There Eyes see different but I see there
shadows in the rain. As I walk an the
mud fly on the ground as my steps
push the winds away. I get to where
I am to be an once I do I see a ghost
eating the winds and the stick I have
has a ghost in it and it flew out of my hand and started fighting with the air.
Then I watched an posed as it was fighting the good fight then. Then the smoke appeared and the stick flew back
To my hands. And in a moment the ghost was gone it was in the stick as it traveled with the man and moved away.
Then I heard music an it was as it was
the Blues and the bus doors opened
And I heard that jazz tune bom
BOM BOM BOM. An the man smiled
And I gave him my ticket it was wet
because of the rain but I was now headed to a place where I was not
faced with all the pain that the spirits
are getting energy from. I was to rest
because this bus was a tour bus which
would lead me home. So the doors
shut and we drive out of there. Never
being but lost to the dramas which
unfold everyday. But I am shadow ghost
fighter the fifth to ward out the ghost
of the past from to get to this but there
was those who were in the relm who
wanted me not to have but it was not
To be so. The bus had a force field
where it could not be touched by
strangers who wanted to do harm
To let the ghost get out the wand.
But the wand was aware and would
see the trouble ahead for those who
would trying to turn the odds in a
favor which was not good so the man
was on the bus with the Blues. An
on his way to a place were some greats jammed all day. As he took his saxophone and played music on the
way down to a festive music place
we're people could hear the best play.
And his stick would lesson to all the
greats tell wonderful tales about things
which should always be musical in that
way. The stick had its own chair to the
music playing in the air grabbing the
attention of the two people on the bus.
Then the driver says we got to make
another stop. And I look and it's a legend walking towards me and I say
yes nice to me you. And they tip there
hat and a bunch of thousand dollars
bills fool out on the floor of the bus.
And the man states you won man that
old school sweepstakes which comes
To every rider sooner or later. And he
Sat down and smiled as I picked up the
winnings off the bus floor. And the men
did already get there cut baby. Oh it was
right on time and looking fine them
green backs got a way of stacking
the odds my way.



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