In You the fatherless find mercy and the motherless hope,

But try to remove the violence and,The plunder around you!Baked on one side and raw on the other side,Your story will fly always like the cloud!But my bed is now laid peacefully waiting for my lover,And like the experiences of your past.

And i am walking on the dry land to meet your love.

But my mind is already made up.Asunder, sun, and, as, an, den, under, sand, send;And like the night before!But i don’t want to add up to the numbers.Poet, pot, top, to, toe, pet!And like the day after;But i am a different person altogether,For the righteous shows mercy and gives out with an open hand.

For there is life in it.There and then you will know the secrect codes of life;And the ways of mankind against the ways of the Creator.The Somalian Pirates are chasing, attacking and capturing ships,But this will be for a time and a season!After which they will be destroyed.

Minds out of the blues;My dream girl came out of the blues and,You could see me now like a new born baby.Life!The way you want me is what i am now;Muse!For i have been too long in the rain.Out of the blues came my lover,Out of the blues came my girl;And, you can now see…

Because Portia is your name and,The muse of love respects you.