Hide me, like no-other, beyond the “Dark-side’s best of days”! Oh Alpha of Betsy-Lou-Baby, Betsy-Lou-Lou-Baby! Omega of Otis’s best Soul-Striking Wild Country Days, Wild-Country Ways, “of more than a four inched hearted fool”.

Soul-Strike me baby, again and again! Yea, oh Wild-Country yea, Lou-Lou me in, again and again, “Alpha-Betsy-Lou-Baby, Baby, Baby, “Baby-Lady”, oh my “Baby-Lady-Best”.

Heart’s hide-out best, life is crying no more for me to come and get it, to come and get it, get it, get it, really get-it, more than get you some, get-it, “Sunny-Sun-Sun” ! (Read the full post about ‘Song/Poem:Soul Striking, Four Inched Hearted, Alpha-Betsy-Lou-Baby !’…)

Empty not of water’s best of so called days, nor of the gold that came my way, never to pass. Words coming from their chest least heart, meant nothing to me, unless the so called buck came beyond good luck. To take them for my own, and stomach them yes, and then move on without regret. Oh heartless, foolish wanderer so they may have called me at best, but they couldn’t take the words from off my chest, least digest. Look and gaze up hither younder’s best, waiting and wanting to speak. Listen to me out-right, and be not of yourselves as still. Followers yes, of not even my empties best, chest to chest, heart to heart, words accepted as different than I ever meant them to come to be. (Read the full post about ‘Empty Yes, Empty-Empty !’…)