When You Do Clownery?

The words of Saint Monique could never be untrue- “When you do clownery, the clown comes back to bite.”

I have made these words my motto and guide for life. When you do Foolish Things, you very quickly bear their first name.

The imagery is just as amusing and it is terrifying. Imagine wearing a clown’s costume for a few hours, with the freedom to do whatever you want- whatever. Then you take it off, and sooner than later, the lifeless costume becomes full of life, gets up, hops towards you, and bites you in the ass (or worse still, some other sensitive area). Oooh! It makes me shiver.

I suppose the lesson for the hour is to think thrice before doing anything. It is restricting, but I would take temporary restriction over long-lasting embarrassment/damage. The latter is a bit more unhealthy for the ego than the former. ‘Wisdom is profitable to direct.’

Black Cat Cross My Path

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In all honesty, I am just as terrified of domesticated animals as I love them. I particularly find cats fascinating. So, when I turned around and saw a cat right behind me (I would have reacted similarly even if it were a lizard), my exact reaction was ‘cute,’ but more importantly, ‘no, ma’am.’

I was on a break from work, and I was to be off for two days or so. I had gotten out of the house to pick something from my mum’s car, and when I turned around, there was a black cat staring at me a few inches away from the front door. To downplay things a bit, I did not not run. 

Few hours later, what could have been a major fire incident in my home had only been slightly avoided, not without significant effects, and I was visibly shaken. Just thinking about what happened in my home that day still sends chills down my spine.

Now, I mustn’t forget to mention that none of my neighbours own cats, and I haven’t seen any cats in the neighbourhood since then (except yesterday when a ginger cat crossed my path when I was driving- ridiculous, I know), so I have added that day to the list of days that are particularly significant to me.

I was listening to Nina Simone’s ‘Mississippi Goddamn’ again, and when I heard ‘black cat cross my path, I think everyday is gonna be my last,’ I decided to do some research. In summary, the beliefs that people have regarding cats in general, especially black cats, differ.

An explanation that particularly sat with me was that black cats, contrary to common belief, are not bringers of bad luck. They are often used by spirit to warn a person about some kind of danger ahead. 

“All animal spirit guides can appear to warn us of danger, but that does not make the animal themselves ‘bad omens’. It’s the whole ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ thing, ya’ know?” – WIMSA [What is My Spirit Animal]?

So, yeah, I am not crazy. Black kitty really did warn me to be careful so I won’t start a fire. It’s interesting, isn’t it?

I Saw a Man

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‘Sandra’ by Shairi Turner

You are but a boy;
you made me a girlish woman.
Woman had the hots for boy?
I was naive- I’m only human.

You’ve run off to play your games;
yet, I know I will be just fine.
I feel foolish for feeling something;
I could have sworn you were all mine.

Oh boy, yes, you wore the perfect mask.
Now I need deep cleansing and a ‘no-costume’ ban.
‘Cause on the day that I first saw your face,
I was so damn sure- what I saw was a man.

{in numb, slightly girlish voice}
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
If I knew you were a boy,
I’d have stuck to my first plan.

{with crying and regret}
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
If I knew you were a boy,
I’d have said goodbye and ran.

{with screaming and anger}
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!

{fades}

This is not a poem per se; it’s a song. I just need some help with recording it. I already know what it sounds like; I can almost hear it.
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Around 7.30 pm this evening, I found myself scribbling so fast, and the above is what I got after a few changes. I wrote so quickly, hence, the almost-illegible writing. If I ever get to record and/or perform this piece, I want the chorus to carry the emotions. I want it to be as powerful as the chorus in Patto’s 1970s piece, ‘The Man’
Listen to it. The chorus begins at around 4 minutes into the video:

Limericks are the Shit

There was a young lady named Sally
who enjoyed the occasional dally.
She sat on the lap
of a well-endowed chap,
and cried “Sir! You’re right up my alley!”
– Townsend, The Crown (TV series)

There was an old Countess of Bray,
and you might think it odd when I say,
that despite her high station,
rank and education,
she always spelt “cunt” with a K!
– King George, The Crown (TV series)

Hahaha. Good God!

It took me a good minute to figure out that the old Countess of Bray was not bad at spelling at all. King George’s limerick is very brilliant (and offensive, of course)!

The statement is not literal, and the first clue is in the ‘high station, rank and education’. In other words, the Countess of Bray can spell alright, but she spells ‘cunt’. She has the characteristic of a cunt, and a major one too, since it’s with a ‘K’. There’s a bit of an emphasis on the first syllable of ‘Cunt.’ Oof!  

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The English are quite sly too. I (may or may not) like that. 

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The Most Beautiful Bird

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The most beautiful bird
in the whole, wide world-
for beauty is in the heart of the beholder,
the bravest of them all,
powerhouse behind the scenes,
the one with the largest role
and the greatest burden,
whose praises are too many,
too heavy for my lips,
is the vulture.

They put the unwanted in their bodies,
decaying, dying carcasses,
the excruciatingly repulsive,
with odours so bad they sting-
pinching the nose, mouth and throat;
they take the defenceless unburied,
and make them theirs forever,
desiring them,
keeping them,

crowning the untouchables in themselves.

They prevent the spread of diseases,
cleaners and healers,
eating the painful past away
as we welcome the future,
the keepers of the flame

when the fire is long gone,
proving again and again
that no one and no thing is a waste,
even in their lowest states.

Vultures give the purest love
but they never receive the same,
seldom appreciated,
as they constantly save the living
and quietly serve the dead.

Oh, to be half as graceful and strong as the vulture!
Oh, to be as willing!
Oh, to be as brave!
Oh, to be as good!

