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I like my coffee black
I like my liquor clear
I like my women green
And my truck so blue
I like my lakes that way too
I like little white lies
Brown boots with chartreuse ties
I like redheads
And yellow cake
with cream frosting
And my oranges orange
and tangerine dreams
I like purple mouthtains
Full of silver majesty
As a golden sun goes down .
And girls in pink
That wink
They were four teens
Chosen by pure luck
They were to fight  
Against the sunlight dark.

When  War came to us,
They messed up every side.
No bullets dared to work
No tanks could ever ride.

Oh,  Disease, they  cured it,
The spells they  use are mighty.
All people got through unhurt
And those teens are guilty.

Then it was famine who came.
But teens still found food.
They d split it wisely,
And  cities stand and stood.

Those four tricked even Death
What else is there to say.
They've crafted many dolls.
And only fake lifes it took away.

But  the reason for them
To give world life and independence
Was that they can't let it go
No, not until the have therir vengeance
And as I fasten seated breath,
belt of my love essence is secured
for journey in vehicle divine.

Sirens roar, as I align to source
in celebration, in exuberance,
for the spiritual road, I take, consciously awake.

Guides stand like trees tall, in support to lead,
as barrage of angels gather to assist.

Higher self-filters into crown,
as the energies present integrate
for peace.

Earth's precious scenery
is revealed on thoroughfare
inside grace as I echo gratitude.

My road is adorned with
many hurdles and blue sky
as sacred form fully engages.

First gear, moves me ahead to dance.
Second gear expands heart to play and bless ears.
Third gear, lets me fly in harmony like birds.
Fourth gear veil of forgetting is lifted
to learn things unfold with reason.

Fifth gear comes when life is complete,
and I smoothly move from this life,
to my next.
Inspired by Liza
Games of hilly chase
Lizards playing in the field
Ploughing beds as we chant songs
In crescendo the singers pick, rising and falling

Nursery beds are laid and cover
Into a hut all round to eat
Resting with a local brew
Swear rustics life is fun

Communal cordiality it breeds
Love and compassion it shows
Peace and unity it arrests
Marriage of oneness it feeds

Deeds of others are attain to fastly
Hunting is made by all as they share equally
Praying to gods for a fruitful harvest
Deposing one who breaks the communal law

Everything is relative to all habitants of rustic life
In fun we play in the sun and run in the rain
In fun we dance on the hill and climb the trees
In fun we laugh to our civility backing all form of disunity

by Martin Ijir
In time dark place
You unleash my lace
And your moan show on my face
Make I haste to catch you in the pace

You show your smile as moon
Haunt me at my dreams - noon
Mine match yours and yours match mine
Together we are I can't leave you

You haunted me as starry heavens
You shown I , me true love
Be belatedly relating all your dreamships
As physically I do ascertain the facts

Then why should I say goodbye
This is the saddest word to ever say-bye
Just time and nothing but time separated us-by
By virtue of love and by virtue of time bind us by

Leaving you is the hardest thing
To do ; 'cause we are entwine
By words that are stronger than ocean-fire
As it burns it make me to inspire

Never will it expire
Even though I leave you I aspire
To be with you I inquire
You are always in my mind !

I shall use Jiahi Gudi
To lure you into my lair
Forever that you thought
You are lost in the air

by Martin Ijir
Martin says Jiahi Gudi is a flute that lulls someone
Made from bone of animal...
Crunching crispy cornflakes
Gangs of pebbles bubble

White water slurping
Its early morning edges

As waves deliciously lick
their sweet vanilla sands

Man bobbing in a canoe
Ocean swinging him like a baby boy

A  bouncing ball stretches
Across the waters view

Like a picture on the wall
For a moment time stand still

The scenery seems so surreal
like plastic or cardboard

Adding a friendly familiarity
Making me so sentimental

About
a place

I LOVE

Called Home
One needs to drop into the imagery
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