For the rose petals in your love orbitals naturally, have a happy Thursday

The psychological balance between the illogical logical  displacement we suffer and the concrete gutter flatters the devil two times with probabilities, two times we will try by way of William Shakespeare to flutter by flow to the music in my mind unwind up to the wind to the stream in your consciousness-train chain of thought vessel, of my park station my braamfontein stream, my maboneng connection, my  constitution on the hill, my new nation on the window sill my jack and jill spring fairytale.

The words  in me in you a sad blue black lable castle ale nice and true beesting beeswing, life over love see-saw my swing my Lucy Lu, my Charlie's angel, aah! blueberry my Angelina Jolie, strues God, Jah is alive in your eyes every time in everything that you say wise money eyes true beat in my heart drum in my soul i smile in your heat sweetness, 

my slow beautiful nice Jill Scott anthem, something like slow walks in the darkness in that safe park in Cape Town, you and me, eye to eye, hand in hand, hip to hip in close quarters like how hip to the hop was natural to you and i my bond my bow tie, just like this and like that i miss the long conversations we have about nothing at all like Lauren Hill's nothing really matters when you are around my Bob Marley's positive vibration, Jah lurv protect us, its a new feeling, a new sign, stir it up my darling, are you picking up?