As always, I waited patiently...I knew he'd be over soon...And this time I had all the questions and I wanted him to answer...
I set the table with all the good favourites. Tea, cupcakes (Mr Death showed a liking for cupcakes) Then waited patiently. He was late!! Did he know what my plan was?? I started to worry that something bad had happened to Mr. Death, and as quickly as I had had the thought, was a quickly as I had started laughing at the thought...(Had something bad happened to Mr. Death, C'mon self!!). Knock, knock...I stood with a start and moved to greet my friend....I gave him a rushed but loving hongi, poured his tea, and straight into the topic for the day...
"Mr. Death...What up with sex, cuz???"
Mr Death didn't appreciate it when I called him cuz, mainly because it usually expressed my annoyance or followed with an annoying request. This time I had managed to incorporate both aspect of annoyance at once!!
"Can you extend on your question please?" Mr Death replying with his droll tone.
"Well, whats the purpose?? I mean, if it's only meant for procreation?? Then why give humans sex drive?? If it's meant to be an express of love?? Then why call it sex?? If it's meant to be the paramount of physical connection?? Then why have so many contradictory rules of engagement??"
Of course at that point I had gone off on a tangent, and had forgotten I had had a guest in the first place...I turned around with a surprised look on my face when I heard Mr Death clear his throat, I apologised, and asked him to forgive my rudeness.
Mr Death graciously accepted and (for the first time) systematically addressed each question.
"The reason for so many rules is because you people are selfish! And rather than allowing the connection to happen. You people would rather know what that physical connection has to offer first, before you connect. Therefore, you people are the reason there are, as you put it, "So many contradictory rules of engagement"
At this point I started to feel sick.
"The reason it is called sex is because you people could not handle the responsibility of love, but did not want to sacrifice the pleasure it afforded, so, being the arrogant creatures you people are, you people changed the name to something that can be contained...If you notice this relates directly to the previous question."
At this point I knew us people were getting hammered by Mr Death.
"That being said, you will not be surprised when I say, you people were not given sex drive. You people gave yourselves sex drive. The gods gave you love with the intention that off-spring would be a result of that love. Sex does not come from the gods, love does!!
I felt a change in Mr Death, that scared me, At this point I knew Mr Death was on his own tangent.
"You people have been given the gift of love, and life, yet you people manipulate both to protect your insecurities. You people speak lies, and say you do so, because you do not want to hurt others! When in fact you people speak lies, because you people do not want others to take their love from you! Love is everywhere, yet you people can not see it until it is pointed out to you, and in return, you people spend great amounts of time, trying to discredit what you've been shown. You people can be shown, taught, told and guided to what love means, and what purpose love has, but the arrogance and ignorance of your kind is all you people believe in. What do you have to say to this my child?"
At this point I knew I was getting hammered by Mr Death, and I need to re-establish myself.
"You need to get laid Cuz!!"
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Lyrics.
Take your time to see the view,
when the starts are shining and the moon is still(full).
When all is said and done...you know your gonna run, so take your time to see the view!
Have your question have your truth! Work with the answers that work for you. When all is said and done, you know your gonna run, so, work with the answers that work for you.
Chorus:
Baby why'd you do that?
Baby why'd you have to leave?
Baby don't you know that,
Baby don't you know I need?? x2.
Make your leave or make you move.
Go or stay. It's all on you.
When all is said and done, you know your gonna run, so, make you leave or make you move (or, go or stay it's all on you.)
Chorus.
Bridge:
I don't care what you say. You know the rules now play the game. You'll learn patience and I'll learn to wait. Hope I see you face and then...
You'll give me you hand,I'll give you proof. Of someone who's willing to stand with you....when all is said and done...there's no where else to run...so give me your hand I'll give you proof. (or when someone is willing to stand with you.)
when the starts are shining and the moon is still(full).
When all is said and done...you know your gonna run, so take your time to see the view!
Have your question have your truth! Work with the answers that work for you. When all is said and done, you know your gonna run, so, work with the answers that work for you.
Chorus:
Baby why'd you do that?
Baby why'd you have to leave?
Baby don't you know that,
Baby don't you know I need?? x2.
Make your leave or make you move.
Go or stay. It's all on you.
When all is said and done, you know your gonna run, so, make you leave or make you move (or, go or stay it's all on you.)
Chorus.
Bridge:
I don't care what you say. You know the rules now play the game. You'll learn patience and I'll learn to wait. Hope I see you face and then...
You'll give me you hand,I'll give you proof. Of someone who's willing to stand with you....when all is said and done...there's no where else to run...so give me your hand I'll give you proof. (or when someone is willing to stand with you.)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Takato, tiiraha, okioki.
Gone,
It is set by time, and soon in will be set in stone.
Do I swallow light to make myself live?
or
Do I live in the dark, and call it a life?
Answer me! you won't, not with touch, sound, sight, taste, scent.
Not in my waking, just in my dreaming.
Answer me please? Will my plead ease your apprehension?
Anger swells my belly, sorrow disjoints my thoughts. Alone in my heart...but not alone in my cause.
! see if I care. (This is a lie! RUKAHU! False, incorrect, unreal. Unstoppable, unmovable.)
