My hands are in love.
They see each other every day.
Waiting to come together when I pray.
That’s always a guaranteed morning and night when I’m on my knees praying at the dawn of day-light.
The sun streams through the window, pours like liquid on my skin
my heart fills up with happiness as the day is about to begin.
My hands touch together just like a woman and a man
they intertwine their bodiless stems as best as they can.
They hold on tight, trying not to let go, the love affair they share, the love they show.
When you consider how much they touch each other, the contact is rare; they see each other constantly just to know they’re there.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But not to see each other for a day would be a miserable feat
Without each other they would not be compete!
The right handed man is strong, has plenty of grip, my left handed lady is the balance and rhythm without her nothing can be given.
I see this joy in my hands as they splash in the sink, foam up the lather, the water just right, it tickles, they laugh!
It is so fun to wash it’s like taking a bath.
Cleanse together in water before and after I work, I lather the soap and feel the joy through my skin, like a bath tub time remembered when I was a kid.
The bubbles would rise I would make a beard on my face, my father shouts up the stairs as there’s water all over the place.
These times we have chiselled and remember them well
Those memories we have when all life was well.
They say the simple things in life are all that we need.
We don’t need any alcohol or substances, especially the weed.
So let’s take life’s comforts at the level their left
with the other stuff we take, we can guarantee it’s death!
So look and ponder life once more, be strong and love yourself a little bit more.
Just think of the hands that live at your arms without them your life wouldn’t be easy, life is sacred it’s all in your palms.
So when you get a chance pull out the cream and let them massage together and see what I mean.
As they rub together just like old friends, as one when, never wanting to be apart again.
So when someone asks if I’ve ever felt love, I’ll put my hands to my face and remember their fun, the feeling together that I’ve felt with my eyes, the passion and joy when I award them their prize.
The light has now gone, it’s the end of the day, my hands are together, entwined for their ritual it’s just Gods way.
We will send up our wants and show him our love to the father our lord, our saviour above.
I do hope he hears, the message I sent, I told him this morning before the work that I went.
It can’t be easy with a role like his, so put your hands together let’s pray as one please!
If we do it together then he’s bound to hear, he’s getting old and it can’t be that clear!
So let’s sing, let’s shout, wake him up from his sleep? He’ll hear our messages, love that I know, I sent and he keeps.
He stretches out his arms, rubs his eyes and looks onto the world! He scratches his head as he looks down at the our HELL, The mess we’ve created it hasn’t gone well!
He really blames the apple that Adam once took; He did write it down, he remembers, it was in some sort of book? So let’s hope maybe for another chance, I feel that opportunity no longer exists, all now gone, it’s in the past, new doors opening, the old one closed fast! Only the chosen will walk to his kingdom, a path of promise, a promise of freedom We have waited so long, the old world is going,
Its Going
Its GOING
It’s GONE!
T00 LATE!!!
Yes I know it, that bit at the end, it didn’t rhyme, but I know in my heart everything will be fine!