I’ve got art’s writers in my joints
Why did the retina detach? It had avoidant personality disorder
Why did I get migraine in my heart? Because I had not got the head for it
Why did my artery spasm? The heart has its reasons; the arteries we don’t know.
Apparently my heart has become the holy grill
I can still fear angels
Why did I write this nonsense? I envy Lear
Why did Lewis Carroll?
Do you like nonsense? I do.
Day: March 4, 2018
Do you really believe in Flu?
She’s got foot in mouth disease.
The doctor says I have got weasels,
Then she got harlot’s fever and went out blazing
Men get about or is it stout?
It’s chick and fox
Do you really believe in Flu?
My sister had onion surgery last year and she still weeps.
She said she feels cogitated all night so I let her learn Boolean logic
I don’t want a mare tonight.I am married.
Why do we scheme unconsciously?
Was it entirely hands in glove?
I’ve gone mad and fallen in love.My husband had called for release.
Housewives knees are often a nuisance.Why not remove them>
British Road Signs

I could run through the entire alphabet
I spend an hour in worry everyday
From lists of all disorders on the net
Then the Wars which on the feeble prey
I wonder sometimes if I might be gay
Although one’s gender is not quite preset
I spend an hour in worry everyday
War in Syria,Palestine. and more
I could run through the entire alphabet
To name the Wars which on so many prey
I give an extra hour , you cruel whore!
She wants me to be anxious tete a tete
I spend more hours in worry everyday
If I’m tired I cannot shut that door~
The conscious self’s invaded, thoughts preset
Don’t name the Wars, just kneel and say a prayer
Has the Devil laughed and placed his bets
That the human race the world will wreck?
I spend an hour in worry everyday
I’ve had enough,I’m more inclined to pray
An inspiring article
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/mostlymuslim/2017/11/fighting-stigma-mental-illness-story-muslim/
“When my children left home, I became an artist again at the encouragement of my eldest son. I did write for magazines and newspapers while they were growing up, but I did not do artwork. It was only after the death of my father, as a way to deal with my grief, that I decided to stand up on my own to feet and paint after so many years. I had a mentor and with his help, I managed to have my first show and began to exhibit. I also joined artist groups and the local Interfaith Council.””
The mystical poet who can help you lead a better life
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20170109-the-mystical-poet-who-can-help-you-lead-a-better-life
“Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (c. 1320-1389) is one of the most beloved poets of the Persians [Iranians}, and is considered by many – from different cultures – to be one of the seven literary wonders of the world. Ralph Waldo Emerson and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe both agreed. As Emerson said of Hafiz: “He fears nothing. He sees too far, he sees throughout; such is the only man I wish to see or be.” And Emerson gave Hafiz that grand and famous compliment, “Hafiz is a poet for poets.”
Hafiz has no peer – Goethe
Both Goethe and Emerson translated Hafiz. And after Geothe’s deep study of him, simply – though remarkably – stated, “Hafiz has no peer.”
Hafiz poems were also admired by such diverse notables as Nietzsche and Arthur Conan Doyle, whose wonderful character Sherlock Holmes quotes Hafiz. Garcia Lorca praised the Sufi poet. Johannes Brahms was so touched by his verse he used several in his compositions. And even Queen Victoria was said to have consulted Hafiz in times of need – which has been a custom in the Middle East for centuries. The Fal-e Hafiz, is an ancient tradition in which a reader asks Hafiz for advice when facing a difficulty or at an important juncture in their life – treating his books as an oracle and opening them with a deep wish from their soul for guidance.
A ceramic tile – probably painted many years after his death – shows a likeness of the poet Hafiz (Credit: De Agostini/Getty Images)
The range of Hafiz is indeed stunning and provocative at times:
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath
moves through – listen to this music.
Then this, from another poem,
Look at the smile on the Earth’s lips this
morning, she laid again with me last night!”

