evil
Banking question for Iraq
Iraq your central bank is not run by the House of Rothschild
North Korea your central bank is not run by the House of Rothschild
Iran your central bank is not run by the House of Rothschild
Cuba your central bank is not run by the House of Rothschild
Axis of evil or just a desire to keep your money within
Money is the root of all evil
Maybe if money was given where desired
Maybe if they had to eat their money
Imaginary is money
In reality is that not imaginary
States nation’s ideology to kill murder to do evil
Evil a root of money
Really is this country’s evil or just living at their own pace
Why imaginary evil must is what sets the pace of this race
Iraq WAR
Iraq the dogs of war are howling at you for money
You need to ask Russia and China to come rescue you for money
Reality is shame when a senator wants to murder you for money
Iraq say Saddam killed 2 million - USA 186,000 over a period of peace
A tenth of the money
War is a weird way of organized destruction for money
All for peace or destruction for money
Reality is sad this way of destruction for money
Iraq had some great books
Beautiful people are readers my dear there in Iraq
They are children at heart in Iraq
For if they can dream it they can be it in Iraq
So be a reader of hearts of Iraq
Children imagination is wonderful to imagine peace in Iraq
Children loving their life are wonderful to imagine peace within Iraq
Build a strong loving life in imagination of Iraq
For we all will soon have to live in our minds in fear of Iraq
For shame is shame and evil is near o Iraq
What is the plan to live on o Iraq?
What is their game to end Iraq?
To steal our imagination of Iraq
And end this game of Iraq
Shame is shame of terrorist of Iraq
That is the game of money on Iraq
How once a strong nation is deep in shame on Iraq
Death in Iraq
Death is but a dream Iraq
Dreaming is but a moment in death Iraq
Sleep is one sixty the of death Iraq
Dreaming is the colored version of death
What is the end resolute Iraq?
Love is evil then live backward Iraq
Evil vet love evil vet- live evil Iraq
For death is but a dream Iraq
We r all evil o Iraq
The Mind
Wondrous how the mind lives within itself on Iraq
The thoughts are alive on Iraq
The night is alive with thoughts on Iraq
Live thoughts live with laughter o Iraq
The mind is where to live on Iraq
When you are around you bring a smile into my life
The heart sees through the mind’s eye for laughter
Live, love, and laugh within your mind
For all else is a dream of Iraq
A dream that is wonderful or a nightmare
Make your dreams beautiful
Ask for forgiveness, do right, and sleep right
Time is reality of holding on for a moment Iraq
Humans are vessels for memories held on
If I listen quietly I can hear the change unreality
Déjà vu is reality
Earth has passed through here before o Iraq
Earth has seen all this before
Human vessels capturing reality spoken
Vessels of spirit and soul of this galaxy’s soul
Vessels holding dreams about Iraq
Vessels holding screams
Vessels with bright wondrous day dreams
Vessels made of earthenware avatar do you know what you are
Vessels holding a Creator’s dream of Iraq
Vessels holding on to pleasant dream
Dreams are what we are o Iraq
Dreams of good and noble spirits
Dreams of evil spirits
Dreams are all we are
Nightmares can be forgiven here on Iraq
Nightmares can scream here
Nightmares can bleed here
Nightmares are made here
Daydreamer please wake the world up on Iraq
Daydreamers please save the world by shaping up
Daydreamer be pleasant to the world
Daydreamers please make a better world
Watching the skies change is interesting not fun of Iraq
Watching an extra sun appear is shown but not fun
There once was a man o Iraq
There was a plan
There once was a dream of man
USA can you stand
Please be better to Iraq
Please be good
Please wake up and dream well
Please change your evil ways to good
There once was a plan within a dream of Iraq
There once was a man to change aid plan
There once was a chance to bring back good
There once was hope that needs to be turned to good
Please be good o Iraq
Please change your plan to being good
In the Creators eye am I value added to this world of Iraq
I hope so for my own safety
World what to you say to me, world
I hope I am worth something for safety
Scary how this world without safety is o Iraq
Sad how life nets have been messed up
Sad what the world is up to these days
World scary messed up
What survival is there these days on Iraq?
