was to be a great show this picture show of Quarksire’s to only fall into disrepair as the original goldigger knew, would not be there to complete the affair of this picture show, In the mind of Q, Who woulda Knew? is all i can say,
I feel like a broken Clay pot on this ol’ mines floor!
Affected by a Goldigger
of da’ mind no more,
like a clay dish on the studio floor
Quarksire now knows da’ old Miners Score
deep down the mine shaft in that lonely rewm….
swept under the carpet crushed on stepped on and more
is how this feeling is…….betrayed upon for want of not to
accept an clean up ones mess!
Whilst Mining 4 Lives & Thoughts!
A million broken pieces now, fragmented an shattered so unkind
lays because of lying lacks and acceptance not
– that apologiez………
were in order an forgiveness to be had………
……..but not in the plan this incarnation! 😦 for Q whom is
Under Da’ Carpet..Once Again…..On Da’ Floor!
Q again now knows da’ score………
~ So ~
remains a million pieces – scattered – then stuffed under dat rug…..
fer; she was going to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess, but,,,,,, well…
instead Q got lines of “love” fed to all the broken pieces of almost disrepair;
Instead Q got a treasure trove of disrepair, out of the heavy Air…
as the Goldminer once did , she then jest left it all in disrepair….
This think air down deep inside, the mind of the Mind of possible dis-repair
again, when asked to pick up the pieces , the little gurl swept em right on up!
SHE SWEPT EM RIGHT ON BACK UNDER THE RUG – INSTEAD –
AS IF TO; be some kinna good fortune gone bad
Like Gold that has somehow turnt to lead
A Goldiggerz Goal was
2 try to make Q once again fall on his head:(
so the big Q feels like this pot and that pot today – Plenty Of Trouble i guess…
swept under the rug once again an stepped on again….
crushed under the rug frum above
the angels from above , have the female ality and the lacks to keep that broken Pot!
right where he belong, under that rug,,,cuz ya know .he was of a bad strain – that pot…..
so; Like a clay dish, that she broke intentionally on the studioe floor
and swept under the rug and more – i feel for – and i this broken clay pot well,
don’t get to see her light no more,,,,,,,,,,,for this!
IS as an angel thats come left and gone,
she wishes to be to me again this day in this thing i call life
…with Mikey …..Da Q who struggles not to see strife in life….
Like a broken ol’ clay pot thats fallen on the floor…
but to be swept under da’ rug, to be seen er heard from no more!
that easy huh.well,
fer some witches,
their brooms, well don’t werks so WELL
so clyde says left turn mikey!
and as time would tell, as the clay pot lays under the rug, waiting to be swept up someday……
BY SOMEONE???? That might find the correct pathway to mine and strike love in one of the veins….
in this mess of a thing ,called “a Quarked Life:”
Till then i lay under the rug,,,pieces of ex-strife- again – lewking fer a new “WIFE”….
okay .back to mining TIME inside the old hard drive fer da’ Q Till next weekend – Dis Pilot is – hoping the weather will be gewd an warmer to go fly again,,,an again and again….yep gettin’ “HIGH” is what life becomes all bout..
After and Whence some one has been brought so low…
by another soul who lives – Down Below…In the resources of the A MIND – NOT SO KIND!
Swept under da’ carpet in the viewing rewm – so she can go Mine another Vein – In the Chasams of this ol Mine – . Q’s mind.- this time ..
Remember “Crashing is Not an Option” and well, don’t let miners that mine the wrong veins, and hit the wrong pathways, cuz greed over-ruled their very own PlayRight and Fantasy – let them mine themselves to the end of the dark tunnel that goes no where, whilkst i mine the tunnels of treasure, that reach to the sky again, to be able to break through once again , somewhere on the back side of this mountain of life without strife,
Light will appear on the other side of the tunnel.
oh an yeah ,maybe also, a “new Wife” lol…in all due time…
God bless : many blessings and peace out to all who came by to see what part of this hard drive this guy was mining, whilst he was under dat rug….waitin’ fer someone to come help put the pieces mind meant to melt back together again ! :)…
Someone Mining this mind for love, will find diamonds along the way…with a bit of gold…I should hope to say an pray…
seeking the mountains of love above! to be found , wherever one travels…this to now know once again frum Q..
Namaste’…2 U frum..Q