Month: April 2013
10 Signs Your Friend is Toxic
I’ll be loving a ewe,always.
Irony is tyranny to the simple
Where did you roam?
Bechstein,Einstein,Feinstein a Lifetime of,too many rhymes. drove me crazy
I caught schizophrenia from the Government helpline.I was on it for 7 hours.Then I went totally off it.and fell into many disconnected pieces.I am a jigsaw waiting for the Lord.
A pattern a day keeps the typewriters away.
I hear voices under my bed.Are they bugs?
Someone strong is watching over me to make sure my paranoia doesn’t get better..
Does paranoia annoy you?
Annoy me and forever be a four letter turd.
I’ll be loving a ewe,always.
I’ll take you to Rome again,in your dreams.
I caught a cold in the shopping center but I could not arrest it..
True or false?
Beggars can be confusers to underground users
All that twitters must be untold
To many hooks catch my breath.
Schizophrenia is down the Nick.
What can’t be lured must be conjured.
If you can’t speak the truth,please lie over there.
There’s many a true word spoken then lost
Write it all off.
I can’t talk without you.
I miss Hell.
I have found a schizoid ‘s allure in this coffee house.
Is it good to split it all up?
Are people any use when you have your own laptop to sit on?
You’re Right — By Emily Dickinson
You’re Right — By Emily Dickinson
The Boston Bombing and Butterflies
Really beautiful,thoughtful post with stunning photos too
The Boston Bombing and Butterflies
Really beautiful,thoughtful post with stunning photos too
With a new unde…
With a new understanding, both painful and humorous, I begin to understand why the saints were rarely married women. I am convinced it has nothing to do, as I once supposed, with chastity or children. It has to do primarily with distractions. The bearing, rearing, feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pulls–woman’s normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life. The problem is not merely one of Woman and Career, Woman and the Home, Woman and Independence. It is more basically: how to remain whole in the midst of the distractions of life; how to remain balanced, no matter what centrifugal forced tend to pull one off center; how to remain strong, no matter what shocks come in at the periphery and tend to crack the hub of the wheel.
–Anne Morrow Lindberg
Listen here
A cat lives here

Abstract cats
Where is the cat?
Summer colors

Blue is here
I wish I had bought a long ladder
I once at some cake with a fork
Then I ate up a dandelion stalk.
I was barely three
So do not blame me
My mother was out for a walk.
Dandelion’s good for the bladder.
And for feeding to any spare adders.
If you go yellow tonight
Tell your husband you might.
Oh,I wish I had bought that tall ladder.
I’d peek in your window to see
How angry your husband might be.
And what will he do
With the leaves in your shoe?
I deeply regret I shan’t see,
3 Treasures: Sympathy, Simplicity and Stillness
Do read this
Kindness: We are all interconnected and interdependent in this universe. Human are hardwired to care for others. It gives true happiness.
If you hold hatred you can never be happy, even with abundance of luxury. Anger in return for Anger is disaster. In contrast love, compassion, tolerance and patience brings joy and happiness – and eventually dissolves anger and hatred.
Simplicity: Simplifying diet leads to good health. Reducing consumption and possessions lowers problems in life.
Stillness: Mental chatter creates confusion, and frustration. On other hand stillness builds mental clarity – compassion, tolerance and patience help in practicing stillness.
A journey of thousand miles begins with one step…. Take first step and join the journey.
Into the future

