If I were God
I would give the gift of Everlasting Life to Everyone
Without Condition.
Knowing full well that I exist
I would not need a single other soul
To believe in Me.

I’d never say you may have eternal life
Provided you Believe.
For I would feel Unconditional Love
For every living thing.

Yes, I’d cherish every living thing:
Be a Lifist if you will.
Yet I suspect that God:
He, She or It
Thinks just the same as Me.

It’s our interpretation of The Lord
That is at fault.
He…She… has a Plan
And waits
Like a mother hen
To wrap us All
In Her…
Bright outstretched wings.

Paul Butters

When you lay before me dead
In such pallid rest,
On those passive lips of thine
Not one kiss I pressed!
Did you wonder-looking down
From some higher sphere-
Knowing how we two had loved
Many and many a year?
Did you think me strange and cold
When I didn’t touch
Even with reverent finger-tips
What I had loved so much?
Ah! when last you kissed me,dear,
Know you what you said?
“Take this last kiss my beloved,
Soon shall I be dead!”
“Keep it for a solemn sigh
Through our love’s long night,
Till you give it back again
On some morning bright.”
So I gave you no caress,
But remembering this,
Warm up on my lips
I keep your last living kiss!

የከንፈር ማህተም

ከዚህ ዓለም ተለይተህ
ፀጥ ረጭ ብለህ
ከፊቴ ተዘርግተህ ሳለህ፣
አልሞከርኩም ምንም፣
የማይላወሱ ከንፈሮቸህን ልስም!
ላይ በአፀደነፍስ ሆነህ
ያሳለፍናቸውን የፍቅር ዓመታት አስበሀ
ይሆን ታዝበህ፣
ወስደህ ይሆን ግምት
ሥታገኝኝ ያለወትሮዬ ጭምት፣
በጣቶቼ ጫፍ ንኳ
የወደድኩትን ማልነካ፣
ግና በመጨረሻ ስትስመኝ
ታስታውስ ይሆን ምን እንዳልከኝ፣
“ውሰጅ ይህን የከንፈር ማሰታወሻ
ተቃርቧል የኔ መጨረሻ!
በፍቅራችን የጨለማ ሠአት
ምልክት ይሁንሽ ምናልባት፣
መልሰሽ አስክትሰጪኝ
አንድ ብሩህ ጠዋት ስታገኚኝ!”
ያልዳበስኩህ ለዚያነው፣
ግን እንዳልከው
ወደኋላ ተመልሼ
መልክቱን አስታውሼ
ያን የመሰነባበቻ የከንፈር ማህተም
ልክ ከንፈሬ ላይ አንዳሳረፍከው
ከነግለቱ ይዤው ነው የምዘልቀው!
(ጁሊያ ካሎሪን) //

A body with a body
Makes a hot combination

Flesh rubbing against each other
Makes a lasting sensation

How can you do this to me?
How can you make me feel like this?
Those questions are distracting me
Aside from your lips,
tongue,
and even hips.

Now you're telling me,
With eyes closed and mouth opened
You're wet,
Like a kid in the rain
And a mermaid in the sea

Yes darling,
You're a dazzling beauty right now
With that messy hair of yours,
How can someone fight the temptation
that is you?

Two passionate souls
Becoming one
Stars are the witnesses
Of our everlasting love.

If I could stoke every single flame in the
     fiery blaze that is your heart
          To ashes are the
               kindling that I so willingly volunteer

If I could be the strength
     round the girth of your trunk
          Formidable am I made to last
               year after year

If I could exist in the
     tales of your breaths
          Perpetual am I etched in the
               eternity of your forever

To break the rules of reality,
I cheat all those all around me
Regardless of how sagacious I may be,
Only fools are mesmerized of those who behold me
I prance and dance on the open sea
Like a basilisk, but I remain afloat
With blessing’s curse, I cannot be washed ashore
Witnessed the many who drifted off beneath
As they recycle down below the abyss
Once more a rebirth of you, the only one I truly miss
I recognize you
Morph to something anew
You don’t remember me, but I remain the same
I float on the pinnacle of the sea
And yet, I’m envious of you
Eons and eons of my demise
Patience, a virtue
In tune to my existence
As I continue to observe the world,
Keeping watch of your perpetual transmogrify

Lend me your hand,
drape your fingers over me and relax.
Trace the outline of my body,
barely coming into contact with my supple skin.
Use my skin as your ballroom floor,
as your fingers dance to a beautiful ballad.
Have me lingering onto the last touch,
and yearning for the next.
Glide over every inch of me,
bring forth goosebumps to my surface.
For if your fingertips were pens - and I, paper,
my entire body would be inked with your love.
Let not a single space on my skin go untouched,
don’t let any part of me fade and disappear.  
Cover me in your penmanship,
and make my existence permanent.

Melody in the flow
drenched in this shining blue
weather beaten, still appearing new
ever engrossed in a deep
humming meditation, to achieve
its goal, to meet its beloved,
the vast ocean.
the way it goes, serene and hypnotic
steadfast,
stimulating,
stoic
molding itself as per the terrain
finding the way ahead,
whatever be the hindrance.

Love is such a great driving force
and it has no boundaries
demonstrated to us, from the deep ocean core
to the vibrant scattering at the estuaries.

You sound
rigorous but gentle
to me, my love

—Bach, probably

in a sweeter
musical incarnation

—Stay

I will be your devoted listener
through the centuries
and beyond