Day: July 23, 2016

Ruminare

Being so prolific is a feat

Winnowed  was the produce of my heart
And fortune favoured me upon that day.
For what remained was worthy of respect
And helped me rise above the fumes and fray.

The consciousness of good was well received
My soul and heart were like soaked bread in wine.
Although I did not doubt the creative word
To gain this mark of honour  made it mine.

As being so prolific is a feat,
And  work well done is cherished and admired
Then I shall rest and  let my mind roam free
Replenishing again my inner fires.

The labourer is worthy of his hire.
The words will come to those who that desire

When true love’s gone

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed?
And with their carnal touch consoled be?

When my love lies,so breaks my tender heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start?
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true love lies and wrecks all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole

Thinking is bad for the ecstatic

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I ruminate every morning at eight
About my  behaviour and  weight
I’m hyper-vigilant  all day
I’m paranoid and fey
Hypersomnia keeps me awake.

I have heard y few voices of late
For Hebrew,I  use Google translate
For I record all the sounds
Here and around
To try to  determine my fate..

Rumination makes folk get neurotic
So we have to have some means to stop it.
Some find a cold bath
Sets them on the right path
For thinking is bad for the ecstatic.