I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.

We will take back our country 
From you unreligiously religious extremist 
The veil of blindness is slacken with see through holes 
We see your unbookish interpretaions.

We will take back our country
From you saints and sent  
Emissaries and missionaries of deceptions, 
Emitting venoms and vapor as charity

From you crooked agents and allies 
Unagents of corporations,  of cohabitions and CSO's
Infiltrating souls to condemnations 
We will take back our country 
Yes! We will!

We will take back our country 
From you poluticians and salesmen
Self serving,self fishing bigot
In the mucky waters of politics.From you
Despots,cronies and servants. Yes!We will.

From you tradesmen , tribesmen and heardsmen
Your stench stales the air 
politelyPolluting the polity
Violently voiding our unity.
We will take back our country 
Yes! we will! 

We will take back our country
From you facelessbook and Twitter mongers
Canversers of hatreds and mockers
Mediocre psych of lost spheres .
Instantly graving grams of unpictureable 
Images of gory and decapitations
DisWhatsapping occasions and languages of war, 
UnLinkedIn inseparable bias to languish.

Disnetworking observations and comments 
From juggled questions Google cannot answer
With attitudes of unlovable likes and dislikes.
We will take back our country
Yes! we will!

We are artists.
We trip on humor lane and comic avenue as spices.
Comic is elevating but not everything is comical.
our word tour on lines are fire at times misunderstood
Misunderstandings have consequences.
Like our choices we live with them.  
Let's be JUST CAREFUL.
And care we must take
As we commune to travel safe in this voyage of words craft.
Art is spiritual.

what does the utterer give to the prayer?

The whole way in I thought about how courage is a ring,
and I found it on the hike

leaves loosen from limbs
and the smell of apples sweetens the air

I follow you to the top, to the peak. You  laugh and I know
we are for each other in this life,

despite the weather, the path, the season.

confess to the wind,
who knows only of freedom
and bears no burdens.

(I am your breeze)