tira mi su

tira mi su
so i can’t hardly hide
a few days to fall in love
a few days to tira mi su

i will make you tira mi su
so that i can’t hardly hide my eyes
i will show you how i’m not you
and never could be
even if it was hard, i couldn’t do it
if it was hardly a trace, you’d still know it
but we’re different people and i’ll show it
to you, ’til you, tira mi su

tira mi su
so i can’t hardly hide
a few days to fall in love
a few days to tira mi su

i will make you tira mi su
so i don’t have to hide
i’ll cross roads back and forth
keep to opposite sides
till you’re south and you’re north
with what’s truth and what’s lie
cos you’re holding me down, been holding me to
the illusion of falsehood being truth
but i know the truth, it’s in me and in you
and it won’t surface for less than tira mi su

so tira mi su
so i can’t hardly hide
a few days to fall in love
a few days to tira mi su

▶ cielo vero

this is a thing i did once. spring two thousand and nine time. the video is the music for see-through/not love/ants.

it’s kind of nice to hear these things again and not be totally ashamed.

about three months ago, i moved into a rented house after squatting for three years. on one of those first nights, i cried completely, pouring my heart out through the night into the arms of a beautiful friend, who held me in quiet silence until i could meet her there. i had put a playlist together with ∆sides∆ on the end. the song before finished with twenty minutes of silence, and i had forgotten it wasn’t the last, until i heard myself from three years ago, singing to me to not be worried and not be afraid. my friend didn’t know the song was me, it was a really personal intimate moment.

me three years ago didn’t know that one day i would heal deeply to my own voice. it was really powerful and free of arrogance and so for this reason i have decided never to be down on something that i create, and destroy it, because then i might never experience it’s true meaning or beauty. it took me three years to hear that song. the lyrics are –

i no longer wish to learn from you
you are not that source of love

you rocked
back and forth
i rocked
side, side, side
and every thing was filled with light

peace i leave with you
not as the world giveth
give i unto you
let not your heart be worried,
neither let it be afraid.

▶ Economy

i hate the jobcentre
i hate my advisor
he stopped all my money,
it’s how he’s gonna fix the economy.

you looked down my dress
you objectified me
then you stopped all of my money
is that how you’re gonna fix the economy

i have three pounds
that’s not gonna go round
very many places
is that how you’re gonna solve everyones problems

i’m sick of yr incessant shit
you made me really angry i aint gonna lie
your a really stupid guy
jobcentre fuck off and die

saline

carry me away
oh you roaring sea
and don’t you let nobody bother me

carry me away
oh you roaring sea
i only want the little fishes to cry for me

my body will fill with saline
as i sink to the ocean floor
or perhaps you’ll take me
to rock up ‘gainst the shore

make sure that you rock me
right until the end
i won’t know, i won’t be there,
but i trust you, sister, friend

carry me away
oh you roaring sea
and don’t you let nobody bother me

carry me away
oh you roaring sea
i only want to feel the breath of your wave
yawning over me

we have become so intense with each other, we have shared so much intensity, that sex can be relaxed. we have not had sex yet, we have made love countless moments, we have opened and cried and ruthlessly accepted no less from each other, and NOW our sex can be relaxed, it can be playful, it can be joyous, it can be so light hearted, and I have never felt this way before.

I have never been this way before, so keen to freely share and give my body to its’ purposes, to yours, to your purposes, to give and share and freely see what they shall choose to bring to each other. Because I trust you. I have shared that with you now, and I will continue to do so, but this feels like it can be a way that we can really relax around, all around each other.

When you left out of the caravan, I stayed in the exact same moment, the exact same spot, and felt my heart pulse warm electricity around and around itself, circulating, to its own magnetic sensation. I have not felt that sensation, ever or at all. This is all feeling so new to me. I watched the light waltz in and out of the fans reflective surface, and I thought that this must be the ebbing glow and flow from my heart as the outside world surely could not be moving that close in time with me. Maybe I have just started moving with it.

I did not have my glasses on and I felt like I could really see every molecule of light oozing through the space in front of me, as though I was watching an oil painting take form. I cried so slightly, as though the swell was just ever so slightly pouring out from my soul; but I could contain this, I could hold it, I can be with it and singly appreciate such subtly present moments of beauty.

We have been looking for a way to relax with each other, to save our talking, to relax, but we have not been able to do it because we have still be so searching, searching within each other for yet another corner to pour ourselves into, to shed light into every part and piece of us. I could not believe that we had possibly found something so beautiful, that enables us to relax from these moments of intensity and yet so utterly share each other still.

I feel like a child, who knows more about the soul and sharing than I ever did as this adult version of myself. This growing and acclimatising to the world has only grown me further away from the honesty of myself. You help bring me back to this place and to share it with you. We are so amazing. We have talked about everything and I want to talk about so much more with you. We forget to drink water, we can’t even bear to think of it. Because it would take us away from this intense joy we bring about in each other.

The funny thing is, there’s so much of me that still does not want this. And while turning my attention and deep listening to it, it makes me laugh gently as I see it, while I know that at the same time I am still going to let you reach that deep part of myself, so that I can carry me away on this awesome journey, with you.

dancing

this is a to express my thoughts, true needs, experience, wishes, and rage. and to document my learning. and to share it. without thinking. to write about my life, a space in the world where i can try and see myself from somewhere else. poetry. songs. to connect with others. i hate the internet community. this is my last attempt.

i need to get out of here. i need to be a nomad. that is my hearts calling. a couple of years ago i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. i ran away before the shrink could ”hand me down my formal diagnosis”. and medicines. i’m very interested in herbal medicine. i want to grow plants and food. i want to be able to turn towards the world with something other than despair in my heart. today. too many things that i want to do at once. i want to undertake a woodland coppicing apprenticeship, which is three years long. i want to live at ecodharma in spain. i want to destroy civilisation. i want to be completely honest about what i want.

▶ Hard

HEY! dont think so much of yrself!

its not HARD… t o b e a b e t t e r p e r s o n t h a n m e

its part of it

but it doesnt have to be – you could have a cool existence and not feel anything.

you broke me – i crushed you – all in the name of nothing:

but cant get out cant see any where any way out of this place even though i’m on the highway . . .

take me anywhere

i want to be

anywhere

but here

STUCK IN ME