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As the fire cools and the earth does form with the solar winds that spin and spins around The cooling mist is caught and tangled And a giant cloud of life appears And drys in time as well in pressured solar wind And life becomes true and fresh As pure air gives life its birth

When the explosion from a combustion bang simmers down and disappears All those chemicals join together in a million different ways And then dried with time and smoth'd by a solar wind A dry ball of hard sand becomes ready to grow And most of us call this home sweet home A planet Earth

i left a small memory a single stone on a cairn to an unknown person in an unknown place mine was not the only one it wasn’t the last one it shared the feeling of the space no 2 stones were the same the eternal mold held the reason the pattern persists instinct never drew me there serendipity did a single stone continued a connection of respect and wonder not to difference but to a consequence of confluence of me within we a return journey after 300 years

I wish I had said no. I should have said no. And funny enough, you were right. I could have said no. So why didn't I? I guess I was flattered that a giant could fall in love with an ant like me. Perhaps I should have read the signs. Perhaps I should have known better. I guess the saying is true: When life teaches you a lesson and you fail to learn, it repeats itself. For now, all I can say is lesson learnt. But why does my heart ache this much?

Today, I decided to walk. The dilemma was whether I was walking to clear my head or simply to lose some weight. But as I put things into perspective, I realised that perhaps it was all in my head. I had built empty castles, dreamt of possibilities, and convinced myself of things I desperately wanted to believe. Yet my heart aches when the thought of you arises, or when I hear your voice. Was it all a lie? I saw the signs, yet I really wanted to believe that you had chosen me.

Its a very long road From lands end to john o groats So take a light snack To kick up the protein lack Maybe an oat crunchy bar Lashed with a coat of chocolate The fisherman around my place you no Call the warmth of the bar A seabiscuit

A stretch of water as far as the eye can see There's never a seal because he gets chomped on for his tea Many a shark maybe a baracuda maybe a sword fish Just one taste of blood all neighbours are called If you switch on a fan and go by a crawl The manaray he fills up most the ports If you feed them they stay and concregate and breed They sleep on the bottom if you wake them They thrash and lash their tails for you to stay away and behave If ready to breed you're near their love The jealousy will end in attack of blood So life is a job So stay indoors and go for a jog No lie life as in massawa''s

Didn't the universe start and begin in a fire and explosion Was the universe just one big ball of fire and heat So just think and vision will appear inside the mind A locket of fire will create a mist when fire begins to cool So does all fire eventually cool to mist when the wood on fire is burned And do the atoms join together and create a million solid forms Does fire burn across many lands do chemicals disappear Is it possible for a fire to calm down and the earths chemicals to reappear Maybe a mist to fog is like water to all life Maybe fire and water can create an earth Does the water calm the spirit and put the fire out So can water calm the fire and make life on earth reappear

Maybe the republicans they hold there heads Hands cupped faces red with the thoughts of indefeat They see the news and liberty stands strong and firm like a statue And trump says the democrats have the wealth of a good job Maybe the democrats see an even better future A future with all concerned as we all turn are heads Heads that turn to know all and liberty Life has an exceptional life that should be full of hope A life that is full of dreams of faith and love Liberty is the chorus of a american dream The warmth of a good job and of course good health No sickness thirst or hunger It's a very good job

Without fire, life would be dark Without fire, life would be cold. Without fire, more life would exist. Such is the price of stealing. Someone has to pay. Without fire, food would be raw. Without fire, we would not burn Ourselves and others for the sake of watching the flames consume. without discrimination, without resistance. The ashes eat themselves until there is nothing left to burn. Without flue fire cannot consume. It cannot even exist. Without fire, we cannot steal life.