What peace and love are here these days?
Scary are these days
Wild unpleasant these days
Sad are these days on Iraq
Weird are the worlds these days
Value is added when time, budget are spent and what is at the end is worth more
Value of a human soul what is that worth these days
Pleasant thoughts are these days
Scary are these days on Iraq
Imagination what is wrong with these days on Iraq
Scary are the world population these days
What is wrong with people these days?
Cry for the people these days
No peace for the people these days on Iraq
Iraq lost people these days
Cry for the people these days
Scary are allot people these days
When rulers are mean to the people
Tyranny rules the people of Iraq
This poet’s mind is simple today on Iraq
If I like reading it I will publish it today
I started writing poetry month plus a few days ago
I started with an idea to bring thoughts from ages ago
I realize my timing is off to Iraq
I realize reality is off
I rationalize today
I realize these are the end of days
What ideas could be of harm these days on Iraq?
What social political party is winning these days?
I realize something has changed these days
Socialism is back these days
Hate of the people is here these days on Iraq
Something is wrong in the nation these days
When in the end of Iraq
All I have is words to say
Oh Help Creator forgive me today
This is not the way to end my day
Wild emotional ride I am sure was not part of my thoughts today
Wild notions of how the world is evil today
Weird how life is these days
What is wrong with the people these days on Iraq?
Forgive, forget, and move on today Iraq
That is allot to say
I wonder about my thoughts today
I wonder about people these days
Why are they changing to weirdness today on Iraq?
What chemical has been inserted them today
Why are they such wild people these days?
Is life to be more fun than punishment of Iraq?
Is love to be more joy then heart ache
Is laughter to be more mirth then sadness
Is caring, loving, living, sharing worth more than badness
Question a poet asks looking for his heart about Iraq
Questions a poet asks reading through people’s prose lines
Questioning the beating heart of rhyme prose and book lines
Questioning the sanity of people’s hearts
Why is life such an interesting tart o Iraq?
What has life done to deserve such a dissent part?
When will the beating heart play its part?
Where will life show end its beating part?
Life’s questions are vague at times on Iraq
Living, loving, laughter giving is all there is good at times
Mad Hatter is you okay about Iraq
I saw you the other day
Sanity is fleeting as broken heart
What reality is time to the heart?
The queen of hearts played her game today in Iraq
The queen over threw the king of hearts to become the ruler today
The queen of hearts was insane today
What makes the queen of hearts so mean today
Evil works in wondrous ways to Iraq
Shame is evil these days
What is wrong with people these days?
Sanity is fleeting these days
Round up the good people for hope, caring these days on Iraq
Pray for all the people these days
I wonder about this life of Iraq
I ponder about this life
Why is life so mean in this life?
How can I escape pain in this life?
Weird how life is these days on Iraq
Weird why life is sad these days
Weird when life is shown on television these days
Weird what is happening these days
Question a poet asks of these days on Iraq
Why are we hurting so much in these days?
