For my (new) young ones III

little heart that’s in my care,

oh little heart I feel you there,

not fully formed yet,

barely dressed,

oh little heart I am impressed

by how intensely you can love and feel,

experiment with clouds and steel,

leap up behind the driving wheel

oh little heart I’ll keep you safe.

beating strong, you run the race,

determination etches along your face

in lines of laughter,

in scratches of pain

oh little heart it’s not in vain,

just come to me and sit beside,

look, here’s the map; I’ll be your guide,

and if you’re afraid, I know just where to hide -

oh little heart I’ll keep you safe.

little heart you’re so so young

oh little heart it’s just begun

I know it’s scary,

I know it’s dark,

but little heart you’re a kindling spark

and all you need is a breath of love

and your soul will be soaring with the stars above.

yes, precious heart, you’re perfect,

yes, little heart, come,

arms wide, mine are too, wider than I ever knew

they could stretch. make friends

and share your life, little heart:

you will always be safe with me.

love caused global warming

Categorically I will lay my life down for the people I love.

She said that with a spirited grunt that slithered down the spines of everyone in the room.

That’s non-committal she said

No it isn’t he said

Yes

No

Maybe then

Okay

That’s how everything is ending up these days. We argue and then we make up and we achieve nothing. Really, we achieve nothing. Nothing. Do you know how painful it is to achieve nothing? There is this vast void – can you see it? – that opens up when we fight. When we kiss and make up it’s still there; you just can’t escape it. It gets all awkward and hot and stuffy and no one can tell whether this is a lover’s tiff or a permanent strike of lightning that will separate us forever. I don’t know if I want us to separate or not. Maybe it would be better if we did, because then Global warming might stop.

Did you know that Global Warming has nothing to do with pollution? Well, not the pollution you’re thinking of. Global Warming is caused by these little lover’s quarrels. To be honest, I didn’t think that a little void between two inseparables was such a bad thing. Do you think it is? Well you should. The void grows and grows and gets bigger and bigger and soon the words 'grow' and 'big' do not suffice and 'suffice' is irrelevant because nothing suffices. Nothing, nothing can penetrate that void except for the etiolating arms of the lovers themselves. So every time a pair of lovers split at the seams and then try and make up, they send threads of bright furious love, or so it’s called, across the great tear, to try and fix it. But the tear is like shredded metal and you can’t fix metal with love. So the threads have to be really really hot and really really strong. The people who don’t last are the ones whose threads are too weak to bridge the void. The people who do are the ones who, well, who do.

But see here; the people who just rip all these gashes into the material of the universe, and leave them dangling, open and raw, are the ones who set the scene for global warming. They leave their silly little attempts at threading their tear back together hanging in the void, sending out little shivers of warmth that rattle the metal fabric and excite it into some sort of temperature increase, but really give it false hope. If you heat the metal repeatedly, again and again, it loses its strength and eventually it starts to shatter. At first there is just one miniscule crack, but soon that crack sends out runners and the runners send out sprinters and the sprinters break records and every dasher comes tumbling down in a feeble collapse of the frame of one little niche of the world.

Even the lovers contribute to Global Warming. No pair of lovers is without a few tears in the fabric of their relationship: it’s in the laws of love and friendship and marriage and all of that emotional verbiage and pleonasm. They make their little tears and 'fix them real quick.' They fix their 'lil ole tears' with scalding dishes of white hot “make up” sauce. Sauce? Sauce. Gravy maybe. Possibly custard. It all depends on the couple. They fix up their little issues by drowning them in love and make up stuff. They fill the bottomless void. They FILL the BOTTOMLESS VOID. That’s not possible. That’s what you think. It isn’t really possible. It can carry on for a millennia, maybe, potentially, a scrap longer - but what happens when all that burning stuff heats up all the  molecules of the void and melts the void and everything around the void?

It will melt the tear and tear the tear and scare the tear into tearing itself into a bigger tear that will make the fabric of the universe tear up. The universe will heat up. The universe will cry. All this rubbish they teach you about Global Warming and Climate Change is verbiage. Global Warming is caused by love, divorce, love, pain, love, hurt, love, everything else. Love is just this little guy in a big world and yet he can melt the world and divide the world and tear the fabric of the world. The world is green, blue, black – love is red. When the two mix, you get BROWN. Sludge brown. 

Will I still lay down my life for the people I love? Or am I already killing them with my love?

Why Hold Onto The Future?

In 100 year’s time all you’ll be is a photo,

You’re only remains a picture on a wall;

And children will look at you

And say you look like Mum

And say they look like you

Like you do right now.

And your children will tell stories

About when they were young

And they’ll talk about the things you told them

You did when you were young.

And you won’t be forgotten

Because they will remember.

But how about when they’re gone?

How about when no one cares?

Will you have to wait for an inquisitive descendant

To research her family tree

To be recalled to the present?

But really, does it matter?

Why hold on?

I want to, humans need to,

But why hold on?

For My Young Ones II

Brave child, smile and don’t look down,

Life may be cruel, but wear your crown:

God is standing by your side,

God is there throughout the ride.

Strong child, look up and see the sky,

Life may be harsh, but it goes by:

God is here, to hold your hand,

God is behind you so you can stand.

Precious child, see Him, and listen too,

Life may be cold, but you’ll pull through:

God is stronger than all your pain,

God will refresh you, like the rain.

Beloved child, you’ll be okay,

Life is tough, but it’s all God’s way.

You are wonderful, just as you are,

God made you like he made the stars!

So stand up tall, be proud of who you are,

Trust God’s plan and you’ll go far.

If I was a dreamer like everyone else

If I was a dreamer like everyone else, would the sun glitter as brightly? or would I be more attracted to the moon?

Do you think I'd say as much as other dreamers tend to do;
or would I keep my mouth shut tight, only smiling to kiss you,
to tell you that I loved you and that the night was black,
or that the stars were headlights and each planet a component of tarmac?

Do dreamers tell their worlds apart,
or is every dream the same,
identical in end and start
and common to the name?
Am I a dreamer like everyone else,
or is my world an apple tree -
one that grows and lives and dies in simple unity?
with what exactly I don't know,
to be sure, neither do you,
but apple trees grow rather well
when you let them do as they will do.
If I was a dreamer like everyone else,
I don't know who I'd be.
But I'm quite content if we exist
with you as you
and me as me.

Love

it's eating away 

at my heart

big and dark and dangerous

it's chewing its way

into my heart

long long slow slow 

crunch

crunch

LOVE