do it.
okay!
don't do it.
don't do anything at all?
do nothing.
nothing?


.....

violins play in the wind in the trees
and the bats sing while eating oranges
i lay still and listen
eyes closed
it's hot
and cold
but i won't move because if i do
i have to wake up
eyes closed






.....

remember?
your opulence
my starvation
no
of course not
i'd like to say i don't care
but i do
i sit in
and i will to your end
i am your opulence
and you are my starvation
it hurts like a cut in the kitchen
the sharper the blade
the less it hurts
but the more you bleed

if i said to you i see the future
would you believe me?
no
no you wouldn't

if i said to you i feel you
would you believe me?
no
you wouldn't

if i said to you i
would
?

You regret what you said but it was so simple
So pure
You wait for the fire to die down
Their superiority turns to dust in the fireplace
Ultimately

Footsteps in your dreams and red velvet curtains turn the stage
to bare boards
quiet
Their silence is killing you

the actress said
i lost one line
one line
and now i'm here
with
you

and inferior we are not
you and me
biological ancestors
creator
mother father
equivalent
we are identical companions
in this parallel universe
realise the existence of human rights
and the extreme planetary cleanse

okay so
let's just go back to self indulgence

when you're old things don't work
the step rots
the shower rose clogs
the stew sticks to the pan
it always comes back to the mind ****
a **** would be a whole lot better but
it isn't going to happen
bring on the music
the tequila
the midnight promised kisses
the skin - on - skin
that text that - isn't going to happen?
but it sounds - good
a whole lot of fun
chocolates filled with cherries
long hair
no fear

he said he could play the piano
he can't
i said i could sing
i can't
a beautiful deception

LET'S COOK A HUNDRED SAUSAGES!

There it is.
Look at my face.
Do you want a second helping?
For the most part - it's different.
The satisfaction of the culture group.
Grandiose feelings of the forbearer.
Gigantic forces distinguish our lives regulating a mutual - agreement.
Doesn't it.

Nevertheless.
Morality reigns - doesn't it.
The principles of freedom.
Of speech.
Of action.
Remember - you yourself - meet eye to eye.
Nature itself will be the universal change of everything you see.
Commit to the conscience.
The global consciousness.
Every experience is a meditation for the love of mankind.
All the wrongdoing - is transparent.
Who is your father - your mother?
Yes.
It comes back to life doesn't it.
Love comes without ignorance.
What do you call - light?
An inevitable quiet correctness?
Absolute binding laws, of our actions, will not reign.
Lets be practical.
Dissemble suspicion?
Let's see what happens with intelligent beings.
Apply and illuminate truth and reality.
Which now - it certainly not is.

try
again

it's the rhythm that takes me to the place i want to be
i'll dance in the kitchen when you're not there
i'll dance anyway
life is like a brick right now
one single brick
we'll build an empire
starting with
that one
brick

you are a book
with gold binding
unique

yesterday i told you i loved you
then you didn't speak to me for two ******* years
the sun rose and set and the rope got tighter
drier
it sc sc scratched
your generosity is sublime
but the love lacks immunity
humanity
self explanatory while standing on the chair
the sheets rose to my chin
soft and cool
but the thought of the sauna made me sw sw sweat
my face is in the dirt and it tastes good
earth dirt
and the sssssssssmelllll
i look at the view and see perspective
reflective
surreal comprehensive
lines and shadows
your lips
taste like
bourbon and *******
the dance is surreal
the art clock chimes on the 18th hour
the 18 hour clock
it's perfect
take me back to the underground easy
complexity intellectuality
and the respectability
of the love i told you
yesterday

in the words of the greatest blues men
i'd rather go blind

it would be really nice to be able to share my madness with
someone
the tree is still tonight

i sit in the chair that belonged to the king
i am the queen
the chair belongs to me now
every time i sit in that chair
it groans and
                                        i laugh

.....

it was a narration of a humble detonation
a crack in contented gratification
obscure and concealed in the shade
an observant witness
it represented a courteous compassion
an unpretentious kindness
hidden, camouflaged, cloaked in a shroud of dappled shade
satiated complacency
the birth and death had wings and scales
wild, raw and logical instinct turned to slumber
a stupor of beginnings and endings
diurnal, nocturnal on a crowded street
pure natural installations of respect and dignity honour the alter
the ignorance of youth stands with the wise sage of balance
captivated by the significant symbol of seniority
innocence and age poised in the seduction of voyeurism
safe and protected to witness and contemplate the invulnerable
a lazy satisfied and secluded pleasure appeased
rest and doze as the serpent and the bat embody the epitome of survival and death
strip, shed and peel the obscurity of night and day and embody the creation of bleached pigmented hues

you don't come out the same person you were when you went in
boundaries
they will question you
self control
a curiosity

Ya gotta play the game babe
If ya wanna stay in it

i feel the sound of jazz in the air

I find men intriguing
Men with rhythm and strong but gentle hands
Confidence, determination and courage
Who walk with direction and intention with every step -
Without even knowing it
You are a protection against the man who is lost
Who has no self worth
There is no woman who does not respect a man of honour
These men are a rare commodity who do not violate human dignity
They are an intimidation justified

i'm turning to honest
real
i was numb and not hearing your voice calling
i want to be sticky with sunshine and sand
i want to be an organic woman but i'm living in a world that demands work and discipline and only breathing from monday to friday at lunch times
my cake burned because i wanted it to be perfect
my cake is perfect
because it burned

the woman's world of ginger

Let's slow life down just a little
with a sprinkle

...

all quite odd really

....
i've got something in my eye

It could be life.

"not of an age, but for all time"

i'm just like my father

i hear a sound coming from my throat that i can't write

the wind was knocking at my door, my window, my pain.
i'm tired but all I can think of is birthdays
i hear an echo through the phone
deep in my ears
delusion
a whisper that I can barely hear
passion and heat

.....

It’s like a sink hole
Everything's going along then
Boom
You’re falling
You hit the bottom again and you have to find your way out of that
***** muck
Don’t look at me
I’m filthy
***** muck
I’ll reach up as far as I can until
It hurts