on.
Posted on 1/15/22 at 4:30 am to roobedoo
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Posted on 1/15/22 at 4:32 am to fr33manator
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