Day: August 24, 2015

De mortuis nil nisi bene

Philosophic  [from wikipedia]

We assume a special attitude towards the dead, something almost like admiration for one who has accomplished a very difficult feat. We suspend criticism of him, overlooking whatever wrongs he may have done, and issue the command, De mortuis nil nisi bene: we act as if we were justified in singing his praises at the funeral oration, and inscribe only what is to his advantage on the tombstone. This consideration for the dead, which he really no longer needs, is more important to us than the truth, and, to most of us, certainly, it is more important than consideration for the living.[3]

Oh,Hugh

I could have glanced all night.

Don’t leave me  for never today

we had the last schmaltz ,it’s true.

A thousand hisses keep..

Prance me with your rubber dove.

Time to say,let’s die.

He’s so negative I am having him developed and hanged on the wall.I never was very good at sandwiches.

Wraiths of  our fathers,living well

Fear Jesu

This is the best line of the way

Wordgames

She wears an undeterred bra and dark snakeswear

His underpants are  very seen.

He has very penetrating why’s.

Please zip up your eyes  before leaving the bathroom

Please wash the sands before meals.

He had   sinister  grammar. at school

He could see flight blew  me.

He looked up directionessly.

She has a new rat this year.

When you have seen one, you have been appalled.

I believe in sexual  dragnetism.

He was embalmed by erudition

His gaze  threw me a line.

They had sex before the carriage and inside too

i think culture is a mulcher

He will never let me grow.

I said,No plank you.

Compliments

I love you so nearly.

I horse whipped idols for years

You’re almost  defined.

Your  tart is mine;I love Cox’s nipples

I keep him by a raider’s well

He put her on a  pedal-less ball

He hated wax without gloves.

I’ll never leave you in the church

I’ll devour ’em in the porch

I  promise to  love, out say  and fol de rol you until  death has no heart

Signing off

Lots off love

Oh,devour.

Ode to annoy

See your dilator

See your tune.

See your moons.

See your plater

Yours wincerely… ouch

Yours fadingly

Forever lined.

Buy,buy!

How’s your shoe?

How’s your heartless murmur?

He loved my sins and tumour.

I write my own ruins.

God be with you

With blots on love.

Sans theorie,alors.

The music of you

The music

of

your voice

I shall never hear.

I shall never

play a duo with you.

Would we harmonize?

Or find some compromise?

Does one need to hear

the sound of someone's heart,

transposed into verbal music..

Or can we manage without it?

Ideolect

Sociolect.

Circumspect?

Words reveal the lost soul.

But not the whole story.

Play it again

But this time

Speak it.

I want to hear the music

Of you.