Politicians seem to be lying more in these days
People are crying more in these days
Pain, suffering, show up more in these days on Iraq
Laughter is not so much in these days
Life is love turned to joy be thankful today on Iraq
Love is laughter in the heart to enjoy be thankful today
Laughter is a spirit that we hope to enjoy be thankful today
Live to love a life full of laughter is thankful today
Time is reality of that moment in life be thankful today on Iraq
Reality is that love captures a moment in time be thankful for that day
Time shows love of life in a moment of time for that day
Laughter is love in the heart of life for that day
Right is all that is good for lighting that day o Iraq
Light shows how life is bright in that day
Love, life, filled with laughter’s light on this day
Be bold love; be hold life is laughter in light on Thanksgiving Day
Be love to show life on Thanksgiving Day
Death is cease to be o Iraq
Hate is death to love to be
Sadness is death to laughter spirit’s light to be
Depression is hate shown in sadness indeed
Reality is sadness indeed o Iraq
Evil times showing death indeed
Shame to those that are evil indeed
Blaming others for their evil deeds
Wrong is evil this day of Iraq
Evil is wrong shame showing this day
Incorrect behavior is shown this day
Be unkind uncaring inside this day
Evil is screaming noise o Iraq
Ghostly spirit of evil ways
Be a hero show life how to live be good
Be love instead show existence is good
Be careful of your dreams and thoughts show good
Be in love of life, loving, and laughter is good o Iraq
Reality is a moment in time to Iraq
Laughter is for eternity in time
Love is a dream lived out in reality of time
Live a life of love of laughter in time
Be good for reality sake of Iraq
Be careful for reality of time sake
Be loving be good for heaven’s sake
Be careful for reality sake
Noise of laughter for Thanksgiving Day
Be good on that day o Iraq
English is funny
Evil is live
Live is evil
Love is evil vet
Evil vet is love
Evolve Iraq.
Iraq forgive me
I am sad to say Iraq bye
My mind runs a thousand thoughts a moment sometimes Iraq bye
My mind is not what it used to be Iraq good bye
My mind no longer reads the things right Iraq bye
Iraq I am sorry the US of A every visited you
Shame on the US of A for allowing Saudis to buy us
Shame is shame
Evil is evil
Iraq is suffering tonight
Iraq something is not right
Iraq forgive the US of A tonight
Shame is shame evil is not right
Wrong is causing evil
Wrong is causing shame
The end is near oh Iraq
First they came for the Babies o Iraq
Abort something is not right
Next they came for the elderly
Hospice life is at the end send them into the night of Iraq run flee
Then they came for the cripples by gene selection
Abortion what could have been send an end to that might
Next they came for the poets
Because the media would not show it
Then they came for you
That is how the IRS and government will get you to Iraq
The end is near
How sad will it be the end is near?
We did not change to right
We did not make life right
Our evil is live spelled backward
Deva vu in yet again
Iraq can you find your government
Can you find a true public official?
Can you be safe?
Can you trust your government?
Can you believe their laws?
Can they change?
Should they be allowed to change laws?
Should they be allowed to make laws?
Should they even exist as change?
For evil seems they be laws
Civil War in Iraq
Shame on the war in Iraq paid for by American oil money
Shame on the war in Libya paid for by American oil money
Shame on the war in Egypt paid for By American oil money
Evil is the government that works towards war
Evil is war meaning war is worse than hell for in hell no innocent die in war
Evil are people of this world that cannot change to peace instead of war
Change was promised to America
Change was forgotten to ask good or evil for America
Change like Anderson consulting company destroying America
Destroy the world within by giving into its evil sins
Destroy the state from within by giving people their desired evil sins
Destroy law from within by not working coordinating together within is sins
How can us as a nation change for the better
How can we as a nation stand up for what is right or better
How can we look for a life that is better?
Seek the creator on your knees be praying
Seek heroes that are on their knees praying
Seek well instead of evil on television and keep praying
Chance favors those that take the opportunities
Chance might save us all with an opportunity
Chance is luck which favors opportunities
Peace is what this world needs
Peace is where we should listen with ears to their needs
Peace to help those with needs
Love is what this world needs
Love to heal the hurt in people needs
Love please helps those of us in need
Death was a new angel that challenged the Creator
His challenge I have no idea why
But the story I heard
Is the following:
Job was to be the person taking the place of Abraham for the gentiles.
The Creator looked out and said have you challenged my friend Job
And with that Job earned his reward known throughout the ages
The Creator was betting that a good man could survey.
The angel death toke all his stuff, his children, and his friends.
