Being Loved

Being loved is to growth to appear in the sun.
Being loved is to beast in the sun to have fun.
Being loved is the way of the feeling all right.
And so love also can be the darkness of night.

Being loved is to growth to get life from the rain.
Being loved is to beast by the rain to end pain.
Being loved is the way of the feeling all right.
Being loved is not power to put up a fight.

Beeing Too Big

There is fish in the ocean and fowl in the air.
But both fish and fowl know what it means to be fair.
They know perfectly well that each other to eat
is a terrible way of each other to treat.

If the fish was with comfort and treatment to face,
and the fowl was with freedom and merciful space,
satisfied, they would not eat each other but be
treating others the way of the little, you see.

I Am Crazy

I am crazy, I cannot adjust
to the crowd, even if one says I must.
I am crazy, and it is quite clear
to the crowd that is very much dear.

In the multitude, where I am none,
it is clear that the crazy is gone.
And I take in that being no part:
Recognition I want by my art.

In The Name of Christ

In the name of The Lord
it is funny to be.
You do get some respect
by the being, you see.
You achieve to be seen,
since your being is known.
You achieve to be shown,
since it is not your own.

You achieve to be some,
since you do have a clue.
You achieve to be new
since you always will do.
Most important, though, is
that you are salt and light.
You achieve to be feeling
you are quite all right.

Learning From Drawing

When one draws, to the model one wants to be kind,
to be fair and pay justice what one has in mind.
So one has to be pure to be able to draw.
By that Satan wakes up, as a matter of law.

Satan hates it when he sees the wonderful eye.
He himself, by his eye, will let everything die.
Seeing love being shown makes him crazy and bad.
That is evident ill. And that is rather sad.

The Light of The Shadow

If the light of the shadow was something at all
it would be an ability something to call.
It would not be eternal, since so being made
is a thing to be fond of by reaching a grade.

So the light of the shadow is futile to find
as the power of entity to have in mind.
It would never find place if it was not for light
by which light of the shadow is not what is right.

The Women in The Past

Two sweet women I saw in my special past.
The impressions they gave me forever will last.
In the Spirit I am like a fruit giving tree.
And the root and the stem is for future to free.

But I must say that it is most fun to be green,
and by fruit be a tree in a way to be seen.
Both the women I saw will just smile to the fact.
And agree one is better empowered to act.