No breath, no heartbeat, inside dreams we tend to feel infant and vivid. The great fall or fairy ***, bite tongue and taste the blood...we people flood limits. Hearts spin, No... Love spins at times we crush our own doves like hard twins. Anticipate the future, big dreams, true being...I'm marching loyal with all, I look back to secure, and 'true scenes' short keys to insert and free the mental. The flesh gets raggedy and within cash trades shortcomings, gradually we getting thin. Newspapers now reads child mates goat, politicians come live now to fake votes. Grown foods to feed us, you...touch your soil for mankind, neither do I wish to view a grown foetus. Water is no longer priceless, a bottled value, go ahead your highness...sparkle freedom and add a flavour. Nothing can reciprocate the Life of Lakes, Trees and Landscapes, it seems as we move forth the noisier it gets, Escape? Change needs a push, you can't hide behind the bush. Love, loathe, friends and foes in war when peace come to shove, we call a Truce...And if God's Equation solves the coffins, then I suspect his Creation can solve the orphans etc....

“There's nothing like doing something that you can grow old and die with. No additives, no preservatives, no fashion just passion…pure talent!!”

Life, yours in the making
Your salvation is not another hand saving
They lied, you’re of no breed and born alone
That’s why you’re unique and somewhat forlorn

Explore my domain and find yourself
For once, you’re the Main and Man shall delve
You’ll find all elements, resources and money
to craft your elegance  and remorse to your liking
This is something of a must…
Coz’ in the end, it’s just you and no one to trust

What’s in it for me you ask?
I heard loneliness don’t last

Seeing my Grandmother still giving unconditional love…
Amazing high waters, I’m still keeping my head above
The body of a beautiful woman floating…
Can’t recall the face of the man boating
His salvation, in the hands of a Man running on water
As I’m showered away in a trance, coming to wake-up

Tunnelling through the debris, and humbled by the degree...
I stumble into the Truth and the greed crumbled to the decree.
Reach out and touch somebody’s hand for serendipity?
Teach now or get ****** into someone’s quicksand for showing
sympathy."It comes with the territory", the words of a loner…
"It comes with telling a story", the words of a Lodestar!

"You’re blessed every second of every day my friend…
We are just blinded by the world’s definition of what a blessing is.
That’s why the revelation is always a shock,
because we have no idea how important we are…
How significant we are, how deserving…our essence, our existence…No blessing has ever been predicted in time…
It’s always in the power of hope and faith.
You’ll know it when it happens…
Remember, it starts with a mere thought to change everything.
If you believe it, trust me…something will give back.
Maybe not today…but it will, because you’ve willed it…"

When visions get blurry, we get fairy to fixture pictures. Feel the walls, the world closing in scriptures; fear crushing leaps of faith coz Mr. Beer here couldn’t keep the faith seeking riches. What, you’re being punished for no reason? We’re all breed sin so please say something rich for the coming seasons. Push now quitters, coz look now sinners simmer food for thought answers. Come it out a few seconds, picture you a new falcon, instead of exploiting food patterns, you protect the less from loose cannons killing true lessons, and so an extra second…death or not the world will learn an extra accent to believe in better essence, kids will be filled with an extra passion to give life an extra session, all imbued by someone like you providing ultra lessons. Don’t stress, relieve, can you believe in your own soul at least? Should we hold thumbs the beast doesn’t achieve a world feast out of our own deeds? Perhaps mistakes to erase, be the stakes that breed perfect victors. Whatever it takes to breathe, for the sake of coming days, perfect pictures!