Yes, the Trent flows up one side and down the other.

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Pray Father give me your blessing
Good grief, a real Catholic at last
Why, are there artificial ones?
No they just have terrible memories
Of trauma?
No, they don’t know what a sacrament is.
But surely how we act is more vital
I don’t know, it’s so long since I was  in the cemetery
Do you mean the cement factory?
Why would I mean that?
Don’t ask me,I’m just a   human being
I mean the seminary, of course.I remember now.
Do you know the seven deadly sins?
Not biblically
They are in the Bible… murder.envy, hatred
Yes, I was joking.I am celibate officially.
But what are you really?
I am asexual.
Do you have no desire?
I love people but I have no need to go to bed with them
No, we do it on the floor at home
Are you married?
Yes,definitely.She is a red head.
I thought you might say Red Indian
We  have very few living in Stoke on Trent.
Where is that?
On the river Trent.
But that goes through Nottingham
So?
I thought Stoke was West of the Pennines
Yes, the Trent flows up one side and down the other.
That is a lie
Thank you.
Since my last Confession I have lied twice
What was the other lie?
I am not a Catholic
So why come here?
I am lonely and it’s bad for me so I thought Saturday night Catholics go to Confession
It’s not exactly fun.Why not go to the pub and pick up a woman?
Are you really a priest?
No,I was feeling lonely too
What  a pity we are not bisexual
Well, we could learn
I thought it was genetic?
Do you mean generic
I don’t know.You mean like,buy paracetomol not panadol.
Genetic is totally different.
Am I a generic human or a  dressed up, artificial  and stunning person?
Why artificial?
I can’t act natural.
Try!
But if I try it’s not natural.
Was that my penance listening to you?
It could have been.Say a little prayer for me as well
So you do  believe?
Why not? It’s better than dying of meaninglessness
You so seem very clever
How kind.
I’ll see you next week.

The Fall

The shadow of the lamp upon my wall
That gentle light, that softness without glare
Long lost joy and   happy love  recall

We  looked into house windows when we strolled
But we were careful., did not wish to stare
Read shadows of  street lamps upon their walls

What am I when my love is not whole ?
A cracked half human being needing care
Stranger joys,lost  love, how  can I call?

The shadows move about as  sunset falls
My face is  showing signs of  lazy tears
The shadows  looks so dark upon the wall

His shadow  dear I  miss  in Spring, in Fall
But then it presaged presence on this chair
Strangers, joy, new  love,  how do we fail?

I have seen  the old gods fiery flares,
Burning wheatfields by the Saxon Shore
The shadow of burned sun upon the wall
The missing loves , the shadows deep,the Fall.

 

 

Undemocratic

5432DSC00144Network Rail is planning  to make changes to the platforms in Stations to prevent people committing suicide.Unfortunately , they can’t  do it  immediately so now is our chance.Don’t stop to think, don’t ask for help…. just do what  you  want to do.
We’ve had one Referendum

Suicide rates are high here.Donate to the Samaritans if you can

info from THE INDEPENDENT

Alternatives exist: The white cliffs of Dover  are crumbling.Why not camp on the Edge and see what  happens especially if there is a gale.You may meet Teresa May..