Tuesday, 17 January 2017

This is my Planet

[The King's Poet] Croxt:


My world, my earth; This is my planet. This is my globe, a map around the world. Connect the dots, connect the dream, connect the continents. Ad rem, all around, as I perceive, a dream it is and a highway pertinent to my destination. Beyond the borders, beyond the walls; beyond the horizons, across the board, water connects and land just flows. Hills and valleys and rivers that link, oceans of ink to paint a better picture. Trees that breathe and gather into forests, stretches of land showcasing the power of nature, the hand of man, animals existence and perfect imperfections.

Clouds of the sky and the novelty of time, weather on wheels, keeps on reshaping. Seasons abound, all-year round and the things that keep us moving, within and beyond our control, convening birds of a feather, dance together. A multitude of stars, the might of the Sun and the glow of the evanescent moon unite at the helm. Rain or shine, spin, we win, 24/7 and this world we live in, keeps on spinning. The distance between us reducing. Gaining traction, beauty in the eyes yet a billion different attractions. Interaction flowers, every hour and ideas keep us in shape. Travel these miles with a smile; by land, by air, by water; how far would it possibly be? How close are we all? Take, for example, technology taking knowledge beyond age and its edges, taking advantage over the limits we set, expanding our reach.

I have always wanted to embrace the world and pray, God knows, my hands can stretch, this touch is felt, quality expectations, daily, are met; a circadian rhythm, I bet. The Canadian Dream: where dreams are made, be nice2all, give it my best, hope for the best, get my best, sweat on set and a jet-ride straight2freedom, free of debt and any threat. Reflections at night, resounding earthÅ› voices and thoughts below, the peace above, and oh, the love, hatred sinking below what I see. Sea level, we fish and swim, light @ the end of the tunnel, yet darkness holds. Set free, you set me free; freed once, I set you free. Ready, set, free we rise, earth ascending, together again, celebrating; we seized the day and embraced the whole night.

Cup overflow, champagne for the glory, shots for the pain and wine on the table for the candle-lit dinners. The ambience convenient. 3 decent polished pool tables beside the swimming pool we dive in. Background on fleek, you pose so perfect. Just the environment I love. We do not force the vibe any longer, any more because the vibe is a force in itself. We ride the waves. We rise again. Dear Mama, Mama Earth, truly grateful you keep it mia. 100 times, I would fall and a thousand more I soar. Sow the seeds of trees you wish to bear. Hear my call and hello, how are you doing? Cellphone line, found myself online. This is my planet, your planet, our planet and that is why we plant, we plan and we garner what we planted.