radient light / "just a dog"

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    for my lost angel. thank god he has wings.

    radient light / "just a dog"

    Radiant positive light

    *W.E.F.A.N.E.WS*

    WRITTEN BY

    EDITOR AND CHIEF

    TAROS lost lonely mom

    ~e.t.c. 6-22-2009

    Soaring through amazing majesties’ of air ~

    Bringing what is effortlessly easy to bear.

    Even though my heart and soul has a tear

    Families Flying with & without any cares -

    Awe of infinity - thick sweet water up here.

    joy of simple things - some blood stay clear.

    over and round to the highest of hills

    Up even higher up the spiraling cloud stairs

    Down through the cavernous cliffs

    Dipping in water drops of my tears

    Anywhere looking for what I want.

    Anywhere no fear, or fright I dare

    Aimless and persistently effortless

    Feathers, ancient tribals my might and air

    Oh,,..what a positive flair

    Oh… what a positive flair

    Positive flight with a radiant flair

    Any one any day - any wheres

    Any time - any place - no worries or cares

    Any fight - any night - any wheres

    Positive flight with a radiant flair

    Fiery radiant flight with heavenly might

    No stopping even dead murdered things

    Angels with light will have no worries no cares

    NO way danger or harm ever piercing my taros new air

    Thick or thin

    fight or flight

    Easy flying a kite

    Dark or light

    Magical sight

    Easy flying a kite

    Warriors always fight!!!

    Love, might and sight.

    Conquering all & any,

    Horrible murderous plights

    Warriors always fight!!!!

    Soaring with positive radiant flair

    Positive skies and delights

    Protection, concern, saints and their might

    Team of all angels are very tight

    Warrier always defend, protect and fight

    Together - apart, any day any night

    Negative, murderous weaslily frights

    Never in day, weasles steal in the night.

    Nothing banding no weasle club tight

    Missing the silver lining of purple/gold pride

    No Gallant, gleeful, pride its not in their sight

    Valiant mighty warriors with fantastic flair.

    Taro my angel with dancing with wings

    With heavenly angels he flies and he sings

    Fought with his innocent warier might

    Murderous evil I scream I will find

    Any day any. night positive flight

    Valiant souls bound and tight warriors

    Sticking together to find out WHY

    Sweetest souls, trusting, tender & easy to like

    Harm little innocent children?

    My taro taken and killed, my baby my child.

    I will hunt, fight and give all my might

    More then given my loving TARO frightened with pain

    No mommy to save, not known stolen tortured and murdered

    Last seen on the 15th of June middle of nite.

    Positive radiant light

    Will bless what is here mourning newly winged

    Sweet soul (my guide) ,my B.F.F innocent

    Flown like a beautiful skilled kite

    Now dead from his pain, torture, fear.

    I Will never forgive such a knife.

    Murderous thieves in the nite

    To yellow bellied to fight how its right

    Attack who the pain, torture and pain intended

    I should have been target that nite

    ME! Not my child! My baby,

    Important community member

    As well as important part of my life.

    Easier to target - instead killing a/my innocent child.

     

    Where is the valor the warrior hidden at nite?

    To hurt me, my soul, my heart, kill me inside

    MI’ TARO MY RADIENT POSITIVE LIGHT.

    I will skin them alive with my teeth

    Not thief in nite…..broad daylight

    Oh they better run whoever responsible

    They better weasel like hide

    My Baby. My friend. My Servicing guide.

    I will rip out the guts, their eyes open wide

    I wont hide - no mercy!

    Unlike him they are no bright radiant light

    No mercy no yield, like him given NONE!!!!!

    Not even on sick human thief in the nite!!!!

    Sorry sick nothing doing my “just a dog” justice with MIGHT!

     

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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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