well it must look kinda strange
someone is suddenly without name

steps up to you and hands you a photograph and says that you are wonderful
but i know he does it better than i could
so much better

there's nothing like this is there?
nothing on this planet that could satisfy us we want to roam the stars

with loves at heart
loves heart at hand

good thing someone answered the phone !

that can change everything ....!!!

the steady  undertone of darkness
that i see in me in you
mama ocean's star fish

i knew that i was lucky to see this but i better high tail it out of there fast before mama gets angry - you be steppin on her babies

her babes - all she cares to tend is the babes and she will not stop until they are taken care of
you have no idea

you have no idea , how much it hurts when you **** a child
any thing with a heart beat is sacred

sacred ground that has been birthed from the very earth we pillage from ,

we are killing ourselves
forget killing each other, we are killing our own children -
we are killing the future before it has even begun - making time ,

i , am a woman of nature -
you are a man of nature -

we are the nature that holds steady and rocks hard
we are the star children of mama earth and we are not happy when you squish the creativity  

we won't punish you but mama will
just and fair

Earth MAMA
thank you for your abundance and your care and your energy that pervade the all clearing seeing humus of life
(environmental interested minds - hola!!!)

You are my doctor
keepin health up ,
gimmie what i need, when i need, without me even knowing i need,  

letting me breathe.

easy rest, easy sleep, easy feel, slightly queasy or uneasy, steady me in the storm.

dock into harbour
take off the armour
hear my thoughts like no other
baby you my one time lover but my full time homie
you show me you care in the slightest of touches followed by dancing on clouds and deep sea trenches
we do the things for each other , your home is mine and mine is yours
this is what we feel like when we touch , to me ,
agreement in decisions - trust is golden
coffee and tea , gin and whisky , choice drinks

share a plate
share a bed
share our bodies
share our minds
share , share , share
to infinity and beyond !!

when we out - everyone knows it , we are a pair of lovers who love everyone
because we love ourselves , definitively.

True Aim.

Respect
for the mother and fathers who build this playground for us to roam ,
respect for the floating flowers sweet seed sprouting into blossoms tree
respect for the love of self - selflessly
respect for the helpers helplessly
respect for the boundaries

rises climatic waves crash onto soft shore
breakfast on the patio
what could one ask for more
then a wake up call without using a phone

last night's revelries spill over into today's serenity
sacred ground
sacred sounds
early bird gets the worm they say

share the love
spread the love , doctors healers
love knows no bounds
but seeks to reach each tip of wing in illuminated golden heart seen on first meeting
glows the fireflies
who light up the night time so bright
nor the wonderlusting princesses moving in her own skin with so much filling to the brim
overspilling with kisses and loves
spilt beers and american dreams turn to dust on the desert plains
and the silken haze hangs low across the city
bike riding race styling high flying
we already die to live to give
we already sing to the silent tunes of water droplets
and bird calls
tree's sigh in daylight delight and fight no one,  not even the night for ...


the tree's photosynthesise by moonlight
leaves drink in the cool wise light and give off dreams of softly fading starlight
and laughing at Jamican tour guides....*exucse me while i light my spliff....har har har har.....and over here is the kitchen...

As a consequence of my conscious decision to rendevouz with self centering mind
the power of words to create , to compose the unheard symphonies of small time intricacies and fast ride hair raising cold brushing feet failing wing taking heart soaring , bone marrow crushing delectable yet disgusting .... it's a strange place , yet made streamlined still by the number of multi dimensional  infinities on the horizon sitting on one window sill one space filled,
known in time,
moment of wondering reason and wondering rhyme

no sordid or morbid tune keeps up to long and even then - feeling is feeling's tune
feeling is feeling undue,

feeling all the while whenst the secret encloses of mind unravel and intertwine
check list.

Fretboard harmonies strike bass line discord to form in own accord relations
and relate to late lives past and on time lives present

always running with time not out of it
in dew dipped grasslands
wild horses run free
dragonflies in hair and silver teeth glimmer against the rising sun

pushing each other to the best we can be , we are just the lost kids, found.
gaping holes in chests that need no name or can't be pinpointed by a single needle
that can't be filled by the love of one
but only a pack
only a tribe

running , 40/40 home .... and this time YOU are my homie , i've already run the distance
made it.

gotta feeling , we are gunna win
all of us, in whatever endeavor we feel - beings of this oh so gracious earth whose abundance is a burning flame within the vast cold depths of spaces in refutable habitat , children who never grow up from the mother earths arms - no need - no need - no need - no need for any more running
we've reached the home

and now ,

it's time to Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the specific
pacific there is a hubbub
around the boat
it was a palava!
the foolish fiend
ate Pavlov on the **** deck.

THE END

Beauty is a priority not a luxury
no flower blooms for the ones with cash
no flower blooms for the profit made on each petal

no moon etched night sky wears a for sale sign
no azure blue sky gives change
apart from the fleeting expressions of cloudscapes