Song and Psalm

Today is cold and windy and the air has its own attitude.  I walk between the raindrops and find that my skin is standing at attention with goose bumps.  I have gotten to Starbucks to create a song without a melody or a Psalm without the references to King David.  The imagery that I was creating around Irish colonies is playing peek a boo with me, and I grasp the roots of The Tree of Life.  Being okay with my quiet life with telepathy and no friendships may seem strange to some, but I wish to concentrate on my family.  I also am tired of the succubus nature of friendships and male relationships with men I cannot combine with anything to have it be a naturally nourishing mate for me.  As I journey, I think of a family member who is connected strongly with fraternity, and what that key holds for the economy.  The karma will fall on his nation, but they can alternate so that it is more palatable.  It is an effective ring to the bell for Pavlov's dog.  That colony is ready to eschew anyone other than their main crew.  It is time for them to prepare for penitentiary, internationally.  They will meet their toes in the perfect dive.  It is time for The University of Wisconsin, Madison, to deliver an actual Fine Arts PhD to my cousin Grant.  He was Van Gogh and can now stabilize that fraternity tree.  He was French aristocracy then, and will be now as the strongest of fraternity, internationally, will be French royals.  In this time and space, French royalty is connected to genius business acumen with the top of the tree being fraternity keys.  Now they must find their artistry or get out of the game.  I keep the radar in the air and see little to do with the chickadees who sing an off key melody today.  I will keep the tune on topic and on key today.  I am the keeper of the flame, the phoenix that is my heart.