Unblocking myself to a true homeland state

Two souls that I no carry a brave each of them presenting as fame.

Triangulu moaning wind has complained, and I sit next to myself.

Passing by, she has stopped with the light to her inner child, blessed with the Sunday balsam saying; I am here.

Please do not travel too far,

Let me take a glimpse so that I can control your every step, without posessing your soul, that I truly adore to collect, and neglect.

She has left her defensive attraction, and took a calm pause meanwhile her daughter cycled the purest mountine of grass being proud of how fast she can really ride.

Her father took her on a side, and reclaimed the worry imbalance

Transferring it to her, but her courage was more than to settle just for a pair of doubts and fear alike with no despair. She lacked nothing being brave, being herself.

As a real girl, taking back her own honour with the freedom, and warrior like soul.

She run and her mother lost her from the eye full of glaze.

A triple bicycle man has arrived taking a phone, and waving a Hi !

Does she knew, it is not for a while to submit his awaiting approval ?

Look I am here; with all the flaws, and paws to be the exact Number One.

I have quickly walked away to compose my own theatrical slam as a fairytale, lacking surreal, but gaining the divine,

and then I met Him in unexpected way.

His eyes tangibles in the sway of actions removed from the sight of a lovers. His tackling words whisper a profound wind of a good poetry arrival, deep from his shelf of self.

To duplicate him is not an aim for another, not many you will find with such anti openness to the things,

He doesn't touch or know ways from which creations are to be created from a mind of contextual poliglot line, and freedom which collide with his own aesthetism of life.

Beside his warm welcome, you will not likely find a courage to pick up a dialogue, to confront his tough ambivalential state of a sarcasm that he is nicely wishing you to adapt as a manner of no respect coming from his unhealed past.

The only respect is for his own dialect, and to things that do not cling with present consistency of thoughts interlined to be the One for the wrong, and on the Go to a no longer survival mode, plugged without any plot.

I got to know the "Ciao !" welcome to the salad talk.

Nitwit to the signals of help, and his own misogynistic vodka shot.

Do not touch his sword, he can carry you through a rollercoaster emotional road, there is no fence, not even a wall to hit his own real unapologetically, and diligently spoken words associated with betrayal of everything in your existencial humor.

Au revoir Monsieur !

That is his world, not mine, I am off.

Not like a coincidence to bring you more no sense into the human beliefs, and hope you will not find any evidence it's a mistreated Trigot.

However to my miraculous luck, I landed in the chi field of a soul that got me more than just feeling right.

His face no longer reflects who He really was, but his soul shines much more like a light from the Sun in the most glorious misticism of energy that I call just simple; A love.

It takes me to the world where I want to be, and I already feel as If I lived in.

His lightness of the heart, and the grass around has the ability to transform the dryness to nourishments, from being vast to be full and enough, just as you humanily really are.

A soul that sings his own tone full of love vibrational aura,

Taking you to the joy, to become the lyric, and the flow to a song in aliveness,

To dance, to play, and to appreciate every living day

Since the moment you join his way, You start to shine like a real diamond,

Fully in love in his heart way

A calm ring, a home to stay, You no longer can say words to what is the love, and an in love state

with just, but yourself thanks to his real gentleness, you are leaving every of the empty spaces, you sooo long was made to be trapped and neglect.

He does things from heart, and it welcomes the clarity of who you really are, even loosing himself just to give you the light, the fight of being, and walking all of so bright like a magnetic chart unplugged.

You find your home or land, you go to the homeland surround already creating your wonderland from the insider feeling of 'The Being' in your 'True Homeland'.

That is my land for the love, and sand thoughts to finally settle for the rest of the stories to come.

It's my secret openness to his own homely heart.

I put my tone uploaded with thankfullness, knowledge you have can carry you, and others for the longevity with no end.

Infinite chi state, and beyond the surfaces of the visible planet earth.

Contemplating through the mirror in the human society, it's hard to see the colors, the joy of the purity that You spread with the humbleness of your soul.

You and I carry familiar insider peace, we all do carry it from the soul

A calmness of the sorrow and the hope for tomorrow yet to come !

To be the now, and in takes courage if the country doesn't talk your line

So we do create our own healing to the All is fine, and All is happening in the now !

A homeland is a feeling, it is no longer a land

It is a heart Fully united as One !

and becoming the Oneness for its Homeland,

truly being a feeling of a Heart !

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