Wednesday

Apotheosis




Forged by a love of chutney
In the fire of all inclusive fetes
We doh care bout nobody
Once we belly full and we throat wet.

Side by side we stand
Until we spot a bumsee
Society like an all-inclusive band
Is only cutters and wine for we

Here every beat and pace
Doh find an equal place
So let Mr Fete
Wet we nation

Here every beat and pace
Does make we move we waist
So let Mr Fete
Rule we nation.

Things she said...


1.            What three things do I do that you like me to do? 
WRITE. TAKE CARE OF VESPER ( dog). THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL PROTECTED.

2.             What two things do I do that you don’t like me to do? 
GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE INTO ONE OF YOUR STORIES TOO MUCH PDA (according to where we are)

3.      What three things do you like best about me? 
YOU SAY SORRY WHEN YOU MESS UP.  YOU DON’T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED. YOU MAKE ME FEEL SEXY. 

4.        What two things don’t you like about me? 
SPEAKING LOUDLY IN PUBLIC. DARKNESS.

5.        Am I correct to think it bothers you when I…?  
YES
 
         6.        What do I do sexually that you like me to do? 
YOU TAKE YOUR TIME.

 7.        What do I not do sexually that you would like me to do? 
SIMULATE RAPE (rough me up)

8.        Do you feel taken for granted? 
A LITTLE BUT IT’S BECOMING LESS 
Why? 
WE’RE NOW LEARNING EACH OTHER

9.        How is money affecting and influencing our relationship? 
HAVEN’T GOT TO THAT STAGE BUT IT MAY CAUSE SOME DARK AREAS WHEN I’M NOT WORKING AND WORRIED ABOUT MY BLISS. WITH GOD’S BLESSINGS IT WONT!!!

10.       Do you want to fulfill the time limit of our agreement? Why or why not? DON’T KNOW WHAT THE TIME LINE IS.

Annus Mirabilis



If 2012 finished now
I’d already be a winner
Having found a blue note
On the way home from dinner

So something forthcoming
I promised in the last
I’m warming up slowly
There’s no time for the past

This is the year
that the writer is born
I’m pressing the pedal
An is with a speed that I gone

Annus Horribilis



It just never got started,
2011 that is.
Waiting, making busy work, surviving
Moving, struggling
Hoping, hoping
Nothing forthcoming

Empty house, broken dreams
The reality of life that is
Mine…bonding son, dead to her daughter
Hoping, hoping
Nothing forthcoming

Now sitting pretty and looking down
A new perspective that is
So hoping, hoping
Something forthcoming

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