The Lovers’ Commandements
This is only the Lover’s response to the writings of ‘The Ten Commandments’; only a few of the commandments below belong to the Lover’s Ethic. The rest are still to come.
1. Love is the force you worship: nothing else.
2. There is no idol, there is no thing you can be to be a lover; nothing is the only thing you can be, and through it you can be the Other’s everything.
3. Never speak of the forces and doings of Love, lest you lose it like the bearer of these commandments.
4. Sunday is the day where Love is appreciated; on Sunday you give thanks for the nothing that you are to yourself, and the everything you are to the Other.
5. Honour your existence, and live through your joy and heart. Disregard all those who do not understand; even if you have to disregard your roots.
6. Love is incapable of harm – the heart does not hurt the Other; all harm from Love is ultimately masqueraded good.
7. Adultery is only wrong if not inspired by Love; Love has no boundaries, it is either embraced or not – all else is illusory.
8. Steal only the heart; for it is in stealing it and caring for it, that you can give it back the way it desires to be given back – broken and smoothly amended; touched by demons whose hands and hearts are those of angels.
9. Only lie if you are implying the Other’s truth.
10. Desire and open to all with no boundaries; the fields with the crops of Love cannot grow without the planting of seeds. No seeds entails no crops, which lead to famine.
Praises and smiles for modernity
The clothes of life’s sweetened surety,
Do beckon forth promises of health.
While tenderness smiles at the obscurity,
Cries of despair mingle with this smile.
The sweat on the brow wishes release;
As the world spins on its head, and closes the file.
Praises, one proclaims, from deep within;
Praises for you, for me and for all,
Stop, now, allow our life to begin.
Take us into your bosom,
For surrender is our call.
We await a reply, with fervour we stall.
Sheep with no shepherd, an Abraham we yearn.
Pluck one from your heart, and teach us to learn.
Words we tangle from left to right.
Meaning we add, yet meaning we seek,
Our living in circles makes life so bleak.
The sentences diminish, and with it our plight.
The end of the road is the road’s end.
Tears of the heart are the heart’s tearful blend.
Full stops, comas and colons one writes,
Poles, ignorance and death one smites.
I take her flower that blossoms with a wither,
Tonight milady you belong to me; so come thee hither.
Round and round, in verses we go,
Backwards and forwards our will we throw.
She smiles at her decision before the embrace,
Her curtains are shut by her lover’s mace.
He watches carefully at her pleas for feeling,
This one’s life was definitely worth stealing.
Innocence becomes a whisper in the crowd,
Her words he doesn’t hear, no matter how loud.
A step is taken, closer into the abyss of tomorrow,
Where face and groin, become items we borrow.
Modernity brings auctions for all lost or found,
Here anything you can buy, opening bid, a pound.
