Topsy
Ganesha
*I haven't edited this at all... sorry if its trash*
You used to just stare.
Sitting, gazing, pondering
what it was that went inside my mind.
I always felt you cared.
Sometimes, when people were watching,
you’d cause pain...
but its okay because you always gave me peanuts.
I love peanuts. I liked it when you’d close both fists
and make choose.
You laughed because I danced with anticipation.
Though I’m still confused why you liked it...
I just wanted the peanut love.
Shiva was a destroyer. But Ganesha reversed the idioms.
The divine minstrels pushed forth a smiling child.
Simplicities of mortality brought the sun upon his head.
Seemingly insignificant, cross the arms, touch the ears and squat...
No longer useless but became a tickling feather.
Laughter manifested, Ganesha had it all
with an equation that excluded power moves and
the way of life.
But you don’t come around anymore.
If I spoke human, I’d spill my thoughts
and let you know I wanted you to stare and
give me peanuts again. I like that. I loved it.
Time and responsibility took you by force.
I’m alone now. No more peanuts. No more staring.
So where you surprised?
They were laughing at me. Throwing things.
One was even hurting me with something sharp.
But no one was watching, and he had no peanuts.
Gentle went away friendship, so I crushed the stabbing man.
Father problems exist in eternity as well. Divorce rates are about the same.
So its no surprise that Ganesha was a bastard son.
An angry Father with an endless supply of time to ponder.
The cunt of a woman that took his masculinity grew a creature
from his seed. Oh, how he hated Shiva.
But you can’t destroy the destroyer? Kill the simple thing,
her happy little Ganesha.
He’s trusting. He loves. He’s kind. He’s open.
And it will be the end of him.
My ears hurt. So do my feet.
I feel heavy, like there is a point to prove taking hold of me.
I really just want you to hide a peanut in one hand,
if only one more time. I want peanut love. I want that gaze.
Being lonely isn’t love, and something inside tells me the ever-after
isn’t any different.
Lots of flashing and people. I’m screaming. They think I’m just loud.
It’s all so heavy now... and very black.
The Father always does it. In some way, it’s always his fault.
Ganesha didn’t know, didn’t care... he liked the crossed arms things.
When his Father cut his head off, it rained blood on earth for 7 years.
A constant flow of vane sacrifice.
Shiva, the destroyer, the hater, the killer... was broken.
Hew new definition, her love was gone.
Empty, lifeless. An ocean of blood flooded forth and capsized heaven.
Happiness was gone.
Smiling was gone.
Love was gone.
Ganesh, a lifeless statue corpse was no longer amused.
He was simply no longer.
But Shiva new that god and mortal alike needed that love so
she searched for a creature with the same heart as Ganesh.
She peered off into the distance where a point was about to be proved...
off into that distance, an elephant was about to die.
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