Ode to my English boys

I’ll leave you to it. Your pussy.

Scared of living.

You’ll need a new teddy.

For your empty side of the bed.

Rotten ethics. Pathetic.

Ignore what you feel.

Take a blue pill.

Settle for ish.

I’ll leave you to it. Your pussy.

Not yet

 

If I was ready, it’d be easy. If there’s friction, adapting, pushing and exhaustive consideration, so much desire for everything, at once, it’s because I’m not ready. If it feels like I’m living someone else’s life, doll playing, fitting in, whichever way of life or whichever choices I make, it’s because I’m still in construction, searching, finding out. I already know, in my brain and in my heart, what really matters, and I can envisage the right life for me. I’m just not ready to live it yet.

Let there be dark

 I was light in your life.

 But you like the permissiveness of the dark.

Cada vida é um sopro da consciência universal. Um começar de novo, uma esperança, semente de amor. Cada criança é o resgate da memória do que somos. E se as permitimos, nos lembramos, com elas, daquilo a que viemos. 

26.11.19

Nairobi

You speak money

But that's not your nature

They stripped you off but

your roots are strong

you will still be there when all it's gone.

They made you dry and blunt

but that's not your nature

You're lush and diverse

 Colourful, fertile

Your smile shows me

You'll find a way

You'll play the game 

     you're not.

You are nature

And you still be there when all is gone.

11.11.19