My World in as Many Words

I was once given a career’s questionaire in high school,

and the top suggestion it gave to me was midwife.

The weirdest part of it all, is that I’ve suddenly come to realise that I would love to.

Sing Softly to me,
Let me hear your voice crack,
Speak through clenched teeth,
slur,
now whisper,
now Scream.
Let your body shake,
let your lungs break,
let your chest burst open for all to see.
The Blood and Guts,
The Pain and Love,
All those bottled up feelings.
All the moments lost.
Break Down,

Crumble,

Now Stand Tall.

Love can be likened to being
kept in silk bonds,

the soft touch,
sexy and sensual,

the pain,
playful and passionate.

When close,
the Cloth brings comfort,

Apart,
It constrains.

I feel its Grip,

It tightens,
And I begin to wonder
wether it will be
Body or Bond
That Breaks

The boy sits clothed on an old wooden chair, typewriter before him, window casting light both on the table, and on the bed beside him. a bed on the floor, half made, with the fine form of a woman, clothed in nothing but boy-cut underwear and a camisole. He’s writing words, he’s not sure he’ll ever give to her. A thank you letter, a love letter
It’s a photo in black and white, a touch over-exposed and a little washed out

You thanked me for being so honest with you,
But it’s me that ought to thank,
I’d never been so honest to myself.
it takes someone special to help you look into your own life,
and I’ve never felt so at home,
as when I do in your arms.

I told you my worries
I spilled out my discontents,
Opened my heart til I became overwhelmed,
My eyes were dry, from years of training
Your eyes went green,
And you cried for the both of us.

We shared an intimacy that caught us both off guard,
and in the early hours of the morning
we quietly held each other,
Your salty kisses were cool
Your skin was warm,
Your bed was safe.
Your room was home.

Fucking OSAP stress.

Angry right now
I know what I’m angry about.
I don’t know why I’m angry.
Really, it’s nore of a frustration
Wanna talk about it, but I haven’t got the words.
Let’s just be quietly angry together
Let it melt.
Find some reason
Break the silence
Be Optimistic.

.of Earth.

Obama spoke in Berlin today.
His words spoke strongly of tearing down the walls that separate.
No longer the walls of concrete and continental devide, but Human.
Divides rooted in our ethnicity, religion and class, the very politics of intolerance.
He speaks in words of acceptance, embracing all listeners, offering his hand for support
It would seem he stirred something there, with monumental crowds flocking to the occasion
A sign of things to come.

I strongly believe we are a generation that is laying the foundations for a Unified Human Race. These are the days where we will begin to define what it means to be of Earth. Regionality and Nationality will become a sense of pride not entitlement. We can begin to work together towards a common goal. Respecting every being’s views, as their own, and Valuing our Diversity. Tolerance will overcome Fundamentalism, breaking with conventional thought and process, where we judge worth by acceptance, and freely speak and readily listen. People will seek to define themselves as Individuals, as the sum of their parts, collages of experience, learned and earned. Borrowing and Lending Ideas, New and Old, thereby creating a wonderfully Colourful fabric that is us together. I am fiercely proud, and optimistic to be part of this generation. To be able to have my say, listen to those nearby as well as those afar, physically and conceptually. We are all Human, and it’s time to start acting as such.

I have effectively catered my first event. It was a small to do, but I feel good, and my wallet not so empty. I’d do a lot different in retrospect, but all in all I got the job done, and did it to a high standard.

On the morning of every victory though, comes a small defeat. we’ve all got to look back at things and think of how we’d do them differently. we suddenly have time on our hands to think about our lives. Where are we going, who are we travelling life’s road with, What have we done along the way.

I want to be a lover, I want to be a partner, I want to be a father.
I am a cad, I am a call-up boy, I am irresponsible.
I want change, but hang onto the past.
I want the new, and obsess about the old.
I move a million directions all at once, and I’m stretched thin
It’s time for me to make clear distinctions
It’s time for me to commit.
It’s time.

Up now, I’ve got to find the energy to get up and do the things I’ve said I would
Breakfast was hours ago, and the sun’s light beccons me to work.
Getting my hands dirty. It feels good.
I feel good again.