Day: March 6, 2017

No sound no sight

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In fields of lushest  buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh

That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or  do me harm.
I  felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.

How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?

Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end

When fantasy and dream become confused

When  others acts push splinters through our souls
And into strangers ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder through our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know

When what is in or out we cannot tell
Then fantasy and dream become confused.
When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.

He,in whom I to trusted, willed to fail
For what he  claimed  was friendship  was desire.
Now pain and disappointment make  me frail;
In torment know this person was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.

I am X’s wife

I met a neighbour waiting for the bus
He asked why I’ve not remarried yet
I said men don’t like clever wives
But like a cat I have nine lives
So one day some kind man may quite forget.

He asked why I don’t move into a flat
I said I’ll join the circus acrobats
He said,why you can hardly walk
Which makes  you easier to stalk
I disappeared and he is looking yet.

I wonder why men offer me advice
But yet nobody  loves me more than twice
I think I’ll cross the gender lines
And pay a ransom or a fine
Then I’ll pick a  lady for my wife

They say 1/16  of a percent are mixed
So when they are older they must choose their sex
I’m glad we seem to have less shame
And they are in no way to blame
Otherwise they’d all be total wrecks.

I did a quizz my IQ’s 65
The most moronic algebraist alive.
As I am 9/10ths masculine
I wonder it it is a sin
To look so cute when I am  X’s wife

Maybe I am gay but just don’t know
A phallic symbol turned me to and fro
I think I need Viagra now
But my doctor’s a real cow
She said, where you go I shall also go.

So now she follows  Biblical texts too
Her name’s not Rachel,  yet she is a Jew
She desires eternal sex
And   all I want’s eternal rest
I think the Hebrew Bible’s  writers do.