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that’s what’s up…

I’ll be the church, you be the steeple.
You be the King, I’ll be the people.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was being such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
But you helped me change my mind.

I’ll be the sun, you be the shining.
You be the clock, I’ll be the timing.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was feeling so upset, I thought the sun never shine.

Then I found Forever
Hey! Hey! love!
We’ve been best friends forever darling.
That’s’ what’s up!

Forever!
No matter what!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
That’s what’s up!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
No matter what!

You be the book, I’ll be the binding.
You be the words, I’ll be the rhyming.
While I was feeling such a wreck, I thought of losing my mind.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought the sun never shine.

You be the bird, I’ll be the feather.
We’ll be the best of friends forever.
While I was feeling such a mess I thought you’d leave me behind.
When I was feeling such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
Then I found

Forever! And Always!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!
Forever!
Come with me!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!

You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days
All of our days
Yeah…
Love is a shelter.
Love is a cause.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love will leads us all.
Love! It is our honor.
Love! It is our all.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love it is our home.

Oh yeah!
Yeah! That’s what’s up!
Oh yeah!
That’s what’s up!
Yeah That’s what’s up!

– Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros –

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the other is for goodness…

Dear Gentle Sir,

There are worlds between us.

When your full head peers into the abyss of my need, my petals spread like wings. I am Pegasus to your Zeus. (Though, who is muse to whom remains a bone of contention – one I’m content to nibble on.) To see you astride me is to believe in quantum physics: how else could we be here? Together. Entwined and wide-eyed like this?

As I arch to make room for you inside me, each intake of air births a belief… in the Impossible and in the Possible. Each moan may sound our names but it’s true nature is a blessing… Given and Taken.

When two become one in the Mystery of Meeting, we become feathers bound by blessed winds flying over mountains of pleasure and valleys of discontent. Each strain, each grip, every time we reach for the other sings us into a new moment. We become this. Together.

And still, you are so beautiful.

Missing You,

Lola Moi xo