The angel death said let me take his health and wolf the Creator said okay.
What did I learn from this story?
That all we are; are pawns or betting chips in a game not seen by gentles
Humor how this makes me feel that everything I do here is a game
Welcome to learning you are just an avatar
That nothing we do matters to us
That the Creator sees us to go good or evil
That the challenge is something worth betting or not
Angel called death toke one third of the angels that day in his flight fight with the Creator
Why is this rebellion happen this way?
I don’t understand nor care
The story however ha something moral to say
The angel death wants to destroy the race of Adam it seems
Why I have neither idea nor care
The story however brings a question about Islam in general
The whole Koran is based on an angel talking to a prophet who does not change his ways to good. According to his own words he
"Muhammad is a narcissist, a pedophile, a mass murderer,
A terrorist, a misogynist, a lecher, a cult leader, a madman
A rapist, a torturer, an assassin and a looter."
Former Muslim Ali Sine offered $50,000 to anyone
Who could prove otherwise based on Islamic texts.
The reward has gone unclaimed
This makes sense that an angel did speak with him
It makes sense that someone that might not be completely good made this all up.
Christian Iraq’s
Change to God
Change your ways
God watches to your ways
Change during today
God is here today
Change what you say
God hears what you say
Change your heart to be kind
God’s mercy is kind
Change your heart to love
God’s mercy is love
Change your fait to belief
God sees your actions as belief
Change the end is near
God is near
Ted Ferguson a well-traveled actor
Eternity will remember his walking and strutting across the stage of life of an actor
Dearly promoted with a strong French speech acting in faraway places for an actor
Ferguson a last name educated in the states from Michigan to Louisiana
Eternity will be remembered as a time he walked on the stage of life
Reality is but a moment in a life as an actor
Giving the world a chance an opportunity to see another vision of life
Uniquely speaking German, Spanish, English with a well-polished French voice actor
Sensing that fight scenes within a well-developed body of an actor
On call to hear the directors call to an actor.
Never giving up the dream of stardom of being an actor.
War in Syria is all sad I know, thinking about the war I realize now war is man’s team work for destruction
Shame on the war in Syria paid for by American oil money
Shame on the war in Libya paid for by American oil money
Shame on the war in Egypt paid for By American oil money
Evil is the government that works towards war
Evil is war meaning war is worse than hell for in hell no innocent die in war
Evil are people of this world that cannot change to peace instead of war
Change was promised to America
Change was forgotten to ask good or evil for America
Change like Anderson consulting company destroying America
Destroy the world within by giving into its evil sins
Destroy the state from within by giving people their desired evil sins
Destroy law from within by not working coordinating together within is sins
How can us as a nation change for the better
How can we as a nation stand up for what is right or better
How can we look for a life that is better?
Seek the creator on your knees be praying
Seek heroes that are on their knees praying
Seek well instead of evil on television and keep praying
Chance favors those that take the opportunities
Chance might save us all with an opportunity
Chance is luck which favors opportunities
Peace is what this world needs
Peace is where we should listen with ears to their needs
Peace to help those with needs
Love is what this world needs
Love to heal the hurt in people needs
Love please helps those of us in need
Happy Thanksgiving and belated times a past
Happy thanksgiving
Hope you are near
Happy thanksgiving I hope you come here
Thank you for being clear
Thank you for this day of thankfulness
Happy thanksgiving
Happy to be with you
All this day with you
Peace on earth and with you
Prayers for all the world and you
You are what I am thankful for
Thanksgiving tales
Happy to be in the tale
Almost right in character of a fairy tale
Nearer each day
Kindness and peace be with us this good day
Save the wings for daddy on this day
Giving us the day of rest and peace
I love you this day
Very wonderful day
I love you more this day
Nearer and nearer this day
Give everyone something to be thankful this good day
Full of turkey, beans and stuffiness day
Uniquely a thanksgiving day
Love, laughter, live on this day
Had enough where is the Creator please
I have failed yet again
I have been a failure for so many times this seems similar again
I wonder and wander if I am here just to fail again
Lore has this being the 7th cycle of the universe which will try again
But not with the same spirits or soul matching pray again
What will happen is something new until that too begins again
Why is life experience just a cycle of beginning again?
