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By Madeline Ileleji
All the faces under the Sky
And all their zodiac signs
I’m calling the Star dust creatures
And pieces of the umbra eclipse
Together with the broken tide
And wild Seas compressing into ice
in far away Arctatica
Marion is a green villain
And atoms of the desert are raging
Hormones of life’s emotions
Sinking us into a never ending tomorrow
Wealthy men are parading gorgeous women
Who want to fit into the status quo
And their beauty and wealth
Is breaking into age
Pride and survival and the prices in between
After all we are all selling ourselves
For something, the prices are just different
On various establishments
And young men are fighting to keep it together
Today the world is laughing still
A happy day in our problems congestion
Mother says lifes a dancing heel
It breaks and mends when you give it
A little stretch
The dandelions are dancing into
Windy moans
The moon is a fine emerald of
our dreams and fears
Yet glorious beings begin the day
Waving flags of all withering bands
Together we manage the roll call
Gods choosing his deceased today
And new babies are making their
Mothers weep for joy
And yet here we are like a
Garrison in fine armours
Laughing out the ecstasy of soulful
Pleasures,
Poets, actors and actresses
Telling us tunes of life’s pieces
And the writers to take us
beyond a pirates land
Come celebrate the Joy’s of life
If you’ve ever loved and lost
If you ever failed and won
And however those tributes come
Bring all your merriment together
Lets put the world back together
In the way music seeks to rectify
The blinds of life’s imagined worlds
And when we are done, fondling and
Living in our remedies
Let us celebrate life among fears and
Insecurities and if we are lucky
We might make another night
Another memory
In the company of fine people
And maybe too if are lucky
We might end life in love,
Or one of us dies and we are finally
Grateful and free
And maybe some of us will
Make children, and some of us won’t
And maybe too we will screw those
Children over
And then they’ll grow to decide
What wishes of the world they’ll
follow through the wind
And maybe some of them will
Have great mentors and others
horrible terrible bosses
Yet still in sorrow and joy
We are the dancers in Heavens terrain
Making melodies of lifes different beats
And God be surprised
What a spectacular mess we’ve become
And for a time or two,
our memories are all we have
For in the end we are the bearers of
all lifeforms and celebration
is our eternal song.