Fuck you!! You see I care.
And now, I see my caring.
My weakness set by time, and soon will be stone.
It is set by time, and soon in will be set in stone.
Do I swallow light to make myself live?
or
Do I live in the dark, and call it a life?
Answer me! you won't, not with touch, sound, sight, taste, scent.
Not in my waking, just in my dreaming.
Answer me please? Will my plead ease your apprehension?
Anger swells my belly, sorrow disjoints my thoughts. Alone in my heart...but not alone in my cause.
! see if I care. (This is a lie! RUKAHU! False, incorrect, unreal. Unstoppable, unmovable.)
Fuck you!! You see I care.
And now, I see my caring.
My weakness set by time, and soon will be stone.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
...of course you'd ask that!!!
"Okay, so....tea, cakes, sandwiches and savouries are ready! My house is clean."
I was so excited about Mr Death coming to visit today! I stood and clapped my hands with glee. I was sure that Mr. Death would be impressed with the knowledge on life I had managed to attain, procure and steal. I loved speaking to Mr Death about "life". I knew it was silly. Talking to Death about the subject of living. I mean, what would Death need to know about living in the first place. Mr Death had always said:
"The moment of clarity just before my "clients" join me...is an expression that makes my work worth the heart ache. Even if, said "client's" final destination left little to be desired...if you catch my drift. In that solitary instant, all in the world is as it is meant to be."
I usually replied with: "I'm Maaori. We don't believe in the "drift" concept "The North" have with death. We (Maaori) talk to our dead directly." At which point, I squared Mr Death with my eye and ended my statement with, "..as you already know." Pretending to be bored with his lack of applied knowledge of my background.
But today was a different story. I knew I had lots to tell Mr Death! And on a subject that, for a along time now, had eluded my logic. LOVE!!! ooooh.
Knock, knock. He's here!! Yah! A shiver of chill swept my spine when I realised this was an unusual response to Death calling, but over the past few months I had developed a respect for Death. I felt that, even when Mr Death did come to visit me for real. I would still harbour that respect, even if my final destination sucked.
"Kia ora Mr Death" Leaning into hongi Mr Death was always an adventure. As well as being very ironic. Mr Death's discomfort for hongi was obvious. However, he always humoured me, by taking part. Applying his knowledge of my background this way, pleased me every time. It was usually the only part of our encounters where I consistently felt I had the upper hand. Today would be different. I would have the upper hand throughout our whole conversation.
With the type of excitement that, only a child that suffers from A.D.H.D or a cheerleader hopped up on sugar, could posses. I invited Mr. Death to have a seat. Placing a hot cup of tea in front Mr Death. I took my own seat next to him and started our hui.
"So, Mr Death. I have some great things to share this week!!" Smiling my arse off.
"Really?" His reply was as dry as always.
"Yep! I learned about "LOVE" Mr Death. And I think I've got it all sorted out now." I flicked my eyes in his direction to see if I had his full attention. When I was sure I did, I continued.
"Well, I thought a lot about Love. So I decided to research the subject. I asked my lecturers, fellow students, friends and family what they thought about love. From there, I sat down with all the research I had been attained. And now I have a firm academic understanding of LOVE."
Mr Death usually rolls his eyes at this point, anticipating verbal diarrhoea, but this time he just sat and waited.
"Right, a common comment, by most of the people I talked to, about Love. Is that "Love conquers all." And that there is no greater power in the world. So, I was thinking that if this is true...love would over-come death too" I knew this would please Mr Death to bits. He got a thrill out of the ignorance and arrogance of the living. I flicked my eyes at him again.
"Right?" replied Mr Death.
"Yep. You see the living need Love to be living. With Love, we the living can accomplish anything and everything we put our minds to. It is my opinion that Love inspires, like the little Beethoven dude. His love for music had him writing symphonies even when he went death, I mean deaf. Love motivates, like when Burt Munroe re-built a perfectly functioning Indian motorcycle, and turned into a speed eating death machine...that cuz loved going fast. Love satisfies, like when I'm at the marae. Whatever the reason. I will have very little sleep, rest or free time. Yet, when I leave, I'd be all the richer for being there. Because I got a big "feed" of love. What do think?" I asked, hoping Mr Death would just want me to keep talking.
"Interesting."
"Love. I've got it sussed. It is the most powerful emotion in the world and it's free. I had read somewhere, or saw it...whatever, "Love is the one thing that can not be bought or sold, traded or negotiated. It can only be given." So, Mr Death, even when things suck big time. I'll just remind myself about how inspirational love is and I'll be back on track. LOve will be my first line of defense and first course of action...I'm made" I sat back in my chair. I was pleased as cheese, with what I had stated. I was sure Mr Death wouldn't have any issues with LO(ve now. I had researched and compiled my thought nicely...expressing my findings quiet concisely. I turned to Mr Death, and as I topped up his cup with tea, sure there were no questions he could think of, I asked: "What do you think?"
Mr Death picked up his cup and sipped from it.
"I'm please with your research. It was informative and well thought out!" I agreed eagerly.
