After death has overwhelmed our life
We cannot waste our time by reading tripe
We care for goodness,beauty, without strife

Severed is the husband from the wife
And in escapism she has found no hope
After death has overwhelmed dear life

Savaged is her bosom by the knife
Bitter is the taste and dark the eye
We care for goodness,beauty and not strife

The first part of the loss is just a half
Yet many wish that we should tell them lies
After death has overwhelmed our life

How can it be he’s here,but not alive?
Through the plangent darkness I must grope
We care for beauty, wish to calm the strife

Give me back my lover for one night
He will understand this sabotage
After death has overwhelmed our life
We make love with pain and dark,dark strife

I have altered the colours using Pixlr Editor online as with a chromebook you cannot download any software.
I find experimenting is fun.

I got a scanner and have just found how to scan to my chromebook.This was the nearest sketch I could find

The only way into truth is through one’s own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation. Simone Weil
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/simone_weil_403834?src=t_humiliation

I think WordPress is very rude to folk
As on the page was,Rubbish, and be damned
Who is the demon who to me out-spoke
It don’t like the crap what I have wrote!

Ar least they could send email just to me
I don’t want “garbage” for my folk to see.
“Rubbish, you are nothing” was the line
It sent a horrid tingle up my spine

I don’t mind a tingle in my heart
Just because we’re old, love don’t depart
But fear and loathing are too much for me
I shall have to go and brew some tea

I looked again and “publish” did I see!
The Freudian errer was entirely me

Today I fill the bin with ten dead leaves
A tree that perished in the wintry breeze
A plant that died  inside the house called mine
But nothing that I read about online

Today the kitchen bin is taken out
Kleenex tissues, dirty  little thoughts
So confessing sins was that as well
Clearing out the smut that in us dwells

Boundaries round the purified,the good
Separate it from what we  think is  bad
We must not let two become confused
Holy Smoke, the lines symbolic muse!
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I throw out stuff that should not linger here
Transgression makes the sinner feel impure.

Anaemia comes in fourteen  hundred types
The steam iron kills the germs and then ignites
Babies use ten thousand paper wipes

 

We gnaw the fruits of nature,tender, ripe
The kettle boils and  fuses all the lights
Anaemia comes in fourteen  hundred types

 

Grandad used to smoke a polished pipe
The house flies danced and mother lost her might.
Babies use ten billion paper wipes

Are my sins all mortal, do I lie?
Will the devil die and  leave me right?
Anaemia comes in fourteen  hundred types

Evil is immortal. god is blithe
He thinks,he calculates and then he writes
Babies use ten trillion paper wipes

People  queue for sales all through the night
As angels  scatter from the orange lights
Anaemia comes in fourteen hundred types
But porn  is like a nuclear bomb online

The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled
A blind and natural force  cared not for me
A hint that I was soon to pay my bills

First consider death and make a will
There are  no autumn leaves.not much to see
The  wind  of age cracks minds as if to kill

No more  shall we climb  in  the  Cleveland hills
Not lie in heather,drowned in honey bees
The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled

How we’re ground in Nature’s  deathly mills
A hand, an eye, an ear, we watchers see
A hint that we are soon to pay  our bills

Who  creates and who if unfulfilled
Shall make a war and set no prisoners free?
The cold wind strikes the soldiers’ eyes  like drills

 

To God, the orphaned infants make a plea
I look,I see those  Auschwitz silver trees
The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled
The ovens burn, the blackbird sings its trills