Tuesday, 5 August 2014

True Perfect 26-3-08

I dreamt of you last night. We were in an endless hug telling each other that we would never leave each others sides. It was only a dream yet when I awoke I wanted to cry myself back to sleep so I could be back in your love.
My dream of you is a success story, a memory, a never ending trail to you and your bliss.
You are my best remedy and I’m your best friend, talking heads think alike don’t you think?

Come away feeling Irie,
Come away so that you will return,
Come along for the ride. Let’s repatriate to somewhere new,
Don’t worry about packing everything comes to those who wait…I guess I was always the impatient one.

Don’t be sad don’t be blue Einstein was human too. There will be no sympathy for The wicked writing evil so lets us not be the deaf leading the blind to slaughter because you, my dear friend, are worth more than that.

Monday, 16 July 2012

Extended Hand



Come in to think about it. That can be your brain tease.
I always gave my love to something else.
I know that there is always something else for us to do,
always for them to get better at being them.

We must never let them leave us alone.
I have power at my command.
I have the world at my feet.
Where am I?

We are the future beings of Earth and I thought I had won.
Our children will have to learn from our mistakes.
They will have power at their command. They will have the world at their feet...and one question remains,
“Have we done enough for them?”

They are pretty ugly in their minds because The Master plan never materialized. they are still sitting on the fence watching the action unfold without even batting an eye lid. She let herself down...she found God. It was the only alternative. She still needs a boost, though I feel she has been lifted by natural forces she will always be a friend. It’s still far.

Now it is a crowd of unknowns.
They’ll never leave because there is always something new and wonderful to hold on to.
It’s so wonderful it will have to wait until tomorrow night.

Done Deed.

Love is still running in the mist. Love is still the stranger that I unwittingly know.
How can I ‘get on’ with Love? Social love should last forever like the stars which are dieing, growing and shinning like the richess pipe that I’ll light for you any time.
With love why hate what could be loved? I love ‘touch love’ because it lasts for the minute which we want to last forever and ever.
I can’t draw the sketch that would become the picture that would be completed in a painting yet with words there is life. The words become the sketch the song becomes the picture that I see so it seems that my capabilities expand with every page I write maybe I’m famous in my own right.

Now look at what you have done as you can see there is no way to move without moving your body. The man saw that the ladies needed perfection…and then porn! Maybe even a different journey. You might be able to feel what I see or you might be able to see what I can feel very loud and very clear being very early in the morning and I feel like you.
Didn’t anyone tell you that you’re too good for YouTube? Rather have your head above ground even if you don’t understand, now look at what you have before it glows…

Sunday, 15 July 2012


The power Cut song.  

I am a man of two faces. I am a Man on two quests. I am in a place that could be…divine.
A person isn’t all they could be until they see the light. 
He tried with all his might to conquer sight. 
Dear friend I’m on the mend by God I’m on the mend.
The music carries over the moon…the power is back on.
Reign in the Sopranos we’ve found a winner. It was found in a dusty part of town. Alone yet going full throttle. An engine was heard in the distance.

To be honest…to be exclusive, I’ll call it quits. On the outside a decision was made and executed. On the inside a plaster was put over the wound.

The boy opened the book and his life began. Laugh out loud or just speak your mind. The embattled President put the gun down and picked up the phone it turned out to be a good day to do something right.