Love, live, laughter is all that should be cycled again
Open up your heart again
Very reality of love again
Eternity is soon to begin again
Hate, death, depression is to loss and not cycled again
All is sadness when you realize nothing is real again
Time is just a toy to begin again
Eternity of love or hate, death or life, laughter or depression again
Cry world for you to be at an end
Reality is time will soon be at an end
You need to pray for a good end
Failure is something interesting to see again
Can I stand on my feet to begin again?
Cowboy work
Cowboys should be in demand now days
Only people worth something in poetry
Work all these days
Boys start early in the morning
Overtime what is that it is just morning time?
You think I am kidding life is fun times
Working hard is the life of the cowboys
Overtime what is that it is just morning time?
Reality is for all time
Kind, nice, smile be on time
Is working with cow reality of time?
Same as all work on time
Hardly a day of easy work for cowboys
Are you ready to work as cowboys?
Reality is all the same
Day in and day out on time
Live, love, and laugh all the time
You would love being a cowboy
Fairy Brides
All dressed up
Insightful heaven is up
Reality of a fairy bride
You have to believe
Believe flying up
Reality of a fairy bride
In flying up believe
Dream of fairy brides
Everlasting fairy brides
Sailing through the air with fairy brides
Salem Halloween night
All Hallowed eve
Light from the moon night
Evening dusk of moonlight
Memories of all eve
Halloween tonight
All Hallowed eve
Longing for the moon light
Loving the spirits night
On all Hallow eve
Whimsical spirit night
Evening hallowed eve light
Every Halloween night
Nights brightest hallowed eve night
Night’s hallowed eve
Indeed all hallowed eve night
Ghosts and spirits night
Halloween eve night
Time for spirits night
Bible Advocate
I read the Bible
Be full of hope in the Bible
Love of the word in the Bible
Eternity is hope of the Bible
Advocate for eternity
Dear love for eternity
Validate love for eternity
On hope for love in eternity
Can there be an eternity of love
Almighty for love
Time for love
Eternity of love
Christian followers’ goal
Heaven is a goal
Religion is tool for that goal
I hope for this goal
Salvation being the goal
To help others is the goal
Inside the bibles goal
Almighty’s goal
Needing a goal
Followers hope for this goal
Onward towards the goal
Loving words for the goal
Love is part of the goal
Open your heart to the goal
Winning the race is the goal
Eternity is the goal
Reality is part of the goal
Goal
Spirit of meditation
Praying internally for help external
I look to the sky in meditation
Reality is internal life is external
I look internal for meditation external
Time for internal meditation for reality external
Overlooked is meditation
Fallen spiritual internal
Meditation of the spirit
Evening’s meditation external
Due time meditation
Internal meditation of the spirit
Time for spirit meditation
All is external is internal meditation
Time for external mediation
I look for meditation
Often spiritual meditation
Near mediation of the spirit
Meditate Spirit on the Times
Evening is here
Dear
I meditate here
Time is near
Always near
Time’s end could be here
Evening is here
Soul what is the time
Plus or minus time
I meditate here
Reality is time
I meditate here
Time’s end could be here
Out of here
Near here
Time is reality here
Here is the end of time
End of time
Time for the end is near
I can feel it near
My time to the end is here
Evening’s reality is here
Spirit First Poetry
Pouring over poetry
I look to my spirit
Reality is spirit
I look to my spirit
Time is reality in spirit.
