B is for Stealing

i haven't posted anything for a while because i didn't think i wanted to say anything. now i do so... here. this is called "random acts" based on some randomness that happened to me one weekend [sat 26th/sun 27th june/mon 28th]. these kinds of things are not unusual to me. however it just proves what i've always thought. my life... like one of my dear friends' is also scripted.

and now: a short poem: with erotic undertones: "if i scrambled your eggs, would you stay for breakfast?" - © Tracy j H June 10th, 2010 thank you...

click the picture! see the big picture! the new draconian switch is out and about so... joy! peace n luv... luv :-) tracy j h

Words cross great distances Over the seas They seize They lay hold of those whom it will And binds them to a knowledge That something… has happened. And the owner of the words need not see it. He needs not see it to know That you know that his words will not return to him Void You know? Quicker than sight Words speed past the blink Past the flashing eye lash And gives peace And adds pace Or else stops pace makers In their tracks Men who else wise were lions and trend setters Now destitute Without a home And poor Because of a word Because of words Plural Because it never travels alone. Stop. It never travels alone The power of words [inspired by John 4:46-54… and other such events] © Tracy J Hutchings – 29:005:10