At ‘civil’-war with mankind.


Life has been a lesson that I still haven’t learned.
Love still burns
And the way into my heart is not through strawberries and ice cream,
Or any material thing.
You have to have a soul that truly lights up,
Every time you are with me.
So much so, that it can be seen,
Because my smile will be a beamer of light for everybody to see.


My Princess your Prince would like to build you a little mansion,
For the two of us to live.
Maybe raise us some kids,
And if my dreams they never come true
And our family never begins,
Just know my heart will still sing.
A downpour of sounds will be seen flowing out of me.


My hope surfs on a stream of metaphysics and impossible dreams.
It is dancing on metaphor bliss,
Created with my last wish
And now my canary sings,
Like a bird that has been released!


If this love of ours continues,
We will become headline news.
The good news story at the end of the television;
A wave goodbye,
A blinding vision,
To those ‘in love’ who have to pretend,
Because our love will change the world,
By just sitting in a bed…
Me and my girlfriend.

All I need in this world of sin,
Is me and my girlfriend.


To all those in need, we will send peace, love and empathy.
We will have to build a spaceship, just to spread the love.
An army of Shakespeare’s monkeys will write us infinite books,
About human (be) kind…and love.
We will donate them to charity;
Just sharing the love.
Maybe do some good.
When we find a lost soul in damnation,
We will be God’s hand to Adam.  
Raise a kid; choose creation.
Lift their spirits up,
Simply by giving them love.


I think it’s time for a renaissance.
Build a palace of wonder;
Give it to the homeless and younger
And let them bring their pets and family with them, ok!
Communal gatherings will be the order of things.  There is a way.
We will create a society where everybody is free from slavery
And everybody is safe.
If imagination is just a figment and they say there is no way,
Then we will have to make amendments to their thoughts,
And our own thoughts will show them this can be done.
We could build a little hope.  The books are there to be taught.


The world doesn’t have to go to war to make a few bad men some cash.
We could live in utopia,
If only…
If only we gave it a chance…


And so I leave you with this quote I have heard my entire life,
From a man called Donald Mills Pearce.
(He is the one who chose to write.
Thank you Donn Pearce for ‘that song’ throughout all these years…)


“What we’ve got here is,
Failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach,
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it…
Well…
He gets it…”


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