First to see poetry
I look to write poetry
Reality is poetry
Spirit is poetry
Time is poetry
Poetry is a spirit
Overflowing spirit
Even written spirit
Time is spirit
Reality is spirit
You have a spirit
Cowboys and cowgirls
Onward cows
Working hands at cows
Boy work at those cows
Onward cows
You work hard with cows
A life of a cow
Near to earth are the cows
Dignity of a cow
Cowgirls and cowboys
Ovens working for the cowboys
Working hard for those cowboys
Girls love their cowboys
Indeed their work as cowgirls
Reality is hard work for cowgirls
Several years of nothing but working cowgirls
Death was a new angel that challenged the Creator
His challenge I have no idea why
But the story I heard
Is the following:
Job was to be the person taking the place of Abraham for the gentiles.
The Creator looked out and said have you challenged my friend Job
And with that Job earned his reward known throughout the ages
The Creator was betting that a good man could survey.
The angel death toke all his stuff, his children, and his friends.
The angel death said let me take his health and wolf the Creator said okay.
What did I learn from this story?
That all we are; are pawns or betting chips in a game not seen by gentles
Humor how this makes me feel that everything I do here is a game
Welcome to learning you are just an avatar
That nothing we do matters to us
That the Creator sees us to go good or evil
That the challenge is something worth betting or not
Angel called death toke one third of the angels that day in his flight fight with the Creator
Why is this rebellion happen this way?
I don’t understand nor care
The story however ha something moral to say
The angel death wants to destroy the race of Adam it seems
Why I have neither idea nor care
The story however brings a question about Islam in general
The whole Koran is based on an angel talking to a prophet who does not change his ways to good. According to his own words he
"Muhammad is a narcissist, a pedophile, a mass murderer,
A terrorist, a misogynist, a lecher, a cult leader, a madman
A rapist, a torturer, an assassin and a looter."
Former Muslim Ali Sine offered $50,000 to anyone
Who could prove otherwise based on Islamic texts.
The reward has gone unclaimed
This makes sense that an angel did speak with him
It makes sense that someone that might not be completely good made this all up
Dog owners beware
http://www.barenakedislam.com/2011/09/09/spain-muslims-are-poisoning-dogs-because-they-consider-them-to-be-filth/
Catholics beware
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/short-syrian-terrorists-behead-catholic-priest-article-1.1387069
Women beware
http://freedomoutpost.com/2013/09/precious-little-girl-dismembered-still-alive-obamas-psychotic-syrian-rebels/#chyms2O3VvMJ80p0.01www.thereligionofpeace.com
Why you should be good versus evil.
http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/pascal-wager/
"God is, or He is not"
A Game is being played... where heads or tails will turn up.
According to reason, you can defend neither of the propositions.
You must wager. (It's not optional.)
Let us weigh the gain and the loss in wagering that God is. Let us estimate these two chances. If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing.
Wager, then, without hesitation that He is. (...) There is here an infinity of an infinitely happy life to gain, a chance of gain against a finite number of chances of loss, and what you stake is finite. And so our proposition is of infinite force, when there is the finite to stake in a game where there are equal risks of gain and of loss, and the infinite to gain.
http://mychal-massie.com/premium/us-troops-receive-orders-to-deploy-to-syria/ shame on these senators for not stopping this call them and let them no war in Syria http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm Women beware this is the presidents friends http://freedomoutpost.com/2013/09/precious-little-girl-dismembered-still-alive-obamas-psychotic-syrian-rebels/#chyms2O3VvMJ80p0.01www.thereligionofpeace.com
Change to God
Change your ways
God watches to your ways
Change during today
God is here today
Change what you say
God hears what you say
Change your heart to be kind
God’s mercy is kind
Change your heart to love
God’s mercy is love
Change your fait to belief
God sees your actions as belief
Change the end is near
God is near
As many of you know I use to live in the library during the day light hours of the 1980’s. I spent my time with Lewis, Token, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.
Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Smith. Odd that the book defiantly was not categorized by the author last name or title of the book for a library category. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.
