Finally, a big house!

They were a little family
Two kids, mummy, daddy
Squashed up in a tiny home
Joined chairs to create a sleeping zone
Or a mattresses rolled over the living room floor
But honestly, they were very happy, you know

But then all of it happened so suddenly
And they got the house next door finally
It was comfortable and nice
And everything fit more than precise
That was the target, the goal
But after that fell into the bowl

No longer for space they yearned
But unfortunely life took a sudden turn
First, we refuse to dream
And when we visualize that screen
Our deepest desires, the universe conspires
And begins to set things that we require

But it's ironic how when we finally achieve
It's becomes time to grieve
Death and a lot of other things happened
And saddened their hearts that were just gladdened
Spacious, beautiful and comfortable
Yet empty from within, such a complex riddle
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  1. “Finally A Big House!” Yes i Am FeeLinG iT Now

    SMiles Dear Rue There is A Song “Isn’t It Ironic”

    “Don’t You Think” “Like A Free Ride Yet

    You Are All Ready There”

    That Kinda Fits in Here
    Yet Is More About Love
    And Typically How Love Works

    Out Not Exactly What Ya Dreamed

    Of As Only As Real As Us Humans

    Paint The Sunsets That Fade in Sunrises

    That Don’t End Twilight At Night Just Please

    Let the Peace Last

    A Little Longer

    Like That Space

    On A Sunday Afternoon

    After You Finally Get Relaxed

    And Have to Get Anxious The Next

    F in Yes Fred in Minute to Start Another

    Week Of Never Ending 33 Years of Work Plus 19 Years

    Of School Until You Finally Retire And Become Financially

    Independent Falling In Hell Where Love and the Feeling of Smile

    Doesn’t Exist

    At All Yet

    Some of Us

    Just Pick Ourselves

    Up Off the Basement

    Floor And Get Used to Falling

    Lower Carrying Whatever Smile

    We Will Find Until Red, Red, Wine

    Comes to Play As the FRiEnD Within

    Yes Love That Is Truly Ours That Never Goes Away

    Only Worth Giving And Sharing Caring Away After That

    For We Learn

    It’s Never


    to Master

    The Peace of
    Inhale That Love Exhales for
    All For Then The Bride And Groom
    Are Always Ours to Give Away to Others Free

    i’m Out of Order With Theme Songs Writing Your

    Last Song Before This First One And isn’t It Ironic

    Now i Forgot to Include A Theme Song For the Last

    One First So i’ll Just Go With This First One Last With SMiLes..

    And This is the True Beauty of Poetry Just Getting All the DarK
    And Light Out Howling to the Moon Until it Becomes Full And Everything

    Is Just All Right

    Yet That’s Another

    Song By ‘Starbuck’

    (Moonlight Feels Right)

    Hehe Without An S Thank God

    As i Can’t Really Afford to Lift to Outer-space With Starbucks

    As Isn’t Ironic i Know What Place That Space Doesn’t Bring Next…

    Anyway This Today is my 4,000th Day Writing Online In Consecutive

    Days All Through Hell and Heaven Since Thanks Giving Day of 2010

    And Isn’t It Ironic Hell Is Heaven After All Hope is Gone and Love Rises For Real…

    Within Where

    It only

    Got Lost

    To Finally

    Find for Real

    And Really Really

    Never Goes Away in Our Space Within…

    A Big House Indeed No Floors No Windows

    No Ceilings Not Even a Stitch of Clothing Just God Is Love FOR ALL..:)

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