Two Ditties
I Favour ‘Farewell’ Protest
I hate good-byes. Place your hand
There is nothing good across your face,
in them. with palm smothering
They are too permanent. your nose and mouth, and
Ominous par excellence. fingers bars across your eyes.
I said good-bye
to a friend once, You can almost hear
never saw him twice. your pulse protest:
“Can I live like this
No, there is nothing good forever?”
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
2010 initiative N H S decide programme we see
On halving stillbiths; and injury, quite sensible it
Appears to me ' yet now 2023 has come to be
Its being shelved, what could we see? There must
Be a reason (just what might that be?) Some type
Of connection umbilically, of 2010 and 2023 ?
I wonder if to put it simply; there is so much better
Just come to be.? That theres a humbleness to avoid
The publicity? that such results and records would
Engender if seen specially experts (who would be keen)
To build on any progress, that whould improve the scene
Of natal care, what woult that mean? There must be a
Trail of better results? Over more than a decade so
Whats the shout.? I can't see why its been sidlined? as if
Its inception and work was almost, a heineous crime.!
He smothers my life
With his dominate control
I utter the words
I can't breathe
As my insides sigh with discuss
And lots of frustration
As he smothers me even more
Until my heart begins to murmur
And my body gasp for air
Trying to relieve itself
From the turmoil of his
Powerful grip and constant control
Over my life as he sucks the
Breathe from my body until
I finally break free
I could hear a voice whisper
RUN!
APRIL 30, 2021
visually exciting & ya
been set adrift...ya been
“waiting for angels?”
ya been done in, ya been
fooled, ya been took, ya been
t-r-i-c-k-e-d---
now’s the time to
smarten up, yes,
now’s the time to do it,
cause’ nobody’s gonna do it for
ya,
cause’ nobody’s keepin’ track of
you except you &
if ya believe that one
we can tell you another
(bugs neath’ the carpet, cameras in the
skies, Zuckerberg in your pocket &
clergy tryin’ ta’ zip up your fly)
when it’s all based on rhythm,
when the kids know the truth,
might have to suck up that pride &
start listening instead of
proclaiming, start living instead of
praying, start kissing instead of
hiding, start dancing instead of
dying.
The Smothering Kind
My love for you is as pure as the snow on the vine
I never meant for it to be the smothering kind
Your way to close to love from a distant
but should my love have consequences
Love is not love if measured by its bounderies
That is only what the heart can see
My heart is your heart in me it abides
I never meant for it to be the smothering kind
I didn't mean for my arms to be like cages
I wanted them to be strong like the river rages
I didn't want it to be a love that binds
I never meant for it to be the smothering kind
My intensions were not to cling
I wanted to be the wind beneath your wings
I know with love there is a fine line
I never meant for it to be the smothering kind
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