I love to hear it. It thrills my souls. It awakens my spirit. It shines light into my world. It brings peace to my unsettled life. It opens room for me to smile and be happy. It inspires my moves. It moves our ages, it lightens our burdens.  It is the relaxation needed to cool off during a hard day at work. The perfect thing to spice up and add some romance to the evening, it takes to bed, puts to bed and wakes us up.  It is just the lift we need when down, its sounds, wording, beats oh music I love you. I never really met someone who did not like you. Play on.

Why do we really make it all so complicated? There are so much uncluttered stuffs in this age we live in, controversial some say. I am no specialist in this field but I do not know and see why, called “evolution” homosexuality should be legalised? To me it is complex issues. If homosexuality so sick as it is not sent to psychiatrist can be legalised, why hold back love? Why not legalise sex between a 40year old and a 16year old? It makes no sense at all why it will be legalised and not sex between ages which is but figures. This world is a crazy, stupid place.

The life we live is ours to live the way we want to. But not that the life you live is not just for you as it touches and affects those close to you and those in the world in which the life is lived. No matter how powerful or mean we think we can get or we are, we just cannot exist without compassion and affection. They move the world we live in. no matter how hard and rude we be, affection, compassion finds a way in our lives and make it easy. They are very indispensible in this life. Looking back through all the years you will how far they brought us. Let it govern your life and how you live.

What is truth? Good, the light something that’s factual and can be proven or may be something that define some actions or believe which results are proven beyond doubts. But sometimes truth is what you make it be. True is not good or right or based on facts sometimes… yes sometimes. They say truth is right I say truth is faith. Being able to run into a firing house to rescue someone and back without burns might be true might be false. Falling a thousand feet in a plane and crashing with a single fracture might be true might be false depends how you take it and believe in it. Truth is where you stand without s flinch of guilt and there you stand till before the barrels till it fires at you and all fades to dark as some heavy sleep taking over you.