They give us books,
To make us smarter.
They feed us beer,
To dumb us back up.

They send us to schools,
To train us for society.
They then sponsor concerts,
All about anarchy.

They sell us lies,
Through all our senses.
And tell us to fight capitalism,
With all our heart.

They feed us fear,
Through hollow patriotism.
And tell us to love,
And let the world live.

A child is born,
With perfect clarity.
Yet confusion grows,
Through the voice of uncertainty.

The seeds to which,
Are sown from its first word.
As we become,
Products of dispersion.

An angel and devil,
Sitting on each shoulder.
Giving suggestions,
No one asked for.

So who is it implementing,
This perfect destruction?
The chicken or the egg,
Who had begun this?

We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.

A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.

We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?

The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.

And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.

Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.

The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.

And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.

To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.

Lets talk,
Through words,
And words alone.

No silent likes,
Nor hopeful sighs.
No playful hints,
Of shifting eyes.

Try a hi,
Hello.
Let's dance tonight,
Even the weather would do.

When did we lose,
Our perfect chaos.
To wishing people,
Would read our blogs.

Love is loosing,
In the battle of life.
Instead we're discovering,
A new social might.

Forgive me for praying,
For old school ways.
Of love at first sight,
Towards beauty, words can't define.

So switch off that smart phone,
And look back at the shimmer.
Love pays it's dues,
To all those who deliver.

Talk.
Thoughts that fill giant spheres,
With words of kind,
Trying to relay, ever so unsuccessfully our deepest *feel.

Feel.
The act of accidently brushing,
Into someone in the metro train,
And looking into their eyes thereby feeling hopelessly and forever lost.

Lost.
The pair of keys,
On another, 'most important day of your life',
Thereby running to the train,
As you overslept again,
Because the night before,
You lay lost in thoughts.

Thoughts,
Of what you would say,
If you looked your one true love in her eyes.
Of words that wouldn't sound like gibberish,
That if used right,
Would allow you to talk.

As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like a deja vu of love,
Of experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
Like a common photographer,
Walked around selling profiles for a dollar.

The love we found,
To seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
Albeit in secret.
As we cook up stories,
For our beginnings.

Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.

So here’s me,
In with a new concept of love.
Not one with a woman, girl or being.
But with a concept new altogeather.

We are victems of circumstance,
Of situations and places.
While you kiss her,
I kiss the sky.

A meteor shower,
Yes, bullets in the sky.
Our hearts align,
You and I, Me, Us.

I have never been short of words,
Until they were snatched away from me.
Like tongs on the stove,
With a fist full of marshmallows.

I loved you more then her,
But I loved you only because of her.
The lost souls,
Within this black hole.

Airports.
Aren't they wonderful.
The most beautiful things on earth really.
Someone once said, "if you want to see true joy or sorrow, visit an airport".
As I sit here in sheer uncertainty of my whereabouts for the next 24 hours. All I can really think of is, how lucky I am to be stranded in one of the most emotive places on earth.

'As pretty as an Airport', Tattooed across the legs of a dear friend who taught me the joys of travel through her exquisite stories. Today I embark to make my own with all the plots and twists that lead you to love a perfectly chaotic book. The uncertainty of where, when and even with whom.

Oh joyous wonder. Oh grateful wanderlust.