Once again the bus became our vessel, the street became our stage and our words flew off both page and memory, creating more for our new family to adore. In love with everyone, how could you not be when we break the monotony together in time. Moving through space with faces full of delight and then off into the night when the conductor flashes his lights. We conduct ourselves well despise the street security patrol-man, who dug his own hole, man, mid poem, and then buried himself in the embarrassment of his peers who arent led by fear and would rather just hear what Duncan and his phone have to say. Its OK. We mean no harm, dont pick fights with word-smiths unless you want to be charmed. Its fine, spill my drink yourself trying to clear our mess of minds, but we exist within a time where love prevails and you will fail if you hate me whilst Im hugging your head. Your colleague donates whilst you tell me its illegal to collect change, to implement change and Shelter our ignored equals. Well one of you is wrong in the eyes of your employer, but in the eyes of the world, the other one shines. Guide us to another street that is ours and we fill it, bring a new idea to life just to kill it. The echo of our voices will resonate, even when youre in bed and its getting late, because we were heard when we wanted to be, and we did it for free, to feel free, because we are free. Too many stars in my sky to mention, whats in a name? you know who you are and I love you the same.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 00:51:42 +0000
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