Is it enough that I love the world?
The threads of it's pulse undeniable
enlightened by the universal web
Wedded to a world full of wrongs
A complication of bush and grooves

Is it wrong that I love the world?
A shadow of the earth that shelters
establishment of truth undiscovered
A shade of secrets with fainted saints
Welded in veracities unfathomable

Who would have thought I see the day?
The intimate stroke of prestige miracles
triggered by meshed lullabies of ardour
Embosomed in the cleavage of the globe
synchronised, yet running from the bullets

I have felt love so deep
Touch my hollow crevices
A bulb that fade in and out
The mount that houses delirium
A fire that burns the dark
A thunder that shutters crystals
A royally hypnosis of the beats
The jump swig, a rhythm swing

I have felt love so deep
The river depth overflow
inside my mindscape
A water escape in pipelines
where the moon and sky
mix in the scrapes of ebbs
A royally hypnosis of the beats
The jump swig, a rhythm swing

Saw dust and mite bites
in the dense timber
on the edges of the table
A palatable depth
of the horizon where we dined

Sew bursts and kite sites
A verily unpredictable place
where arms mate and meet
A past of days afloat
in the braveness of our years

A display of rosy petals
where the coal embers
and the gas runs out of meter
The hour where we stand closer
beneath the mirage of a day dream

On the other side of the continent
Where you die
On the other side of the bed
Where you vow
On our side of our story
Where we hold and go deep
On different sides of the world
Where miles imbue
Underneath the covers
Where the ice stew
On our side of the day dream
A space where we ******

You age like wine
but you are mine
Young and old

I age like milk
but I am fine
A clever fool

You age like wine
blessed and saved
loved and wanted

I age like milk
brave and alive
strong and sure

You age like wine
sweet and immature
naive and suave  

I age like milk
pretty and patient
loaded and free

An eagle the bird of prey
Clawed at the ground
taking me back to the river
where the tide stroked  

An eagle the bird of prey
A ghost of lost faces
showing me the essence
where the love started

An eagle the bird of prey
A weaver of the world
spinning me on the orbit
where the whispers tickled

An eagle the bird of prey
A slur of the speech
talking to me in tongues
where time is out of hand

An eagle the bird of prey
The darkness that stones
showing me the gloom
where aloofness is an ally

An eagle the bird of prey
A companion of my soul
following me when I fall
Inside the pearl of a teardrop

An eagle the bird of prey
A draft of echoey words
writing with me as I type
the muse of fruity letters

Blooming with happiness
The sun stroked and I smiled
The park adventurous and prided
The grass was soaked with dew
The wasp befriended my notepad
My face was pretty for you
Hands in my pockets as I waved a dog
A shy hide away in the open space
A French book on my minds fence
.............je veux la paix...................
A bench with grounded families
Young hobbits playing ball
Young couples indulging thigh on thigh
The romping poodle and German shepherd
The pond with the calm natured ducks
Underage puffs of clouded cigarette fumes
My awakened spirit opened it's legs
It flew to the overwhelmed senses of hope
.............je veux la paix......................
A scoff of falafel parcels and fizzy muscles
The stalker sat on the aligned bench
A season to figure out what life is
A strange woman on the bike in amusement
The Portuguese cafe full of beautiful souls
The world revolved with a cleansed sheen
An Eastern Europe parade of basketball novices
A melodious day that though of you babe
.............je veux la paix......................

We are chaotic but focussed
We are on stream and tangents
Timed but out of words
Fine but sailing at mercies of the world

We are brave but chicken heads
We are on seams and bursting
Trodden but on the float
Alright but sparkling with glows

We are silenced but screaming loud
We are on a cliff and dancing
Submerged but on a trend
Fine but sailing at the mercies of the world

We are saints but confessed sinners
We are ailed but healthy
Flying on wings high above
Alright but sparkling with glows