my god, my woman

when they’re angry with me
both turn away,
and do not answer my pleadings

when they’re pleased,
they wink, demurely tossing my hair,
making cloud armadas in tight formation applaud,
the overlaying overlap of all existence

the apple’s knowledgeable
in every everything everyday
teaching
to never say
God is a He

nope

God is the Mother of Me

Be happy in life
Because hatred takes away
All of your beauty

What are your intentions
Do we make it clear
I see those who ment to support or love sneer
I see those who have no reason to give goodwill smile
We are a funny mixture of disappointment and worthwhile