Bliss
is a cuddle
and a kiss
close your eyes
hot breath
touch the hair
not a care
the world wouldn’t dare
to stop turning,
couldn't stop turning,
dribble and spit
you know
this is it.
Bliss
is a cuddle
and a kiss
close your eyes
hot breath
touch the hair
not a care
the world wouldn’t dare
to stop turning,
couldn't stop turning,
dribble and spit
you know
this is it.
Time doesn’t really heal,
it just allows you to get used to the idea.
It does get better, though,
even if there is that place
that is speechless that they have gone,
that never quite goes away.
But then, you wouldn’t want it
to go completely, anyway.
I am
Apricot jam,
That’s me.
On my face,
On my knees,
Watching the bees,
A feeling of glee.
Jar in my hand
Sticky fingers,
Isn’t it grand.
Wiped on my ears,
Smeared on my cheeks,
Sugary tears
Of joy.
Loved it since
I was a little boy.
Don’t waste time
These are the best years of our lives
I say sublime
One day we’ll look back
And wish we could have stopped time
To where did all of that slide away
Wish we could have another day.
Don’t waste time
We’ll see these were the best years
Of our lives,
One day,
We’ll say
We want more.
I wanted to contact Jesus
they say life is better with him in it.
I tried to find him in bible study,
but it was like a secret I hadn’t been let in on.
I couldn’t find him in the catholic church,
all their priests were defending themselves in court.
He wasn’t to be found in America
God does not help those who help themselves.
I looked amongst the homeless in Rome,
but the Vatican had closed its doors.
I looked amongst the Christians at home,
but they were too busy trying to stop people marrying,
or crying about abortion, with no answers to offer.
except the word of their sweet lord.
I tried to find him when I was old,
but I was tied to a chair and sat in my own urine instead,
and then I was dead.