Nature is my mistress, bitter sweet, bitter sweet; the scent of young lilies and regret, for a woman's heart is slender, deep yet dark and tender, and as silent as the body's first caress.

My mother and my farther, and my brothers and my sisters, and my uncles, and my aunts are all quite fair, but something doesn't sit right, it's not quite in the spotlight, I'm looking at a world that isn't square.

The plastic spoon to stir your tea, the carrier bag you got for free,
the slow decline of honey bees, the friend that slept with you and me, the tragedy of fantasy, the whisper carried on the breeze, that traveled the century's with sailors on the seven seas.

Distracted by the rhythmic words, we listen to the humming birds, the nature of your natural eye encircles us like butterflies, the creature has it's mothers eyes, the lure of love flies on the wing, to take the insect and the sting, to follow ends to sticky ends, bitter sweet, bitter sweet; you're so sweet!

I love you honey want you be my girl.
Won't you be my girl for just one night.

Simplicity & complexity are a powerful combination.

Minimalism is discipline, the aesthetic is often pure and sensual; 'a simple joy’.
It strips the superfluous down to its essentials; it enables the viewer to contemplate the gaps and see the magic through simple repetition and gradual variation.

There is more room in our future when there’s less in it.

It's a setting for subtle syncopation, a place to break free from convention, a setting where aesthetic simplicity and abstract thought can combine to facilitate change, a space where human beings can create a tangible difference with very simple things; magical things.

By Pig-Man

I love you honey
I love you're honey hole,
I love your sweet nectar
It satisfies my soul...

When I taste your honey;
It tastes so sweet,
You're my honey suckle honey
and a sticky tasty treat...

Your my honeysuckle honey,
Your my honeysuckle hole
I like to tease the sugar,
from your sugar bowl...

What I like is oozy, gooey,
finger licking good,
You're pure perfection,
sweet confection,
sent to me with love.

Freedom dies with you!
What are you fighting for ?

This is your generation people,
I'm begging you; don't go to war.

Freedom dies with you!
you can't fight for peace!

I'm begging you, don't go to war.

Not in the name of liberation!

Not in the the name of humanitarianism!

Not in the name of freedom!

Not in the name of free trade!

I'm begging you: Don't go to war!

Love; a voice filled with desire, like the song of a siren; like the call of emptiness

****** into the void; I'm yours
Louise!
I kiss you gently like I kissed your ***.

I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine.

The spirit of the stairs,  
I love you Louise but I know that you can never be mine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
Oh love, love, love, love,
our mouths full of passion and wine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
I love you Louise with every inch of me, but I know that you shall never be mine.

Indulgent the body yearning to be teased and touched, feeling the sensations move across the skin, slipping down the shaft of each hair, and stirring yearning deep within the ***;
The anticipation rising then embracing that perfect resistance; before letting go... Ecstasy!

Some dreams can never be shared, Some dreams can never be told,
When your old; when your cold.

I look into your eyes, and I wonder where you have gone?
and I pray; yes I pray, that you've made it through the stars !

Some dreams can never......

Song link
https://youtu.be/n7LMWl9rEfI