Love Poem: A British Diary Passing Millenium
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Written by: John Night

A British Diary Passing Millenium

The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the best option was a renegotiation of trade affairs and markets. Thus the agreement was self-determination of the landowners and their community families harvesting natures bounty for an exchange of supplies of living standards of life from the previous authors of empire through discoveries technology had temporarily westernised for an exchange of new information to alchemies of metallurgy and sciences biodiversity through globalized natural winds and waters and their waves of coastlines in cartology and industrial mechanics. 
the astronomy to astrology belief of the people of our world called planet the mother earth, our ark   sailing gently with the creatures spirits and ours as we calm tamely our behaviours to share the higher loves in passion of habitats coexisting harmoniously as they discovered to recognise their mountains topped above and below in universe of a galaxies solar system in orbit magnetically thermodynamically in density of frequency that frequent of motion within times memories remember. 
our constant faith in the rains bow of sunshine filtered water like snow in the warm contentedness of springs rise to the fall of the wind in the breeze gently for the beasts of the soil. 
careful whispered the giant of children walk gently for them to learn to play in safety of hurt from the wild of those who remained orphaned by the ways of disease caused by the dirtying of the soil and trees that make the leafes the crunchy leaves for the roots of the genes of the seeds of the flowers in pollen so gently don’t disturb me ungraciously and teach me to grow big and strong like a tree from the mother in seed a flower empower the honey bees and the birds and the bears and felines and wolfs and butterflies and lilies in clean water and migrations for the nations herds and their moths through lanes far from pollutions trash not filtered recycled reused for the designers some clues make things for many meanings of use better use for the poor to be rich with the nature of life as we maintain dignity to pray calmly in wisdom the learning of better happy faiths to the tribes of the continents of the father of man im sure is in a presence of a time we know because we had a beginning but of the end we heard maybe a beginning to say for the presence an awareness of love I love you. The nature of a woman and from her is affection herd struggling against the zoo is because they lack safari and im telling you its unkind to deny those who wish to be in harmony of walking into nature. 
mothers of new births children should be provided for not working on condition that once the child has bonded to the parents may they return to the places of society to collect their bounty of the land and to do a labour of choices to harmony of the earth and the cradle of life. 
if nations arranged pilgrims learners and sightseers enmasse to go to places for trades of friendships without incident of Iliad we would become a much more calm species as we agree that the way should be along a path without hatreds of territory against those who pass through without payment or debts accumulating from taxes of those places, therefore we return to the question of thought debating the nature of words trades and forces of opinion for the ownership of the minds of a free market, becoming too heavily endorsed by the corruption of merciless foreign traders and selfish nets of greed to specific cheap foods challenged with the competition for ownership of status attracted by the idols of the people who consider themselves to be famous of power. 
so here I am a day later in thought of the things I wrote yesterday afternoon after having some thoughts in an English garden that the summer was feeling warmer than before and that the cloud cover was different from how I remembered as a child when the rains were more windy and frequent and remember that there was a change in the climates that water was scarcer now that the rivers and streams were being used… End of page. From a Britain man. Albion blood not of Albion.