Live {life}

Life not death, my friend
Life evermore
Life with Jesus
Singing songs to my Lord
Worshiping the almighty
whilst basking in his glow
it’s not a style to buy into
it’s real and reality yea
Life not death, my friend
Life evermore

j’ai pris ma balle et je suis allé à la maison

 

I don’t believe that I can judge

When you get in a pile of fudge

I don’t believe it’s my role to play

when it snows black flakes on the first of May

I don’t believe you have the right

to interfere like chestnut blight

I do believe that Jesus came

and met with people in their shame

I do believe He’s our only hope

Bringing joy to everyone to leap and lope

I do believe He will come again

In His Kingdom (oh yes) He will reign

We will sit with Him in His Desmesne

this is the original version that got lost and now found:

I don’t believe it is my job to judge

if you decide to land in fudge

I don’t believe it’s a role to play

when it snows black flakes on the first of May

I don’t believe that you, like me

sit for days under a carob bean tree

I don’t believe you have the right

to interfere like chestnut blight

I do believe that Jesus came

and met with people with massive shame

I do believe he’s our only hope

bringing joy to everyone to leap and lope

I do believe he’s coming again

In His Kingdom He Will Reign

We will live in His Demesne

Hug a bug

I found a dead bee in the car.

Did it sting before it died?

Do I want to sting?

Do I want to be stung?

Do I want to feel that sensation?

Of pain, sharp needle point pain

Of relief, of release, of endowotsits

Yellow black harmony

buzzy bee balance

embracing, caressing

loving, hugging

I love

I love the way oil paint moves on canvas

I love the way flowers turn to the sun

I love the way grass smells after it has been cut – sweet smell of summer

I love to fill pages in my journal

I love to write bad poetry

I love watching the second hand move on the clock

I love to run, I wish my back did too

I love to jump in puddles, feeling the water soak right through

I love shuffling through leaves and sliding in snow

i love to cook spicy mexican food with refried beans and guacamole

I love to clean my toilet seat – not many can say that

I love to iron freshly dried clothes and smell the sweetness of the wind

I love watching the minute hand move on the clock

I love to play aeroplanes with children

I love to see my novel develop

I love to see my snaps on line

I love to laugh and cry at life

I love to eat veggies straight from the tunnel

I love to make jam and pickles and chutneys forever

I love watching the hour hand move on the clock

Because it means I’m alive

Because it means

I choose life

Because it means

death is beaten

Because it means

I am me

paintdrop

daubing paint on a canvas, celebrating joy, tears falling on red red paint.

red salt water

salty red paint

painting is liberating,

airbrushing reality,

joy overcomes pain,

joy overcomes sadness,

joy overcomes.