Do you see things other people don’t?

If you see things t other people don’t,
Like eyes afloat and fish flying quite bare
Better keep it to yourself, I say
For being odd can lead us to despair

If you see blood dripping down the walls
And Jesus getting off his Cross in church
Get your eyes glued to the book of prayer
Even if your guts begin to lurch.

If God burns bold in bushes near your State
Direct him with your Sat Nav to the Gate.
Never call him Father, Mother, Mate
Just tell him you are busy and you’re late

If us women wish no more to mate
Nor bear children, nor elucidate;
Is there something evil in control
That boils our ova and cremates our souls?

And if the men are unemployed and feeling low
Wish not to marry nor to share their woe
Well, once we had the coal mines deep and dark
And if they saw a golden light they sparked

I won’t tell you of my secrets as it’s night.
But keep a candle and the wit to bite

We draw with human hands

The vital line is drawn human  hands

When all the force of art is gathered in

The heart , the arm the fingers with the brush

Create a mark and then we can begin.

The other self will help us if we ask

We fear to lose control, we hesitate.

With our courage ink and paint will flow

Through our being truth and love relate.

Creating symbols new is very hard

We risk our vision, fear that we will fail

With wary hands, we tremble to begin

The still small voice, the the centre of the gale

Ecstatic moments, flood our souls with grace

In that littlle crack we find god’s face

The junction with no name

O’Meara you’re a clucking front Cram your lies, the bloggers hunt

Top your horse the egg is wide

Your juggling mug annoys the bride.

How I hate your dirty smut.

Tell the devil he’s a duck

As for men I hate their wicks

The candle earns, a floor can’t stick.

Henry Mary what’s your game?

I wink you’re Astrid, when did you lose aim