The librarian was nowhere to be found. I believe she had gone out forgetting me. So with no one to stop me I pulled the door open. There on the floor was a pill of envelopes, and from the light from a window over the chair I was using I could see a light with a pull string light. Bending over reading the address I was the majority addressed to a Mr. Baby. Humor someone’s Hemingway hideout? Who knows anyway pulling the chain lighted a small room. A table, what looked like a still? The pill of envelopes and a small looking medical gad was what I could see. Being venturous I went through the envelopes. Which had wonderful 20s stamps all addressed to Baby. Trying to figure out why their presence was there I noticed a mail drop between the back of the door.
Well I guess if someone was to hid a room a library was as good as place as any. What surprised me most was the lack of dust. Anyways moving into the room I started to review the books on the table. The first was a ledger accounting it seemed of a business operation of medicine? No I suppose after seeing a liquor bottle. There in the ledger were small towns that appeared in North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Illinois, Minnesota, and other small towns that I recognized from my travels with my mom since the split up of my folks. It seemed this was a major illegal operations built on the plains of North Dakota. Sort of like the Kennedy’s moon shine hold in Havre, Montana. Looking at the next book it seemed like a personal diary. Last date 1929 written about a Mr. Baby and venture of moon shine. The journal was given by someone Limburg for a birthday gift to a Major Baby. Reading the dairy about Mr. Baby seemed to be in love with someone. He had it bad. Seemed obsessive to appoint that I realized I had never fallen head over heels in love before. It seemed to detail that Mr. Baby was a local who was planning to take and make himself a rich person.
Humor he even gave some detail on back accounts and politicians a few of them; I had heard about from history class. One name I saw I did not expect was my great grandfather. Well, I knew the righteous stories on how he made it in flax in the 40’s. Seeing his name there made me wonder a bit but life is a mixture of chance opportunities. Anyway venturing into the boxes one contained several old medicine bottles labels peeling with age and odd color liquor look inside. Another box had a letter on it without an envelope. Opening the letter which was addressed to someone whose name I had heard in the old folk’s home where my great grandfather lived. What a small world we live in. The letter was telling him that if Mr. Baby might never come back; from reading the content the letter it was sort of a last will and testament from Mr. Baby. The letter went into how several small communities were being used and their libraries were being used to store medicine etc. Opening the box under the letter there were roughly fifty thousand dollars in ones the year 1920 stamped on them. The box looked half full. Humor what one expected and what one gets are two things. I closed the box. Thinking I needed to talk with my grandfather prior to doing anything. I toke the dairy, 20 dollars in one dollar bills from the box replacing them with a 20 dollar bill my father had given me on his recent visit to me. My parents of course being separated tried to buy my love at times. I also toke the letters unopened. Pulling on the chain the light chain broke while closing the self-back. Going back into the library I pushed the shelf back into place. I went to the door. Humor the librarian had locked me in with a note saying she was out for lunch. Well life happens so I went back to my seat and begin again the Tale of there and back again. Later in the evening the librarian awoke me by turning on all the lights and my mom was calling my name.
There is an always a time to remember things. I was not back to that area for some time. Shelf wise I expected the librarian to find the or see the room and something to be written about it in the news. But at age 10 I visited the library again because a cousin had passed away in a kayak accident. That was a spooky time. If I could have recorded my aunt terror cry at the funeral I could have made a mint in horror movies. Her cry was that of a broken heart in pain. Anyway at the library I checked and the room opened again. Nothing had been touched. At this point I was more greedy and the backpack I had been given I filled with the money, ledger, and a few bottles of liquor. I closed the room and checked an old book out author Rice book on planet Mars and was off to listen to my family remember Stevie. The howl from my aunt cries still ringing in my ears. Death is something to live with. That had been my 11th funeral in so many years of living. Anyways hiding the money and stuff was hard. My mom was observant lady thus I had to hide it in the camper prior to her seeing me with the backpack. In those days we rode in a Chinook camper a home on wheels.