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Vulture Spirit

“What seems hideous has its own beauty, and the recycling and repurposing the vulture does is as important as any other activity in nature that supports the cycle of life. Vulture Spirit’s message is that nothing is to be wasted, for Nature sees value in everything that exists. What seems rotten and ugly has the potential to be transmuted into something beneficial, and you are reminded that any suffering you have experienced has not gone to waste. Wisdom and understanding that arose from the experience are talismans that will serve you on your journey wherever you go. What is decaying is only changing form and will fertilize seeds you wish to plant, turning that which has passed away into the substance that will support new growth. All that you might wish to deny or discard has value and can be repurposed and reintegrated into the new you that you are becoming and the new life that you are dreaming into being. No pain was in vain and no experience was wasted, for you have the power to use it to co-create something far better. This is the miracle in your partnership with Spirit.”
– Colette Baron-Reid

Murderers Should Eat Fish

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Those who commit murder
and throw dead bodies
into the Third Mainland Bridge
should eat a lot of fish.

As soon as the body reaches
the depths of the water,
a delicious, fat feast,
doesn’t it become the food of fishes?

One fish will eat till she is full,
and go about her day.
The fish-killer will set a trap to murder her
in the early hours of the next day,
and she will be taken away.
Her children will become orphans,
very vulnerable to prey.

The man-killer will come along to buy her
from the fish-killer who,
whether he knows it or otherwise,
is also a fisher of men,
a fisher of late men, women, and children.

The man-killer’s wife will set the fish before him,
after it has been deliciously cooked,
along with some lobsters and crabs,
and of course,
since he contributed to the fish’s growth,
will he not taste so bloody good?

We Can Only Stan 😁

Michael

We are but lowly humans before the king,
and our king has left us not one choice but the stan,
and for this,
we do-
we stan

The American Jesus

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‘Michael, the American Jesus’ by David LaChapelle

Jesus is one of the ascended masters and deities that I still adore, that I still commune with. The Jesus (or ‘Yeshua’, the actual earthly name that he had) who loved children and was kind to everyone, who was so popular (people had to climb trees to catch a glimpse of him, and struggle through crowds to touch him), breaking as many stupid rules as he could during his earthly incarnation, focusing on love, forgiveness, kindness, and healing, despite the injustice that he suffered and the false news that was spread about him in religious & non-religious places. Yahweh, whose very essence is ‘spirit’, not ‘Christian’, not even ‘Jew’, not bound by any man-made ideologies or the accounts of who he was that was documented in the Bible many centuries ago.

The very essence of the spirit of Jesus is very peaceful, loving, kind, and true. People are focusing on the earthly incarnation of Jesus, mostly uninterested in who the spirit is. They are turning to the books of Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke to look up what Jesus the Man said (as far as we know, yeah), not caring so much about what Jesus meant, and most-importantly, what Jesus is saying now, which is quite redundant, if you ask me, especially since you acknowledge daily that spirits exist even after an earthly incarnation, that Jesus is alive somewhere.  

If Jesus was to return as a human today, you will absolutely not find him in a church, or a cathedral, or anywhere near the pope. There are more chances of finding him in Jasmine Masters or Bobrisky’s living room, or the orphanage, or with the people of the Amazon, than any of those places. To the Pharisees, he was a major weirdo, and it’s not hard to see why. He wasn’t a member of the religious elite, in a sense, but he was, and that was uncomfortable.

People have made an ideology, a political system, and a cult out of what they think God/Spirit and Jesus are, and it is scary, to say the least. The wickedness that has been carried out in those names, the discrimination, the hatred, the scamming, and everything else, is nauseating.

A majority of people do not understand what they are doing in Jesus’ name; they just go with the flow. It has become a game of ‘those who will make it to Heaven’ versus ‘those who will make it to hell’ much more than anything else, and that’s quite stupid because all our souls came from Heaven. We’ve walked the streets of gold, we’ve seen other realms, and we can all chill. Religion has an uncanny ability to make people very proud of and confident in their ignorance, and it’s an ugly sight to behold.

This is a really good painting. There are distinct similarities between the last earthly incarnations of Michael and that of Jesus, both being sons of ‘Joseph’ but not really, much more, betrayed by the very people that they trusted and loved (for money and acceptance).

Still Feeling Good

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Birds flying high
and pooping on me,
sun in the sky
and burning my skin,
breeze winding on by
and coming at me,
it’s the same day,
there is no dusk,
it’s the same life for me,
but I’m feeling good.

You Like That, Don’t You?!

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Sex might be cool or whatever but it may not always give you an orgasm, as I have come to learn, since it is common knowledge that I don’t see myself having sex anytime soon. However, there is something else that will guarantee you an orgasm that I have come to know and love, and of course, use for my own pleasure, what do you think?

In the description, after my video is uploaded on YouTube, I politely ask my audience not to leave comments that are rude, passively aggressive, harmful to young people, especially children, (and common sense- I hate it when a comment gives me a headache because it doesn’t make any sense), etc. For some reason, some people decide to still do it- leave trash comments, so I automatically assume that they are into kinky shit. Fortunately for us both, the commentator and I, that kind of kinky shit is my shit.

My servant spends 20 minutes typing trash that I will not fully read, especially when the first three words don’t sit right with me, and I delete it in less than 10 seconds, helping them feel stupid. I become a dominatrix of some sort- I get my orgasm and excitement, they get shamed and spanked since they decided to be a naughty boy/girl, and perhaps, my servant will get their orgasm from that too, I don’t care. We are both properly pleasured. It’s a win-win. 👅💦👅

In a nutshell, I’m not sparing any rude comments on my YouTube. God bless you.