Get up! Get up,
simply! Simply,
get up!
Ah,
the right answer to the wrong question.
Get up! Get up,
simply! Simply,
get up!
Ah,
the right answer to the wrong question.
The top flew off and
the champagne poured out with pleasure;
There was an ease afterwards;
I could now sip my tea inside peace
with a calmness that lived within;
The smell of green and
freshness after the rains.
Darkness!
Darkness
Ra-ta-ta!
Shoutings!
Ra-ta-ta!
Wailings
Ra-ta-ta
Darkness!
Quiet
Darkness
Not Silence
It was in the life of Mary
To give birth a virgin
Mother of Jesus
How was that not impossible
Questions to answers we may never fully know
That her hymen was not pierced
Not first by the phallus of a man
When she conceived her child
Relating orally
Petting to keep in virginity
Not the problem of a man
As it slipped through the crack
Artificially inseminated
She lost her virginity
Delivered of a baby
Sitting on the loo
getting refreshed,
when the start of them —
the words —
taking shape in my mind,
came to me.
He never seems to leave her
because she lives inside;
the pleasant and the hard
and all the shades between.
Touch me,
move me,
hamper me,
heal me;
complicit in where I am today—
where I am tomorrow
if I’ll let.
To choose because of you;
to choose despite you;
you appear as you will
something to relish or leave.
Love.
Experience.
People.
Choices.
Living.
Memories.
I need you because I want you;
the converse could be stressful.
I want you because I want to love you;
I want to love you because—just because.
Je ne sais quoi.
God does not appear to need man;
yet he lives and acts as though he does—just because.
The ones I have loved; I still do.
I remember your shine.
The one I love; it’s only you.
I’ve filled my heart with your light.
Who you want to be
by what you think you ought to have
How you want to be
by who you think you ought to be
Who will you be
By what you want others to think or not
How will you be
By what you feel you see you think
By what you feel you think you see
From what you see you sense you see
Trust: a dangerous game
That we play every day
To become less insane
Lest we cease to seem sane