Wherever you are: Find love.

I was blessed that my fruits fell from above.
But if you have to look right
or left
find love.

With whatever strength you're blessed
find love.

For a future sweet goodbye,
find love --- where time will fly on swiftly by
and love will teach you how to cry
But here we are and here we find
our family within mankind

So don't give up upon your search
Worship at our love's one church.
Look up, below and all round
for love upon this earthly ground.

In need of a tidy day,
but did't take it.
So I sat in a funk,
and couldn't shake it.
It's all games,
but you can't fake it.

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Number thirty one
What's the balance
between said and done?

31 people passed by
smiling, saved
on a photograph
and then suspended
in the chaos laugh

a one way ticket
to the archaeology
Pompeii rescues
sweeping over me

like a butterfly
but it's all too much
these crawling caterpillars
it's all too much

Maybe we just let them go
laughing out these jokes to the wind
and save a name if you like,
a name

if you like to laugh...
burn all of the photographs
warm up the inside
of your heart x

You had a dream, and it never quite came true
But I learnt to dream, because of you.

Here we're ******,
And I had a bite of heaven;
it might be enough, if you trust
Love's sweet taste.

We came from nothing,
And nothing goes to waste.

If the people were new
but the patterns were the same
diving from a Cornish quay
Would you play the game?

The reassurance of Sainsbury's
Saturday night TV with banana custard
Rain on the car's windscreen as we drive along
Spring flowers
And sledging through the snow.
Starlit skies,
and Northern Lights.
Tell me where you go, alright.

Will I stay in this miracle?
As it warms and changes?
You taught me what I knew
As I am facing the new.
Old hearts, beat anew.

It’s all out of whack,
in the middle of my desk.
A lot of old papers
weights on my arteries.
And I don’t push them
To get strong.
And they don’t save the love song.

Clothes, papers,
Things, papers,
Ideas, papers.
All piling into a stack
That I stack
And i stack
and I stagger
Like that.

Someone help me invert it.
Crystalline, new to shine.
I AM the lens to focus the sun.

I’m the paperweight on top of you, things.
And I’ll let you all fly.
(Keep some
What might be mine)
(And lose some
In reckless abandon,
That could have helped us shine.)

But if it all stays
It’s all gone.
Or…

A wild chance comes along
As I march to the future
With a movement, rhythm

This IS a love song.
melancholic
Or EUPHORIC:
Play on.
Play on.
Play on.

I'd rather not be enlightened
If my son has more pain
I'll let the sun shine.
But I'll sweat for some grain.
And I'll train
how I'll train
how I'll train.

Because you'll think you've ascended
And the rains will come
And the pain of the innocents
Will see you undone.