Upon Eve’s submission.
I am none but my grandmama’s listener.
With Lilith’s consent,
I can be her consenting consort.
Time unfold from ages to all rages.
We as men knew and knows we can be,
or cannot be good to the ones we need.
Yet who is really must be blamed for.
If all problems are pointed to an intangible
and subject to mankind’s weakness.
Aren’t we all to blamed,
Aren’t we all to be shamed.
Can’t all of those whose needs to be met,
are not of but wants.
are needy of humanities desire.
Emotions are inconclusive,
are incoherent. . .
judgemental of. . .
presumptuous. . .
and yes the deadliest of assuming behavior.
I need to say,
I need want to know,
I have to be here,
in a way.
I am too.
Me too, “me too”.
. . . toss me a coal,
where my mind will burn it with a single stress,
that none can compare.
. . . but then in physical my body shivers from the cold winter’s air,
yet your words sparked and still burns deep within me that fuels me to the core.
A body in ache,
a fire demon embers deepening in my heart,
If I let go,
of that which hinders me,
then i can survive physically,
I need more coal to kill myself on words I keep looking
to make myself stress more.
And yes that is my true addiction.
Said the owl to the mice,
‘Before I make a meal out of you,
Next time tell everyone dont come near here k.’
About to die the mice yelled.
‘Now u tell me before I . . .’
To my Super-ego
You have been a bane on my back,
telling me that pride is nothing,
go me I’d rather not.
To you, Ego.
You should have at least gave me a sense of decency,
to show some or little humility,
still you back Super-ego up.
I will not,
There’s no one to defend me,
only an obtuse and bewildered lessons
of my own past,
are the evidence of my existence.
An open challenge to the soul.
Ego asked once Super-ego,
“What would you do,
if Id wasn’t there.
Do you think, we exist without these lesser peons and have our place?”
“I have not thought of that. Lets go to Soul and ask her.”
The two went to Soul and asked.
She smiled at the two and waited for a minute or two
“We are units of the user.
If and when the user see the definition of what being
is and not. It is up to us to remind what all we can
allow or not allow the user to think all these.
In a way, yes all beings do come from
a quirk of a speck. In time it becomes spectacular in essence and being.”
The three conspired to be tyrannical, and not give the awareness to be imagined.
Why must my only comfort,
be the one to tell me,
I have to . . .
I need to. . .
It has to be that way. . .
In order of things to get done a human body needs.
When to and not to listen to people,
When to and not be a negatively person.
In the end,
if I can’t do so, what will happen.
Must I assume everything that may
or might not happen.
I have to listen now,
Can I grow up with you, a dad to a daughter.
why?, daughter to dad.
Coz I wanna feel alive.
Coz I wanna be there for ya.
Coz I know if do that, I can be the best for ya.
Coz my heart sings when we live,love and laugh together.
Dada, here comes mama.
Oh. . .,
Let’s go your mom is almost near.
My animus left my Id,
This anima in me spoke none of ego.
All of ranges where my dreams leapt and slept like a cub in my unconscious.
Where a fraud once told me,
what is the name of your grandmother.
Zarathrusta came back,
He wanted nothing but his blue black fountain pen.
He saw the world now,
before he went back,
He harkened and shouted at Twitter to all feeds.
will and always will,
stay the same,
no matter what timeframe.“
Without a sound,
He gave me something to think,
“So we still are the same?”
He vanished just like Obi,
Left me dumbfounded here.
Damn, he took my treasure,
That old silly blue black fountain stylus,
That I paid almost a hundred.