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”.
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 . . .’
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.
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.
The Id was walking with Self,
It took its hand and gave a reassuring loving pressure.
Then Ego saw everything and it became jealous in an instant.
While super ego remained silent yet felt lonesome and wanted to comfort ego.
Attitude came along and crept around ego and told it that envy and jealousy can murder your heart,
It was telling ego let it go for it wont do him any good besides superego needs to be comforted by you.
. . .
Samson was bald to begin,
yet a lock of hair
gave enough for
me to realize,
Why shave when my 5 pm can be 6 am.
Or does my chinny chin chin,
goatee make me look like Bacchus..
Or are we men that never loved anyone
but our ego.
but our smarts.
That we all have suppressed
that factor where we buckle,
under a love of narcissism
that will always be echoed
in my longing.
The fact remains of any being,
and thereof anything in dormant,
and or unstable of instability of
what is and not,
could b3 in fact,
lif3 is not what it would,could or should
be never the same,
if the constant consistency of change is or maybe compromised,
by one entity.
then u know u r alive and well,
no matter what,
u will exist on
a mere fact.
Coz u thunk’d,
before even moving a muscle.