From ghoulies and ghosties, And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
I’ll deliver to ya, Call me (number’s on the back)
The name’s Montague Dartie, ’tis short for Dartie
I am the One you want if ya wanna Party
With wild, dirty Hags and mean, old Banshees
I am good with them kelpies and hobgoblins,
And I am better with pixies and tod-lowries.
If it is a haunting that you want I am your man,
Professional to the very rotten core I am,
When all that was to go well goes ill. When life turns sour leaving sweetness behind. When heart doesn’t sing and the breeze doesn’t blow. When Life is bolted. When no body cares it’s a solemn affair.
I have been through life, and I’m still in it, and it goes on and on with mysterious solemn swings. Where they come from, and where they take you, is all unbelievable but yet they are there with power and strength. The force of envy and determination expels love and care from every drop of life, yet you live it, and though it doesn’t pay off the way you planned or expected it, but it pays. That’s the rule and that is why we all look forward to it. Its your pick to begin with and to give it turns but leaving hope is again a solemn affair.
God Weeds PTSD Out from Your Mind’s Garden
What happens when you plant tomatoes on the north side?
Growth is thwarted as the sun hides.
Let us compare our thoughts as vegetables and fruits in a garden growing.
Without the warmth of the Father’s Son PTSD seeds start sowing.
