Janice

Janice, it was told
Your lovesick boyfriend – became so bold
He could not live without you
He would love you forever

Janice, were you frightened?
Did you wish that he would go?
A little bit of detective work
Will tell you all you need to know

Perhaps he was a homeless man
Perhaps he was an orphan
Perhaps he lived in council care
Or worked as a shoreman

Never seeing any woman
Never feeling love before
Perhaps it came down all at once
And made him hit the floor

Janice did he fight you
Did your father make him leave?
Janice did you hear from him
And did your heart feel grief

I don’t know if you married
Elder cousin of mine
Maybe you lived a lonely life
Without a track on time

Dreaming of his bruises
Dreaming of his cries
The man who truly loved you
Until the end of time

Salesman

Your father was a salesman
He’s leaving home for ages
You’ll think of him a stranger
That sends home his wages

Now he’s on the road again
Looking for a village
But every door he knocks on
Already has been pillaged

Meanwhile you play hopscotch
Across the pavement days
You also admire the wristwatch
Of any man who stays

Your mother chases vagrants
She never gives them money
She calls them by your father’s name
But you like them cause they’re funny

The years pass by so empty
In your lonely chamber
You pray for his homecoming
But his love is like some danger

Your mother marries someone else
She sends you to your room
And sitting at your window
Like the darkened moon

Like a room – in a box of concrete
Like a ship – at the bottom of the sea
You go in search of the salesman
Who left you-to-be free
Who left you-to-be free

The Tardigrade

Samuel 1;13

Eli took her for a drunk

This experience of ancient lady Hannah has often come to mind. It is an early record of religious police almost, with Eli the priest critical of Hannah as she was praying to God for a son.

12 And it happened, as she continued praying before the Lord, that Eli watched her mouth. 13 Now Hannah spoke in her heart; only her lips moved, but her voice was not heard. Therefore Eli thought she was drunk. 14 So Eli said to her, “How long will you be drunk? Put your wine away from you!”

15 But Hannah answered and said, “No, my lord, I am a woman of sorrowful spirit. I have drunk neither wine nor intoxicating drink, but have poured out my soul before the Lord. 16 Do not consider your maidservant a wicked[e] woman, for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief I have spoken until now.”

When in my place of worship, it was often said that when you pray to try to visualise what God is like. Visualise Him as a King on a throne or some other mental picture. But I realise this may not be the best thing to do. Prayer is made in spirit and in truth, that is, in your heart like Hannah and in your thoughts. This fits with the idea of what faith is, that we cannot see God because he is a spirit but we can communicate with Him, only it needs faith that, as a spirit, he is listening to our spirit, our thoughts and feelings, which we know we have but that cannot be seen by anyone else, except a spirit in the realm of the spirit world where God is.

Well I find this works easily for me, father than praying to a visualisation in my mind of what God looks like. Because he doesn’t really look like anything we can visualise.

Then I began to understand something else about God. The humble tardigrade. A microscopic animal taht can survive in extreme conditions. It is kind of cute in a microscopic way with its little caterpillar like legs and podgy body. Puzzling though. How can it even exist? As a part of God’s creation like in human artists who leave their own personality stamped in their work, God’s personality is also stamped into this work of His. It says that he can make something to exist anywhere and everywhere in any condition and environment. And animals in general can reveal his personality in how they live or in what they do.

The cat she feels so alone

The cat she feels so alone
It’s chilling right down to the bone
How she takes it out on me
My heart, my liver, my sea

The cat she feels so alone
It’s chilling right down to the bone
She can stop time with her eyes
and leave toothmark cuts in lies

The cat she feels so alone
It’s chilling, it chills to the bone
To see her enter the moon
And return like a big baboon

The cat she feels so alone
the chills are scratching my bone
how an animal wants to be in charge
listening to the beating of my heart

And now whatever I do next

The sand clouds of demons come to suffocate me
To join up my synapsis with chains
They’re closing in – around me
Turning my sane into pain

And now whatever I do next
Please know I could never have loved you less

They walk right under my feet
Heavy like a shadow that can sink
Marie Antoinette looks through her binoculars
And points with her lace fan folded at her regulars

Here comes the longest night again
When the London eye stops turning
The rats will come out of their dens
Henry the eight poses out in the street

And now whatever I do next
Please know I couldn’t have loved you less

As the darkness stretches like a sail across the sky
They drive up in their little blue toy
The white rabbit, he plays the judge
He bounces his yoyo up and down

As if I wasn’t really there
As if I wasn’t really there

They say that the sewers are all blocked up with hate
From people all trying to masturbate
They say that the justice system is all screwed up
That no one cares not even the government

And now whatever I do next
Please understand I couldn’t have loved you less

A man who’d been dead three days

A man who’d been dead for three days started talking in his sleep
He was talking to the woman who did his autopsy:

She said that – when we opened you up
We found tables and chairs, it’s a wonder you lived so long

We found a talking cat and books about the sun
And an unborn baby that belonged to someone else

You said “help me, I’m looking for Jesus”
And you said – I don’t like it here it’s too cold

As we turned out the light to go, I swear we could hear singing
She told her new boyfriend to set fire to my eyes

Two white doves emerged out of the flames holding scrolls in their claws
And turning off the light one last time you left me floating on the lake

I came up through the earthy roots

I came up through the earthy roots
To be just one blue flash of lightning
The sky doesn’t even notice me
The cattle are briefly frightened

There’s been no time for reaching out
A spark like me is quick and gone
The floods came over where I died
Where the mountains meet the sun

Would you rob us of eternity?
In your shiny Cadillac
Is the graveyard your fraternity?
Is there really no looking back?

There are girls who bare their souls

There are girls who bare their souls
Like actresses
There are girls who bear their souls
Like saints
There are girls who bare their souls
Like mattresses
There are girls who bear their souls
Like paint

Who am i? Which one are you?
Sorry I must fly
I heard there’s something new
Over there

There are girls who bare their souls
To Jesus
There are girls who bear their souls
Like plastic lips
There are girls who bare their souls
Like the seasons
There are girls who bear their souls
Like sailing ships

There are girls who bare their souls
Like writers
There are girls who bear their souls
Like clues
There are girls who bear their souls
Like handbags
What I need to know is
Which one re you

Oh, baby can you talk

Oh, baby can you talk
Spirit to spirit
Across the rooftops of the forest

Oh, babe can you talk
Spirit to spirit
Without your bowels hurting

Hey babe can you zoom
Spirit to spirit
Like the Holy Ghost

The graveyard is empty
Even the birds have gone
It’s winter now already
The squirrels have insomnia

The film moves faster across the screen
The politician forgets his argument
There are broken high heel shoes all over the pavements
Hey babe, let’s talk

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