during the last hours of the final waxing moon of that decade.
less than a day from the fullness of it’s presence.
the gemini moon. as the sun ran with sagitarius.
these secret twins, am i allowed to change my mind?
this horse that wins, if fresh grass he finds.
the weighing scales say’d the same as the time on the wall in the maternity hall.
“those doctors told me that you would be backwards, i knew they were wrong”
if only you knew the truth, it doesn’t help nor sooth. let’s write a record in the insanity booth.
Come take a ride
Inside my brain
It’s all for free
Tho’ i don’t know
All of the ways
Or even if
I’m outta range
Within a forest
On a plain
Left and right
Do seem estranged.
the top ten percent
i keep remembering….
years ago i was working with some Kenyans at a waste recycling facility in my home town.
some of the cleverest people i’ve Ever met, apparently my name in their home tribal language means leopard 🙂 better than a spear carrier 🙂
anyway, among our wide ranging conversations including how language evolves, politics and nature, was poverty.
i among others usually bemoan my lot, i’m definitely grateful, don’t get me wrong but it’s easy to think that we are being taken for a ride by the big companies and governments, whether it’s another tax or food scare or invasion of my civil liberties with data protection etc, and there’s enough evidence or lack of it to keep most conspiracy theories alive, i’ve got my favourites (r ;)o th 😉 ch i l d ;). ) lmao and we always blame Big Brother or Little Brother
but anyway, these guys n girls gave me another perspective.
even if you are on jobseekers or welfare or what ever your nations equivalent is;
you are more than likely in the top ten percent of the richest people in the world.
(apart from the tribes that haven’t been introduced to the modern age, they’ve got something more valuable)
i have to remind my self of this fairly often.
even with every problem i can think of, we’ve still got a roof over my head, And light during the dark of night, And heating if i spend the money wisely, And cleaned water, for us to bathe in, that even rinses the toilet when we flush, my daughter doesn’t go hungry, unless through greed, etc et al
so basically when we moan, we are an ungrateful bunch.
but we’ve given ourselves the right to so many things, that we feel we are right to moan, even to the cost of others.
i wanna continue writing but busy bee time
let’s create equality by making things non-equal.
i don’t believe in fairness or rights…ok… i teach my kid about fairness and rights but how does one thing have more right than another?
i don’t have any real Right to anything but we are taught from a young age to take what is rightfully ours.
every good child on the planet gets a visit from Santa…well…apart from the lost south american tribes. equality and rights. maybe Santa is rascist or something?
women want us all to be equal, well, except on wimmins day.
something about how men are arseholes i think, as if life should be fair.
fair? while there are kids starving in the Third world? i thought earth was the third world? we should be in it together!
fair is when no-one gets a special day…that would be fair.
lets knock all these stupid special days on the head, easter and crimbo included!
i don’t need a calendar to remind me to treat the lil brat or other loved ones!
and remember, all these special days whether fathers or mothers day or gay day (is there a hetrosexual day?), they are thought up by money makers. which is fine if you have money, but then don’t complain that you are treated unfairly, just remember while you eat your choccy or smell your flowers…the starving millions that shit in the communal pond or ditch, fat with malnutrition. where do they get their water from while you drink wine from a crystal glass?
She told me of Angels
i knew what she meant
She told me that Lavender
was her favourite scent
We spoke of the little things
that make us who we are
Of dreams and fears and life and tears
and silly pointed stars
My inner voice; he did rejoice
in her eagerness to listen
Oh my ears, and her soft voice
they conjured up a vision
For she saw me in her sleep
an omen with a meaning
My soul he soars up from the deeps
or is it me that’s dreaming?
everything was beautiful and in its place
so i thought ’bout making a master race.
my work was done. i needed a son.
i named him dave. yea he was brave.
he asked for a missus, i named her francis,
that was it, into the green apple they bit.
oh, what a pair, always despaired
for a son or daughter. i gave them both.
dwayne and mabel, have you heard the fable?
dwayne and mabel always fought
for this or that, tit for tat.
so one of them i killed, the night air was stilled
woden was not overjoyed. more like annoyed.
he made all the gods invisible
for ever and ever Amen. to save us from man.
i feel contained, and yet free
we are slaves, worker bees
i wanna be a nomad
wander this earth
jump on my board
and ride the surf
but it all takes money
of which i have not got
i have no change in the penny pot
wake up eat go to work go to sleep
wake up eat go to work get some sleep
i’m throwin myself overboard
danglin’ on a chord
i am not what i thought
i thought i was me
i am a nobody
Whispering female: “nobody’s perfect.”