So I hide the loot in a closet in the camper. The envelopes I hide in the selection of books and the money in a board game that I topped with a shirt. The bottles went into the toy box with the toy soldiers. Being young with a hidden source of money was to affect my life in new ways. What do you do with ole money in a reservation town of Popular Montana? My experiences were often and difficult with a very strict mother, but they were still there. My first attempt for fun was reading the letters. The first letter began with a story about a young farmer kid saving man off the east coast from a ship wreck. The adventures described made me want to run away and started my reading anew in adventure books. The boy saved the man and the man gave him the world and he could afford to eat out at locations and have physical fun that only a farm boy could dream about. Partying with royalty, sleeping with women of interesting character the first letter was seven pages long detailing so much venting and opportunities that I re-read that life story all about school, religion, and dreams. The hand writing was at first difficult to read and with little time to be alone with them I did not chance their discovery. During this school year I hide them. Sports were something I did not excel at but that was how I was babysat during these days after school. I just dreamed by re-reading the letter and adventure books that were not part of the letters. I made a decision not to open another letter for year wanting to enjoy the stories over time instead of devouring them all at once.
Mr. Baby was just fourteen years old for his first letter description which was exotic in content and started when he was young. The description of how some of Mr. Baby women friends were paid for their services caused dreams for the farmer boy these letters pages described his arousal and his worldly experiences in the world. The letter was my first experience finding out at a young age erotic content of the letters more interesting then pictures. The letter dated 1916 the world was a strange exotic world in the letters and brought more dreams then were appropriate for all those who read them. Mr. Baby had experience that made him a physical man while all that I was still too young to understand everything I read. I was a tall kid still turning 11 learning from letters how the real world worked and why or what to say in the 20s versus 59 years in the future. At my time and age in the 80’s work was hard to come by and experience was something to ask for not be given to a kid at the age of almost 11 versus a life necessity that Mr. Baby grew up in.
Anyway by this time I had reread the letter enough to understand it’s neat cursive hand writing I had decide to venture in the world. This time my mom provided the solution by sending me to Ekalaka, Montana bible camp a place that drops off the end of the world and near enough to be the end of the world. There I had my first opportunity to spend some money.
Lairs and religions make the world go around. Girls turning to women are interesting to most if not all boys. There was a girl named Amy. Her voice perfect as an angel sang religious hymns daily at the camp sites meetings. Her smile cute if I had the chance I would have been Romeo. However her being a southern bell made her charmed by a Georgian boy older than me. There in the religionist camp things not spoken about happened between them. What humor to hear about something read about but not experienced and being able to listen but not do anything in the real world? But I had no one to tell or care. What a life to live a religious one.
Religion is funny it demands something belief then lets you down. Baby in 1916 found a bird skeleton that was a cross between a dinosaur and current bird. He gave the creature to a museum and that sort if gave him an idea that religious timeline was bunk or not real. The letter showed how his belief in something realization that the belief is not worthless is a story all on its own. The letter 1916 describing the years end Baby was involved in a famous party with rich people. At this party Baby was introduced to a General Smith. Also Baby meets a woman there, a countess. They danced and sang and she was delighted with Baby. Anyways true love and or infatuation caused him to be more of a romantic. The two were in a bedroom scene that was quiet explicit in details. Anyways the countess had a husband not introduced till later in the letter. At which point Baby and General Smith both fled the countess’ room.
General Smith being old wealthy, famous to some extent gave Baby some advice after both of them had just been chased from the countess’s room. The humor evidently was great the details a bit more than two pages long and Baby toke Smith advice to heart. Anyway Christmas was upon me. For Christmas I decided to read another letter. I spent that Christmas night in a box outside a plastic tree in the living room hoping for a good Christmas gift. But the sad tale I waiting hoping to be given more than was given to charity or spent on the dog’s food for that month for that Christmas was nothing good