This gadget in my hands means we have progressed
evolved from the mud we seem so keen to return
able to judge others for their wrongs and punish
travel for knowledge and build phalic buildings
drive machines that we own and have things
this is strength and knowledge from evolution
then why do we act like viruses
and why are we not all kind?
Wind blows through the trees of my life
picking up the leaves of old memories
some I am pleased to see tumble away
but others I want to hold and make green again
Branches thrash in protest as the wind takes its due
the trunk groans amusement at the frivolous action
a zephyr brings a familiar fragrance from the littered floor
and standing holding my leaves
I wondered if it was my life
Please don’t tell me what it means
or what it is made of
I don’t want to know how to say it
not even if it is illegal
The outcome is perfect
because I like it
just the way it is
Odious reluctant recognition
licentious games afoot
pretermit their existence
move on
Explanation
A yukky and sad admission of bad behaviour from others
They say one thing, do another. Both things with no real purpose
Making an effort to ignore they exist
Get over it, stop being dicks.
I am glad I am on my own
no one to love
because I am coward
and falling out of love
is a pain in arse anyway
All this talk of Gods makes me sigh
for the real reason always seems to slip away
because a God is only a tool
to wave as a weapon
the rains didn’t come
you angered the God
its all your fault
and you’ll be punished
we are the messengers
this is how you must live
or you will go to hell
your irreverence noted
and we are blessed with gold
and robes and houses
and food because we worship God
not you, you, you irreligionist!
but the only God to be feared
is the fabricated monster
of mean slithery men
to promote fear
for control
I barged through the door
at home tie still firm
and I clapped and danced
I smiled and laughed
I said hello to the fish
flipping and dancing with me
and I spun arms wide
laughed again and did the jig
smiling started to ache
then I stopped
preplexed, not knowing
why was I happy
should I be
am I allowed
well frankly
I don’t care
yeah
Powerful Pregnant Pause
You say it was me
I say it was you
There, that seems to have fixed it.
You
me
family
tree
You
me
two
three?
You
me
truth
see
You
me
suddenly
free
This hasn’t got anything to do with chocolate
its just the word and what it means to me
and the sexy, devilish grin it brings
the secret that isn’t a secret
but I sit like a Cheshire anyway
its smoothness and perfect
partnership with coffee
and my big chair
and the heater
just me
one more bit
Well, Ok, it has everything thing to do with chocolate
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