The path is here
aftermath
This is an intriguing poem by shrinksaren’tcheap here on WP
What is Poetry? | Poetry blog and a poem
What is Poetry? | Poetry blog.
I might say that a poem
is the equivalent in words
of this beautiful picture
but I might be wrong
I might say that a poem is like like a kiss
I might say that a poem is like a flower
I might say that a poem is like a tree full of blossom
But after due consideration .I concluded
it’s better to write you a poem
And for you to write me a poem.
And afterwards for us to talk amidst the flowers
Underneath a tree in summer.
Then we will know what it’s all about
If you can see what I mean.
A vision in words
Words with vision
I think you know what I mean
You see
This is true
I
Life | Sabotage Times
Football, Games, Sex, TV, Movies, Film, Music, Sport, Work, Life | Sabotage Times.
This is where the jokes come from
Outsider Thinking: What Science Can Learn From Art | Think Tank | Big Think
For the Health of Our Society: “Normal” Child Abuse Prevention | Attachment Matters
For the Health of Our Society: “Normal” Child Abuse Prevention | Attachment Matters.
This makes a good point,that what was once normal such as thrashing children is now considered very bad for them.Only yesterday I looked at a Catholic website where a woman thinks you need to ” beat Satan out of kids”
I can personally say from experience it’s a grievous error to beat a child especially one of very young age.It’s not just the pain but the feelings of insecurity and how it affects your self and relationships even many years later
…
Wearing glasses
I never thought before about the fact that some of us are “behind a glass” all the time since we need spectacles.I have had them so long I can’t imagine seeing in another way.When I was a child there was a saying
Men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses
In the current situation men won’t be making passes at any girls if the fear of being accused of harassment gets worse.
Anyway,in my experience men don’t mind if you wear glasses.Maybe more men would have chased me but I had sufficient.I didn’t want too many I had my own life to lead. and I feel sorry sometimes when I reject them.. it’s hard for some men but they have to realize that is life and they will find a nicer more beautiful woman elsewhere.
I must admit I hated wearing glasses at first.I wonder of it does affect one always looking through glass or plastic?Still the hands and face are free to feel the air on them.
Rewriting Your Nightmares – NYTimes.com
People can stand what is true
Eugene T. Gendlin quotes
From Goodreads site
― Eugene T. Gendlin, Focusing
Love and life…
A window of opportunity
We have a phrase here that is common in business speak,it is “Window of opportunity” So if you see one you are meant to go through it… but surely it should be…….A glass door of opportunity.You may see a chance through a window but many windows don’t open.
I have seen a great many things through windows that appeal to me but usually I can’t get in…..especially if they are on the upper floor.Sometimes sitting on the top deck of a bus I’ve seen handsome men getting undressed but as I don’t generally carry a ladder around it’s not proved of any use to me except for writing short stories.Do you feel I am getting a bit obsessed with windows?If you are a mature man email me to give me your view [!] on this subject.My email addresses are:
maryalright@yoohoo.com
mary.me@soho.organbach,net.co.uk
mayoui@suckatoe.conduit.
marystone@gorgons.co.uk
Part 2 How to be even more unhappy
Live in the UK….. this is Springtime
1.Only make friends with people you feel uncomfortable with or inferior to.or at worst superior too ….. and make sure you let them know in the latter case so they can verbally assault you.Then go home to Till Eulenspiegel…… he’s still oiling his organ right now
2.Listen to Wagner Valkyries every night over and over.But stop before psychosis sets in.
3. Listen to the entire Ring Cycle one weekend…Wagner…. now he was a strange man.10 hours of Schubert or Bach,yes.Who did he think he was….God?Yes,I thought so.God,whatever he or she is is not a megalomaniac He is not any kind of maniac.
“And after the wind,a still small voice”
4.To get very unhappy,don’t listen to that still,small voice… just listen to loud voices and noises.I went into the Body Shop yesterday [they don’t sell bodies,just beauty creams and potions]
and then I walked right out again pursued by an assistant…I called,it’s your music… it was
THAT loud..
5.You know there are good books and bad books?And wishy washy books… the choice is yours.I know here “Fifty Shades of Grey” sold well as did handcuffs and whips….now think well… ….does it make you more unhappy because no-one has ever wanted to be handcuffed to you?In that case read it but think about this…how would you go to the lavatory or eat a chocolate cream bun? Or….think….
If this book makes you happy let me know….I’d like to meet you.
Well,laughter stops me writing and makes me too happy for such a post….wait till next week
The enigma of windows
Houses at one time had only slits to let in light and to let out smoke.This used to be in the roof as a house was just one space in which living was shared.
Nowadays most houses have quite large windows.We like this as we love the light ; we love to look out to see trees or to see people go by.So windows were designed for the people living inside a house.(Prisons were often devoid of light)We all like to see out but something designed for one function—to let in light and air also has consequences that we may not have realized.. if we can see our ,others can see in,for example.I know people do this as I have a foolish neighbor who passes comments on my books.Not only that but she comments on my feet and my clothes.
Some of us put lace curtains on the window to stop people looking in .Buit they also cut down on what we can see out there and the light is reduced.
It’s the same with our ego.We have defense mechanisms to protect us but they also cut down on what we can perceive or receive.They are barriers,
So in both cases we need some defense but too much will handicap us.
This is the enigma of windows and doors.We are prisoners without them and we are vulnerable when we have too many.We must live in a tower or a castle or a house….balanced between security and the excitement of discovery and new perceptions.
Winter branches

Wisteria
Smiling through your window
Please don’t pull the curtains
For I am coming by.
I want to see your underwear
Is it thermal? …Don’t be shy.
Please don’t turn your light out
For I wish to peek in.
I like to see men in their beds
Is it a big sin?
Why not sleep stark naked
For then I’ll see your chest.
Have you still got hairs on
OK. Leave on that vest.
Do not put your glasses on
To see whom I might be
I shall wear a pointed hat
Topped with a cherie
I like to see you sleeping with
a smile upon your face
I do hope you are dreaming
of a sweet embrace.
I’ll gaze in and smile at you
And then tip toe away
For if I see you smiling
I’ll be joyous all the day.
I love to see you happy
I ‘ll be with you when you’re sad.
Sharing deeper feelings
Stops us from going mad.
So please don’t pull the curtains.
I am real, I’m not a ghost
I met many people
And I love you the most.
whisky and tea | “Yes, of course we were pretentious — what else is youth for?” – Julian Barnes
whisky and tea | “Yes, of course we were pretentious — what else is youth for?” – Julian Barnes.
I have found this blog which is giving me pleasure and knowledge … the Sylvia Plath post is very touching…I can’t see anywhere to comment thouigh.
Take a look… wonderful post on the Anglican Church












