Tuesday 17 September 2013

Micro Cosm, Macro Cosm, Cosmic Love Song for the Cosmos. By M. MacDonald

Guest Artist, Friend and Poet, M. MacDonald has written this moving piece, it is so good I want to honour her and post it on our blog.





Original Artwork by M. MacDonald @ Creative Heart Art and The Moonskin Journals

I want you to be free, as free as they do not want you to be.
I want hot coffee with cream and sugar,
green grass, and a blue sky while wearing my bare feet.

I want them to tell the truth.
I want the jingo to leave the jingo ism, be put in prison, in a hot walled room.
I want the babies to stop dying, injected by lies, poisoned by chemical laden air, bombed to oblivion.

I want to press my finger, deep, into his eye and make him confess, on the world stage, that he is a murderer.
I want to do that to all of them.
I want to do that to her.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want you to get who I am.
I want men to grow the fuck up.
I want women to grow the fuck up.
I want people with children to kiss them now.

I want you to know who I am.
I want you to know who you are.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want FB Memes to be inspiring.
I want the use of the word awesome as an all encompassing adjective to be banned.
I want you to laugh.
I want you to fucking roar.
I want you to know abandonment.
I want you to align your love with truth and loyalty.
I want you to find out what that means.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth..

I want to breathe clean pure air and feel safe.
I want deep blue sky and mountains of mightiness.
I want to be home.
I want language to be treasured.
I want to catch your salted tears.
I want my heart to be more tender.
I want her to say sorry and mean it.
I want to not have that shadow.
I want a mind of constant wonder.
I want the day I saw a dragonfly for the first time feeling back, to remind me.
Constantly.
I want people who befriend me to mean it.
I want to know courage.

I want chocolate to be worse than sex.
I want to write a poem, a micro cosm, macro cosm, a cosmic love song for the cosmos.
I want you to know the dancer in the dance.
I want you to know its me.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want him not to be dead forever.
I want goodbyes to be a joyful wave.
I want to be held in loving arms .
I want you to save me.
I want to save you.
I want me to save her.
I want to love all.
I want you to acquiesce and admit you were wrong.
I want to be humble.
I want to be strong.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth..

I want my mother to die peacefully in sleep.
I want her to say goodbye to me.
I want her body to sail in glory.
I want you to think of death as a door way.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want you to listen.
I want you to hear me with all of your body.
I want you to hear me with all of your soul.
I want to create a thing of stop in time beauty.
I want you to understand,
I want you to comprehend.
I want you to walk in my skin.
I want to walk in yours .
I want you to see through my eyes
I want to see through the beauty of yours.

I want a dreamland walking.
I want to make a difference.
I want insipid posturing to be outlawed.
I want arrogance to be notifiable.
I want to see women as they are.
I want to see men as they are.

I want the gift of your anger to treasure it in my hands.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want the sea to be wild and free.
I want the fire to be wildly free.
I want the water to be roaring free.
I want the earth to be free.
I want the wind to be free.
I want all beings free.
I want it all to be untethered for eternity.

I want my soul to travel in time.
I want passion to be compulsory.
I want to fight for your child.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth.

I want you to grow a brain as big as you think your cock is.
I want it to have a mind to match it, and heart flooded with empathy.
I want you to stop pouting at the camera
I want ugly to be beautiful.
I want to be visible,
I want to be invisible.
I want you to see me.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth..

I want a best friend before I die.
I want the fake stopped.
I want integrity to be as vital as blood .
I want you to look me in the eye
I want all the big fish put in a very big sea.
I want the little fish to thank me.

I want you to say sorry to me.
I want you to stop fucking patronizing me.
I want the lies to stop.
I want the hypocrisy to stop.
I want peace.
I want you to fucking respect me.
I want intensity to be a virtue.
I want to be clever and kind.
I want to remember your name as well as I remember that kiss.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving for this earth..

I want people to see the creator creative, within the creation.
I want spirals to be compulsory.
I want bees to be saved.
I want pink hearts- instead of taking the time to make a considerate comment- to be contemptible.
I want you to be able to map my humor without directions.

I want you to think deep thoughts.
I want you to be loved.
I want you to go mad then come back again and tell me about it.
I want you to know I'll understand.

I want to walk between two worlds.
I want the raven to love me all in black.
I want to speak dolphin.
I want the cruelty to end.

I want them all to be held accountable and stopped, for ever.
I want to stop grieving this earth.


Copyright: M .MacDonald 4th September 2013

4 comments:

  1. I especially like these lines...
    I want you to say sorry to me.
    I want you to stop fucking patronizing me.
    I want the lies to stop.
    I want the hypocrisy to stop.
    I want peace.
    I want you to fucking respect me.
    I want intensity to be a virtue.
    I want to be clever and kind.
    I want to remember your name as well as I remember that kiss.

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  2. Way to go, Ms. M. I, too, would love to speak dolphin!

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