"I've learned a lot from this little session"
I was confident that there would be nothing else he would want know. But he did. And with his one single inquiry, Mr Death managed to strip me of the confidence that I possessed only moments before.
"So, my child. With the thoughts you have shared with me, can you tell me this?"
My blood started to rush and my thoughts started to race. What would he ask! This time Mr Death looked square into my eyes. "Here we go!!" I thought. He asked:
"Can you tell me? How does "LOVE" feel?"
AUE!!
I was so excited about Mr Death coming to visit today! I stood and clapped my hands with glee. I was sure that Mr. Death would be impressed with the knowledge on life I had managed to attain, procure and steal. I loved speaking to Mr Death about "life". I knew it was silly. Talking to Death about the subject of living. I mean, what would Death need to know about living in the first place. Mr Death had always said:
"The moment of clarity just before my "clients" join me...is an expression that makes my work worth the heart ache. Even if, said "client's" final destination left little to be desired...if you catch my drift. In that solitary instant, all in the world is as it is meant to be."
I usually replied with: "I'm Maaori. We don't believe in the "drift" concept "The North" have with death. We (Maaori) talk to our dead directly." At which point, I squared Mr Death with my eye and ended my statement with, "..as you already know." Pretending to be bored with his lack of applied knowledge of my background.
But today was a different story. I knew I had lots to tell Mr Death! And on a subject that, for a along time now, had eluded my logic. LOVE!!! ooooh.
Knock, knock. He's here!! Yah! A shiver of chill swept my spine when I realised this was an unusual response to Death calling, but over the past few months I had developed a respect for Death. I felt that, even when Mr Death did come to visit me for real. I would still harbour that respect, even if my final destination sucked.
"Kia ora Mr Death" Leaning into hongi Mr Death was always an adventure. As well as being very ironic. Mr Death's discomfort for hongi was obvious. However, he always humoured me, by taking part. Applying his knowledge of my background this way, pleased me every time. It was usually the only part of our encounters where I consistently felt I had the upper hand. Today would be different. I would have the upper hand throughout our whole conversation.
With the type of excitement that, only a child that suffers from A.D.H.D or a cheerleader hopped up on sugar, could posses. I invited Mr. Death to have a seat. Placing a hot cup of tea in front Mr Death. I took my own seat next to him and started our hui.
"So, Mr Death. I have some great things to share this week!!" Smiling my arse off.
"Really?" His reply was as dry as always.
"Yep! I learned about "LOVE" Mr Death. And I think I've got it all sorted out now." I flicked my eyes in his direction to see if I had his full attention. When I was sure I did, I continued.
"Well, I thought a lot about Love. So I decided to research the subject. I asked my lecturers, fellow students, friends and family what they thought about love. From there, I sat down with all the research I had been attained. And now I have a firm academic understanding of LOVE."
Mr Death usually rolls his eyes at this point, anticipating verbal diarrhoea, but this time he just sat and waited.
"Right, a common comment, by most of the people I talked to, about Love. Is that "Love conquers all." And that there is no greater power in the world. So, I was thinking that if this is true...love would over-come death too" I knew this would please Mr Death to bits. He got a thrill out of the ignorance and arrogance of the living. I flicked my eyes at him again.
"Right?" replied Mr Death.
"Yep. You see the living need Love to be living. With Love, we the living can accomplish anything and everything we put our minds to. It is my opinion that Love inspires, like the little Beethoven dude. His love for music had him writing symphonies even when he went death, I mean deaf. Love motivates, like when Burt Munroe re-built a perfectly functioning Indian motorcycle, and turned into a speed eating death machine...that cuz loved going fast. Love satisfies, like when I'm at the marae. Whatever the reason. I will have very little sleep, rest or free time. Yet, when I leave, I'd be all the richer for being there. Because I got a big "feed" of love. What do think?" I asked, hoping Mr Death would just want me to keep talking.
"Interesting."
"Love. I've got it sussed. It is the most powerful emotion in the world and it's free. I had read somewhere, or saw it...whatever, "Love is the one thing that can not be bought or sold, traded or negotiated. It can only be given." So, Mr Death, even when things suck big time. I'll just remind myself about how inspirational love is and I'll be back on track. LOve will be my first line of defense and first course of action...I'm made" I sat back in my chair. I was pleased as cheese, with what I had stated. I was sure Mr Death wouldn't have any issues with LO(ve now. I had researched and compiled my thought nicely...expressing my findings quiet concisely. I turned to Mr Death, and as I topped up his cup with tea, sure there were no questions he could think of, I asked: "What do you think?"
Mr Death picked up his cup and sipped from it.
"I'm please with your research. It was informative and well thought out!" I agreed eagerly.
"I've learned a lot from this little session"
I was confident that there would be nothing else he would want know. But he did. And with his one single inquiry, Mr Death managed to strip me of the confidence that I possessed only moments before.
"So, my child. With the thoughts you have shared with me, can you tell me this?"
My blood started to rush and my thoughts started to race. What would he ask! This time Mr Death looked square into my eyes. "Here we go!!" I thought. He asked:
"Can you tell me? How does "LOVE" feel?"
AUE!!
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