It’s My Pleasure

By Tommy Toxic

It’s my pleasure,
It’s yours as well.
Rhythms, sounds,
Eternal time,
Tick, tick, ticking down.
Centuries pass,
Day’s disconnected.
I love and whisper gently,
You do not listen,
You drill and bomb,
Pound and crush,
Filled with fear,
You rush, rush, rush,
Run, run, run,
To your square little shelters,
And lock the doors.
Separate from your self,
Let alone the others.
Cover me with concrete,
And feel my flesh no more,
And harden your resolve.
We are not separate,
Nor ever have we been.
Though you gloat in triumph,
There is nothing here to win.
Have you listened to the butterfly,
Moving through the wind?

SWOOSH

SWOOSH

SWOOSH

Did you hear the mountain, growing?
Did you see the swimming polar bear?
Searching for the land,
That once was… there.

Another day is dawning,
Try to look around.
I am not a concept.
Life is more profound.
I am your lover,
And need you to relate.
Lay next to me,
In greenery.
Feel my breathing,
In the wind.
Pray for my sweet moisture,
As I feed you once again.
Pleasure this organ here (pats head)
Open up our consciousness,
So both can start to mend.
This would be my pleasure,
Again and again and again.
With thoughtfulness and caring,
No time left to pretend.
Nothing here is separate.
All is still connected,
This must be protected.
Always we be lovers,
Always be we friends.
On this our mere existence,
Totally depends.
Now,
It must begin,
And begin again.
This time keep it going,
And never, ever,
Let it end.