I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe
in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days
their tea cups are only for them
interspersed with silence and solitude
the streets are buildings without them
who are the signposts talking too?
I could have been one of them
I was one of them
and still am if hills facing the sun are cloud covered
and I don’t look out of the window to notice
then, in those un-costumed days, I am
but, and it has taken rotations of earth
backpacking through antonyms, through tropics
I have conquered tinnitus, now a comfort blanket
aiding sleep as a heart monitor line crossing a screen
I have conquered deep wells, now jews harps
jaw harps if you prefer, gewgaws, yes I have conquered
the cave of crawling space days
goblins are only a light switch and their rising finger away
but my rising finger plucks at overtones and distances
between neurons, between stars, between mees
its sound soothing, rubbing balm on a restive chest
the vibrations are fizzing and feeding me
I take my white noise and float away
sound, my therapy
They pity us.
Mmmm… I pity them.
Think we need their condescending views because they are so in love with themselves?
They pity us because we don’t own the stock. We chose not to carry on the bloodline and somehow it’s all ‘what we’ve not got’!!
They pity us because we’re still in love.
Still together after all these years and happy to spend our free time together as one.
Let them pity us, let them talk their muck.
If they can’t see how much we’re together in love let them scoff at us.
I pity them, for their attention needs. Their trapped, little traditional souls and their me, me, mees!
If they can’t see that this is what we chose why should I care about them?
They live their lives through their kids, they don’t live for themselves.
They never moved off the straight line to get lost in the curves. They can’t stand on their own feet and face up to all the their hurts.
They pity us, I pity them.
Let them live their lives always measuring up to someone else.
Never finding the inner peace to be happy within oneself. Their little labelled needs, their little labelled selves.
It is a beautiful day
The birds are singing free
A ghost I am of lives
A form of so many mees
It is a beautiful day
You look so beautiful now
I'll wait a little longer
I am the certainty for when, why, where and how!
It is a beautiful day
The shadow of me you see
So many beautiful days
Did so many mees see!
It is a beautiful day
Yes, come stand in the shadows of mees
It is such a beautiful day
Now that you are part of mees!
When I take a break
It's bonafide break
To mend fabric of my soul
You have torn
Shredding joy I've brought
From my sanctuary to you
When I take a break
Tread softly
Don't wake the dead tempered long ago
I am many mees, I'll have you know
When I take a break
Moon, sun, stars shines, and on me beams
Fuel, filling me with pizzazz
Ask my muse
When I take a break
We bask in silence
To hear The Source of everything
Telling me what makes sense
When I take a break
I see everything in quiet tones
Good challenges comes challenging
What's at stake?
In my skin I'm snug, at home.
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