Sublime... Scarlet Begonias... Album Version. Originally by The GreatFull Dead. This song it always makes me smile cuz!.. As I was walking down rubadub square, Not a chill to the weather, but a nip to the air, From another direction she was caught in my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try... She had rings on her fingers, and bells on her shoes, And I knew without asking, she was into the blues, She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away, she was not like other girls, other girls... Aww, I love this song so much, its a happy tune, an like every one knows... We all have those certain girls, some with curls, purple painted toe nails... A girl that just makes you smile, just thinking about them, or picturing her, inside your mind, does it every time, makes one smile... Even if one smiles with in, like a photo of ones self whose expression, is inside ones own mind... Just some thing about these girls, one may not even know what it is about her, its just cuz its her, an just because its only her, always her that touches you, maybe she is mysterious, or just some one whose soul is familiar, as her Auora shines, the energy she radiates its like stars, or the full moon, in the night many secrets remain hidden, in a shadow free from vision, as your walking you discover it is her following you, not yours as its supposed too be a companying you, where ever you go although, its her by your side embracing your shadow... Its as if her essence just penetrates your body, an her spirit, she comes all over, and spreads inside, exposes her your vulnerabilities, as do you expose hers, as one, you both have the other inside... Always feeling each, sensing those two souls made one, together your photo upon Facebook, all other envious couples search the engine, for the two who are as one, typing few words in the magnifying glass space... Every woman knows what would be, a new sun an moon bring pleasant unexpected curiosity, its like the stars at each of every night glow, even the spectators energy grows bright feeling imagining, what if I had what they have both... Its as those who are one once two, what brings a soul happiness, at one positive electric connection do, as a fire fly generates its own electric, nature its street lamps, illuminate soulmates way from two... Feelings one reads as a spirit, anticipation builds, new like a light bright, pretty sky, bright, white, how I wonder each an every night, how long it takes you too fall asleep, just as one in of hearts, an mind... A falling star as its shooting, sparkles inside our universe, as it flys illuminated, light trail behind, atmosphere consuming, its knowledge inside... Everything just feels right like always a place, like a candle light at a table for two, not of dinner or even wine, just a piece of strawberry Liquorish, in her mouth, she takes one end, an you both begin too nibble, not bite... She tastes of strawberries, and LOL, so do you, as I seek the divine fruit inside you, it must be a bowl of strawberries I assume, lips sweet drop by drop at a time, gathering inside your open flower petals, like morning dew just before sunrise... Meeting in the center, as all the great ones do, Aristotle spoke of soul love, two as one he said they mingle, independence those times are through... Hey little miss fire fly, I am but a bee buzzing, its the sugar darling your so so sweet, and I am certainly on a candy high off dew honey... All the nectar you do create, a perfect mesmerizing enchantress Aphrodite, she seeks Mother Nature too take, an ingredient of a closely guarded secret, she will not ever possess it... She is a seductress at one, this fragrance of desire she inhales, she wants the power it is too possess, what heaven has sent Aphrodite, can only give lust as the most beautiful woman... And it was the Summer of Love, and I thank the Stars above, Because the women took the lovin over me... Though my body she consumed, she danced an moves as lust over a man, though she could not take all, she is not one who asks you see, men so powerless too resist her... The one sense though she could not understand, this fragrance as she called it, as used before her many bag of trick, underestimate this man she did, for his soul is one with another... And that is what she then learned, her beauty, her promises of wealth, the money, land, titles, and jewels, none of it mattered... For the fragrance as she called it, was some thing she would not ever, be able too behest, as a soulmate too her was unable, she a woman who manipulated all man... But beautiful for some reason she said, was inside and truly a part of his soul, mingling of two who became as one, she understood now for certain, though she is but a fool as misinterpreted senses... The woman and the man, who each mingled into one as complete, as it now pure love of soulmate, not a part of a soul as they mate, they mingle an form just one soul, it was a soul one, single non plural, not souls, but a soul... An slowly they mingle as mortals, as love they truly make, so passionate, always do they complete each, not ever with lust is it for these two, now one mate, an again they sense, what is beautiful too them, for some reason its love, that is beautiful, an no one except them understands, as their one... Scarlet Begonias, she has no one, though she could have, started as two if she wasnt, full of manipulation of a man, who just saw her as the one, love, soulmate, beautiful.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 05:04:49 +0000
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