I have found my own moon.
She is my satellite.
You came to me in the darkest time, when I left my body you came with me and rescued me from death.
You shimmer blue and silver, warm and naked.
I will follow you back to the earth on which we live.
My Lunar, my queen.
Curving and soft
Reflecting the light from the sun.
You are my moon
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Maybe it's like the way god is something you can only believe in
Something you want and need, but need not to share.
As long as it has it's importance to you, what more could matter?
I choose to believe in myself and that this lifetime has a lesson to be learnt.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
I saw the Maori Jesus
Walking on Wellington Harbour.
He wore blue dungarees,
His beard and hair were long.
His breath smelled of mussels and paraoa.
When he smiled it looked like the dawn.
When he broke wind the little fishes trembled.
When he frowned the ground shook.
When he laughed everybody got drunk.
The Maori Jesus came on shore
And picked out his twelve disciples.
One cleaned toilets in the railway station;
His hands were scrubbed red to get the **** out of the pores.
One was a call-girl who turned it up for nothing.
One was a housewife who had forgotten the Pill
And stuck her TV set in the ******* can.
One was a little office clerk
Who'd tried to set fire to the Government Buldings.
Yes, and there were several others;
One was a sad old quean;
One was an alcoholic priest
Going slowly mad in a respectable parish.
The Maori Jesus said, 'Man,
From now on the sun will shine.'
He did no miracles;
He played the guitar sitting on the ground.
The first day he was arrested
For having no lawful means of support.
The second day he was beaten up by the cops
For telling a dee his house was not in order.
The third day he was charged with being a Maori
And given a month in Mt Crawford.
The fourth day he was sent to Porirua
For telling a ***** the sun would stop rising.
The fifth day lasted seven years
While he worked in the Asylum laundry
Never out of the steam.
The sixth day he told the head doctor,
'I am the Light in the Void;
I am who I am.'
The seventh day he was lobotomised;
The brain of God was cut in half.
On the eighth day the sun did not rise.
It did not rise the day after.
God was neither alive nor dead.
The darkness of the Void,
Mountainous, mile-deep, civilised darkness
Sat on the earth from then till now.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
He would blink so slowly that you could see the thoughts
blasting throughout the synapses in the brain of
God's human form.
Ya can't help but feel you're in the company of someone bigger than life on Earth, yr gunna feel like you might something
bigger too if you stay in his presence for long enough.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
I love you all most,
when you are at your weirdest,
I'd **** for you all.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Before Min Sarginson claimed the cliffs
There were views of Lyttleton Harbour and blue gums swayed in the breeze, subtly givin off perfumes like ya grandmother used to.
From the top of the rotting old macrocarpa sitting by the balcony, waiting for the kids to enter the dark, dank insides, frightened of spooky possums and spiders, you could see the shops, and the hotel waiting patiently for passers-by yearning for toilets and ice-cream. The sea always shone a thousand diamonds right into ya retinas, partially blinding you as you gazed from Governor's to Godley. Now you can see who's keeping up with Jones' and who cares more for energy efficiency, slanted roofs, succulent gardens and solar panels are now the view from my grandfather's bach.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
I wish.
I was your sheets
wrapping you up and sharing my warmth.
Holding your body, caressing your curves.
If I were your sheets I'd keep you as warm and content
as myself.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
I still miss the pitter and patter of your toes on the rimu floors of our home. I wake up to dog iii and expect you to jump your wee front paws up on the side of my bed, beckoning me to lift you up and on to my nest to share warmth and cuddles.
Our friendship is unforgotten.
You have learnt so much about love and compassion
I have learnt so much from you.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
E Tama,
how excited were you to meet a new friend.
He tino poha o te aroha e hoa.
Koda, e hoa
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
So its true.
It was all just a matter of distance.
You
thought you loved me, merely because I always there, the itch you can't quite reach, the attention you think you might have wanted
I,
held your hand through the weeks of uteric pain and as the gas in your chest cavity slowly moved between your organs.
I,
gave myself to no one but you in no hope of gain and
You,
lashed me to shreds and shards of a man every time you snapped your gnashing jaws at me, tearing chunks out of my mauri.
The trust once between us looks like the flowers you carelessly left on your windowsill to dry up and die, leaving me to wonder whether it ever existed at all.
It was nothing but proximity love.
I was told that you found a new lover,
and to be Frank I am Tame and over.
But to say I spread the rumours is far from close.
I won't say what you want to hear,
so you just want ****** believe it.
You'll bend as much as Tane Mahuta and you will lose because of it.
I wait for a hand to hold through pain and fear.
I learn from this
I leave this
I no longer know you.
But,
did I ever.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC