Hello hello, this is Mars speaking
the signal all scrambled again today
I really cant go a day without hearing your sweet voice
(but you really shouldnt take everything I say literally)
And I will fight for you you know that
(but I dont think you really wanted to know my flight details)
And I admire your emotionality, you dont need to change a thing!
(but enough is enough, hanging up the phone is just unreasonable)
And you are inside me and my words without you are empty
(but lets move on from the recent emails)
And you have awakened me and you have changed me
(but truth be told I myself have no clue yet what to do next)
And my mission is to protect my children
(shit, this is getting scary! this is the only place I can hide!)
Hello hello, Venus here
solar storms here today, can you hear me clearly?
I love you so much, please show me you love me too?
( ushd73509rogu86%uinidf )
I fly accross the world for you and tell the whole world about you
( dnjo\ ihje dpbpo9w884buy(I*_(*&^we qwiou78* )
I want to find a way to be with you but it might take some personal sacrifice?
( kw038089w2htbfvg8dzxcvBASBKJDFH*^ )
Could you come and stay with me for a month?
( JSDFHYBKJCHBIDUFBGKJSNOUGFYRF!!!!!!!! )
I love you and your children with all that I've got
( ksgklkblblblblbblablalblablavblalbla )
I want to live a real life with you
( hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm )
I adore you
( ?????????kjksmflowdlj????? )
Hang on, whats that Mars??? You didnt get that???
Oh sod this.
Honestly. This is hopeless.
Returning to Earth.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Our Stories
Stories are absolutely necessary
and they need to be believable
and I need to believe in mine
like you need to believe in yours
because we need to make sense to ourselves
and get through mostly intact
and funny how one thing they share
is that You couldnt be more wrong.
Yes, no matter which side one looks from
You are so wrong
it is unbelievable You can still live with yourself.
Spinning further and further out into respective orbits
never to brush past again.
Hold on to your story because
WHO would we be without them after all.
and they need to be believable
and I need to believe in mine
like you need to believe in yours
because we need to make sense to ourselves
and get through mostly intact
and funny how one thing they share
is that You couldnt be more wrong.
Yes, no matter which side one looks from
You are so wrong
it is unbelievable You can still live with yourself.
Spinning further and further out into respective orbits
never to brush past again.
Hold on to your story because
WHO would we be without them after all.
Good Bye
done lusting
done loving
done adoring
done admiring
done hoping
done missing
done dreaming
done crying
done waiting
done watching
done searching
done dying
all of that
and more I have done
I am done here.
done loving
done adoring
done admiring
done hoping
done missing
done dreaming
done crying
done waiting
done watching
done searching
done dying
all of that
and more I have done
I am done here.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Meet Me
Baby, lets go to that village
lets make that village
with tomatoe vines, potatoe fields
and free happy chickens
Baby, there is so much work to do
at this village
birthing babies, digging wells,
felting, writing, digging
with dirt up to the elbows
building that house
and when that lake is ready
think about all that swimming!
Baby, think about all those ladies
with nothing to do
and then with a meaning
and that funny boy with no place
he can live with us
and his friends...
May be a ski slope
may be a place of calm and beauty
and an indulgence for the senses
may be a writers retreat
or a place to grow new people
different people, free, courageous people
with mud, a fiddle and a daisy in our hair
Baby, meet me soon,
we have so much work to do!
lets make that village
with tomatoe vines, potatoe fields
and free happy chickens
Baby, there is so much work to do
at this village
birthing babies, digging wells,
felting, writing, digging
with dirt up to the elbows
building that house
and when that lake is ready
think about all that swimming!
Baby, think about all those ladies
with nothing to do
and then with a meaning
and that funny boy with no place
he can live with us
and his friends...
May be a ski slope
may be a place of calm and beauty
and an indulgence for the senses
may be a writers retreat
or a place to grow new people
different people, free, courageous people
with mud, a fiddle and a daisy in our hair
Baby, meet me soon,
we have so much work to do!
Just a Hunch
Hugging, meeting with a kiss, inspiration, soothing stroke over shoulders,
favourite book, holding hands, eyes open, two sugars in the coffee,
children's favourite meal, new ideas, christmas cards, doctors appointments, laughing, warm summer nights, singing to a guitar, impatience restrained, starting a fire, a midday phone call, walking to the playground, building a tent, sewing machine, apple peals, wiping off tears, tickles, horoscopes, difficult phone calls, bicycle rides, seeing a play, renewing insurance, anger responsible, toothbrush and toothpaste, a good morning, train rides, heals on cobblestones, hands on the skin, swimming lessons, late night talking, real piano, friends in the pubs, sailing on weekends, getting the butter, herb garden, school plays,teenage years, the new album, job searching, changing the sheets, forgiveness, car driving and parking, beach and the sunscreen, hospitals, morning breath, changing the lightbulb, the school run, poetry in the bath, sobs and embraces, foreign travel, shoulder rides, new shoes, shameless flirting, comedy on the couch, veggie lasagna, noticing beauty, funerals, fairy lights, in-laws, full moon, sleeping bags, orgasms, soft bits and sweating, naked swimming, composting, sharing ice cream, clean socks, paintings, tiredness, new inner tubes, answering machine, passionate kissing, washing the dishes, a lid for the pot, a butterfly puzzle, trusting, touching intimately, feeding the fish, tango, a folk dance, surprises, compromises, honesty, buttered toast, briefs and boxer shorts, open heart... Thats a good start.
favourite book, holding hands, eyes open, two sugars in the coffee,
children's favourite meal, new ideas, christmas cards, doctors appointments, laughing, warm summer nights, singing to a guitar, impatience restrained, starting a fire, a midday phone call, walking to the playground, building a tent, sewing machine, apple peals, wiping off tears, tickles, horoscopes, difficult phone calls, bicycle rides, seeing a play, renewing insurance, anger responsible, toothbrush and toothpaste, a good morning, train rides, heals on cobblestones, hands on the skin, swimming lessons, late night talking, real piano, friends in the pubs, sailing on weekends, getting the butter, herb garden, school plays,teenage years, the new album, job searching, changing the sheets, forgiveness, car driving and parking, beach and the sunscreen, hospitals, morning breath, changing the lightbulb, the school run, poetry in the bath, sobs and embraces, foreign travel, shoulder rides, new shoes, shameless flirting, comedy on the couch, veggie lasagna, noticing beauty, funerals, fairy lights, in-laws, full moon, sleeping bags, orgasms, soft bits and sweating, naked swimming, composting, sharing ice cream, clean socks, paintings, tiredness, new inner tubes, answering machine, passionate kissing, washing the dishes, a lid for the pot, a butterfly puzzle, trusting, touching intimately, feeding the fish, tango, a folk dance, surprises, compromises, honesty, buttered toast, briefs and boxer shorts, open heart... Thats a good start.
To the Viking Woman
She is stunning
with pride
with passion
with courage
She is singing
eyes closed
voice fierce
or tender
She knows
the right and wrong
the weak and strong
and where she belongs
She hugs her sisters
heart to heart
and soul to soul
and a bit of a Mother in it
She is stunning
she is singing
and she belongs.
Fiercely
in love.
with pride
with passion
with courage
She is singing
eyes closed
voice fierce
or tender
She knows
the right and wrong
the weak and strong
and where she belongs
She hugs her sisters
heart to heart
and soul to soul
and a bit of a Mother in it
She is stunning
she is singing
and she belongs.
Fiercely
in love.
A Grotesque Fantasy on Attachment
Imagine a barnacle
permanently attached to the rock
getting to know the rock
in rain or shine
and the 24 hourly variations
and the monthly and annual rhytms
relying on the rock to be in the right place
to ensure access to sea nourishment
relying on the rock to
never move
never leave
never crumble
never disappear
Nothing can ever go wrong for a barnacle.
Or the falling leaf.
Or any other thing without
an ambition
an emotion
a mind
a thought
For the rest of us
they say the freedom is in letting go
if freedom is what you are after
permanently attached to the rock
getting to know the rock
in rain or shine
and the 24 hourly variations
and the monthly and annual rhytms
relying on the rock to be in the right place
to ensure access to sea nourishment
relying on the rock to
never move
never leave
never crumble
never disappear
Nothing can ever go wrong for a barnacle.
Or the falling leaf.
Or any other thing without
an ambition
an emotion
a mind
a thought
For the rest of us
they say the freedom is in letting go
if freedom is what you are after
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