194_Dance

We have come from a fruitful age of rhythm, and now we enter the age of dance once all feet and toes are healed to make it. From there comes the age of music, something to look forward to. The volute mind over body allows shape, form, and sexiness. We are on the dance floor to attract, like birds in the trees, ruffling feathers. The peacock comes to mind and so we need to look handsome, and beautiful for our spouse.

I am “Aly,” a man that can dance, and I like to be up to no good on the dance floor. But oxygen is what makes it happen, so big lungs and direct, convincing moves are what helps.

To collect our heirs and graces, we as people can learn to dance from our children, or stay cool, and remember our own, we do not want any dad dancing on the scene. The man of today lives peacefully and tranquilly but finds it hard without mime to come across a woman who will understand his brave confidence and utter protection towards her femininity. We can converse on magical realism until the moonlight fades, and enjoy cups of tea, teetering in ballet dance costumes.

I am pro-man with a big heart, big enough that sex frees my mind, not only primevally but to satisfy my woman’s emotions. She knows she loves me because she trusts, and that allows me to let rip, and make love to her sensuously over hours and hours of foreplay. The corset of the harlot only makes me feel fonder of her womanliness, for the old paradigm of sex has never changed, it is not porn, but frivolity, fetish, and fantasy.

I still do my fair share of domestic duties, which puts me in touch with what was once a woman’s world. The children learn from both me and my potential wife, and we share alike, in raising the children, together we get up at night, to check on our little ones. Without them and their Z gene, we would not recognise the aesthetic of us put together in a completely unique and individual child.

I am not God, but went through the entirety of fairness to make everyone God through affirmation of a dream, and find Jesus knows all, says all, and is all by word of the Bible, and by word of mouth spiritually, because he lives in and amongst us on the earth plane, occasionally visiting, and of course is always within our souls.

My own affirmations of God are merely based in Jamaican reputation, like King Tubby was King. So, I have put my music of ‘Monouni on the Five’ back up, to remember the good days of rapping, when we felt free and single in our mind set to have a go at a claim, acclaimed for catching Al-Qaeda, myself.

John 12

We do realise though without Jesus, while talking to higher selves, and the owner of that self, never hearing what recourse is, is to gain or loss in some instances, knows there is no real conversation in the realm, but performance of speech.

So, these are my words to you:

I am sorry I have forced by ill means my pain and suffering on others to gain sympathy and a free ride, and know it only causes stress and anguish.

Ho’opono-opono:

“Please forgive me,

I am Sorry,

Thank you,

I Love you.”

So, I was reforming others to my liking when all I want to do is fall in love again and dance!

I am “Aly.”

Amen

Love, AB. x