Time, life

Time is a measurement,
Life is an explanation of what your time on earth has been.

During your life you have gaps that are explained away as time passing bye.

Other times you are forced to watch as your life passes you bye.

Sometimes your time spent away from life means watching the life of others go bye.

Over time you remember the life of others who are no longer around to spend time with.

The lives of others may take up your time, but attribute much to your own life.

The time I spent to write this was a very slow period of a day in my life.

Journey of a sheep.

It is a wonderful thing, life as a sheep.
Getting led around by little Bo Peeps.
Led hither and yonder by dogs with no leash.
Barked at, stripped naked, it’s a wonderful peace


Yes life as a sheep is a glorious way.
To chew grass, leap walls that where put in our way.
What goes on behind closed doors, we know little bout.
But we do what we are told, when Bo Peep starts to shout.


"A Wolf, a Wolf, follow me now. Don’t worry about where, don’t worry about how. Ignore that cliff I wont let you fall. Ignore the clippers they won’t shear you all. Ignore your brother, who was taken down. I’m sure Ill lead you to safer ground."

The wolf is evil and cunning indeed, so we always do what our master heeds.
Off we run, over walls and through creeks.
Being chased by Peeps dogs, snipping at our cheeks.
Finally we enter a shelter claimed safe.
Many enter, few leave, I’m sure there's bad history surrounding this place.

Yours Truly,
Mr. L.chop
U.S.D.A Grade Choice

Its a political thing.....

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I'm going to post some old poetry here.



I never feared what I never owned, I
do not feel what I have never known, I
do not trust the path before me, I
will not go where I am to blind to see, I
visualize and strive to know, I
am curious and dieing to go, I
feel the urge of the unknown now,I
strongly feel the chaos, but I dont know how, I
came upon it, helped it grow, so what happens now, I
do not know.

I suspect some part of me, I
think a traitor to my self Ive become,I
see no sense trying to hide though, I
see no sense is trying to run, I
fear the known, which was lost before,I
cross the path, blind or not,I
am eager to know this unknown more.....