this is our home

by walterdoege

just stay alive in!…please everywhere…as i sense as my skin…your’s skin…back up with you…back to home…where the heart is…where love is…this is our home…our lovely country…where love is…we build our home, it’s not only mine…it’s your’s too…our home is not a property, but a shared loveliness…a house, bricks of help…we can make choices, love is ahead…choosing joy, because sadness hopes to be one day joyous…in despite of unkind news, the love is always opened to new choices…a builded path of peaceful good will…wishes, lovely wishes come true…love and truth are wings of hope…utmost, a real flying plenty of affection…a hard work…the country of lovers, our country…respect yourself…i respect you…this is our home, a builded country…with green light blinking…for keep going on the love road…it’s a builded road, a widing road…love is our home…love protects, as I experience love…I don’t know what love is, I sense love…not just a word…a perception and daily construction…reinvention from good will…in despite of all, love remains…one love, so many people…shared love, happiness near hand for people…this our country, our shared home…we are never alone…we can stand together…we can go on now and ever…a home that lasts for ever, more than ever…I write fast…this slowing wrtiting trial…no perfect phrases…if so, no writing…love is imperfection…so fragile…as my daily trials…of keep writing…a romance…fast writing…slow writing…not much thinking, so much love…so much for tears, tears drops, rain drops…a big party at steets…carnaval…samba on feets…joy within us…when the streets is almost a house, for just share the joy of living…and the city is a house extension…of an inner home…our home, our common love…such affection in my unwritten words…samba, a sadness that dances…hoping to no be more sad…samba, a joy celebration…remembering the days can be amazing grace…our love country…some blues harmonies…and sweet melodies…a folk party…when I am folk…while dancing and singing a lovely will to the universe…the universe of loveliness…as i can write…my writer trials…of plenty of love written imperfection…a party at streets, an invitation to face real love…as a skin joyous sentiment…and a peace choice…this is our home, inside each of us…common love, open love, free, good, no cost, no much thinking…much will…of builded lovely roads…as a house, the care of a home is a joy…as children can sense and express…I am, you are, we are…children that grown up…the child inside me…writes these awkward phrases…and the writer trial, choose the words fast, and write slowly