10 Minutes MorePlease God, May I have ten minutes more?Ten minutes more with mum.Ten minutes to tell her I love herTell her I hate her.Talk of babies, and birthdays and surprises and thingsTalk of times we had, stories, recipes, theories of string.Time to laugh and remember hugs and funGrateful she was there to wipe this baby’s bum.Grateful for food and tea-laced sage adviceGrateful for caring and magic hands making it better in a trice.Please God, May I have ten minutes more?To thank her for the simple and sillyTo thank her for protection, comfort and dignityShe showed me what a person should beShe showed me how to act despite adversityHolding me close cause that’s all could be done.Holding me close when all I wanted, was to run.Helping me understand I must stand and faceHelping me understand defeat with grace.Please God, May I have ten minutes more?I’ll use it very well, not waste it all.I promise I’ll not ask for anymoreI need to say thank you and good
Dear, Dear MiyokoDear,Dear Miyoko...Why hath not you come out?I've been waiting for you to come out!How long have been there in the bathroom?I could hear fart noises in there...I cometh to the door,It was indeed locked..I knocked... she giggles..I thy wait,She cometh out,I looked at her beautyOh! my heart shone like the sun!She smiles gracefully!She walked by,I clean the toilet for herDear, Dear Miyoko
What is Insanity?What is Insanity?People think it is an ill of the mind.They are wrong.Insanity is freedom of the mind.Everyday our mind is at prison.We all know this but we choose to stay in the prison.Because the prison is comfortable.And other than that we are regularly given food.Some of us more than others.Some of us more content than others.But some of us expect more food than we are given.It is important to keep this expectation at a low.Because we may fool ourselves into thinking we are hungry.And if you stay hungry too long, you may start considering escape.Escape is pointless.Outside the prison is just an endless ocean.
Why are we afraid of the darkIf night is where we sleep and restI do not think we should detestThe darkness that is all aroundThat does not even make a soundIf dark is what we read and writeShould it really be a frightHey can't we understandThat it has no upper handWe need dark to live and thriveAnd maybe just to give us driveSo why should we be afraidOf the shadows we have made.If you listen well and goodMagic lies beneath its hoodNature is so much clearer thereBecause dark does not mean to scareIt protects us and keeps us safeNot to make us lose our faithSo listen well into the nightAnd maybe you will hear its lightHope you enjoyed Wolfie
What stops me but myself?What stops me but myselfMy bleeding heart, my critical claimTo the precipice of shameThe whip held firmWithin sight of final stageThe self-flagellation of doubt and rageWhat stops me but myselfLove and cake cosseted in tastyDistractions on my plateThe clutter of an empty lifeErrands of a mother-typeWaste and excess competeGluttony of empty featsWhat stops me but myselfRecalcitrant bravadoStealthy to hide its eyesSteady intellect afraidOf the patient stare of ridiculeTentative and distantReturning to the cold shellWhat stops me but myselfPrevaricating endlesslyOn an icy, musing clockTick then tockTick then tockDistracted by the dancing handsAs life drips slowly awaySteam against the burning sandNothing done another daySatan’s playground in unsubtle grayWhat stops me but myselfI wish the key would find meNot alone not freeAnother deadline passes meRelief presses down lovinglyMyself emancipatedNot stopped but waited!
I Am a HemitI am a hermit, and that’s how I’ll stay,You can try to make me come out all day,But whatever you do and whatever you say,My opinion will never sway,I’ll just stay inside and wither away,Until my beard is long and grey,Because I am a hermit, and a hermit I’ll stay.
Hugging ShadowsHugging shadowsGentle bosom nestled closeSightless painless momentsAlone the shadow doth not shareAlone the shadow doth not speakOffers the momentBefore light sears fleshBefore light brings memoryBefore light brings knowledgeHugging shadows
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Good Little GirlA good little girl did what mummy saidAll chores done and and off to bedWorked very hard and did well in schoolObeyed without question every rule.Mummy promised a good man to marryA little vanilla and a little familyYears drip by life of dispairNo one sees – no one cares.Babies leave and times toll doneNo memory of the feelings goneLittle wifey and little hubby silentGrew apart – lives resolute.Good didnt get what good shouldGood didnt break but good wouldGood did none good no crimeGood dies alone ran out of time.