06 Wednesday Jan 2016
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Your deeds of today will soon become your tomorrows;
the seeds of yesterday become the fruits distilled for the sustenance enjoyed today.
You can’t escape your past, it bares the fruits of your tomorrows;
therefore, nothing is more important than what you decide to do with your today.
–@StevieStreets | Fruits of Life
06 Wednesday Jan 2016
Posted in Haiku, Poems, THE WINTER COLLECTION
Why do you look mean?
The wind hurts my face… it’s my
gusting wind grimace.
–@StevieStreets | from THE WINTER COLLECTION: Gusting Wind Grimace
06 Wednesday Jan 2016
Posted in Writing Prompts
I had a dream…
The Beatles were talking to The Monkees
The Monkees took me to meet Def Leppard
Def Leppard began Smashing Pumpkins like another brick in the wall
The Smashing Pumpkins turned into The Eagles
The Eagles called The Police because a horse with no name stole The Black Eyed Peas
The Police said The Black Eyed Peas were last spotted with The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes were taking purple haze with some dudes named Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust
Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust brought a couple of zigzags from The Grateful Dead
The Grateful Dead began to contemplate their Genesis while eating mushrooms with some guys named Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd hitched a ride with Fleetwood Mac to the dark side of the moon
Fleetwood Mac came back in black with t-shirts and trucker’s hats labeled AC/DC
AC/DC experienced Nirvana as they stood with Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin took a jagged little pill in hotel California
Come to find out that jagged little pill was a thiller and The Beatles had a few Monkees on their back
Turns out The Beatles were so high, they thought The Monkees were telling them to listen to the wall
They stood there stuck in a stupor trying to listen to the wall, until the Def Leppard said he heard they were supposed to climb the wall
At that time, The Eagles and The Black Crowes were with The Doobie Brothers and The Rolling Stones
The Doobie Brothers turned into The Who at the wall
Jim Morrison was rocking out like The Rolling Stones as he stated: there’s no need to smash through walls, I brought The Doors
The next day I asked the dream teller to interpret my dream
She replied: until you tell me where you got those mushrooms from, F’ your dream 😂
–@StevieStreets | Counterculture Counterparts
Writing Prompt: Write at least two hundred words
Muse: Music Artists, Band Names, and/or Album/Song Titles
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