I want to be more narcissistic
I’ve fallen in love with myself
I know it can’t last
Because of my past
But I believe love is good for the health.
I love first of all my warm body
But God made that out of a rib
I can’t take the credit
Nor even the debit.
I was born and put into a crib.
I love my own mind very deeply
Not just the conscious part though
I love my dreams
The images,the means
Even when I feel life’s hard blows
When I was two years old I decided to follow my dad to church.I couldn’t see him but I went up the street and crossed the road.At the church door the men recognised me and lifted me up then passed me down the row of men in which my dad sat.The 11 am Mass was mainly for men while the women went early as they had to cook the dinner.I can see all those men now..I knew who they were.So different from our present life.
I got a bill from British gas.It said I owed them £76.Then it added that because of this my monthly direct debit was being reduced by 40%.
Me,neither.
If you hear voices as did Joan of Arc
Don’t let on,just be polite and smile
Those who speak with God find it’s no lark
I used to sit with my dad in the park
He liked to talk and I was soon beguiled
Do you hear voices as did Joan of Arc?
Inside my heart, his conversations sparked
When he died,my life went into file
Those who speak with God find it’s no lark
I put my games and dolls in cupboards dark
Silently, I filled my heart with ice
Do you hear voices as did Joan of Arc?
I was mute until God’s angel spoke
He told me I would know much love despite
Those who speak with God have built an Ark
I never would be rich in money bright
But love would come and go like a spring tide
Do you hear those voices, Joan of Arc
Those who hear from God don’t want to talk
As I locked the house the night before
I had no inkling destruction was so near
Society works if we abide by law
For every large community at core
Accepts these laws. so that it can endure
Still, I locked the house the night before
There always will be criminals with lore
A fraction too illiterate and too poor
I told myself ,society works less more
But when we watched men bombing exit doors
They see themselves as someone’s soldiers
I did turn the key the night before
We are in a undeclared ” great war”
For some men, this must have a vast allure
I told myself ,society works by law
If too many can’t accept or law endure
The whole is lost and we shall all be poor
As I locked the door the night before
I thought, society is by agreed laws
The natural world shows beauty in its way
The birds will feed their young and sing at dusk
As without guile, in their sweet world they trust
We hear the fledglings sing in poignant play
News of bombings brings birds no dismay
Though they like us,will reach, become mere dust
Makes us look within. not out for touch
Anguished, we ignore the coloured day
The natural world goes cruelly on its way
The birds still love their young yet angrily we lust
How my heart sings 