Day: July 20, 2019

If our outer shell encloses, it deforms

The books he wrote were solid like good oak
Giving him a structure that he lacked
A skeleton outside his flesh and bones

 

A fortress made of words and printed thoughts
To hide  behind when torture broke  his back
The books he wrote were solid like good oak

 

If our outer shell encloses,  it deforms
Even brings our death,  unless   it’s cracked
A skeleton outside  but not of bone

 

The books  gave shape to his still  half numb heart
He felt he had no  being, was no fact
The books he wrote  gave breath like leaves of oak

 

Some use crutches, some crawl slowly home
Wandering by  the  shoppers  with  some tact
Oh, skeleton outside, how dry our throats

 

I wonder is  all this by Google tracked?
They watch us, not to help us  nor   perfect
The books he wrote were solid, real  and  taut
A  crucifix  of  words , expressive thoughts

Teach yourself English by trial

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Never begin a sentence
Be careful with apostrophe’s,semi- colons and death
When in doubt, leave [it] out
Don’t end at an adverb,generally.But  it’s ok if not too frequently
Don’t invent  new  words.They might mean something in another language
Think about sentences then they will think about you,possibly
Learn with leisure  using audio books.

Pray before the beginning of a thought
Never forget brevity.Nor levity.
Be natural.
Leave out ad hominem, QED and ipso fracture.
A fraction of infinity is as big as infinity.That’s what infinity means  , honestly!
If you are a genius,  write what you like,  but warily
Chance favours the double bind as Gregory Bateson might have said.
Prepare your mind before  deleting.
If your spelling is bad, vote to leave the EU and learn proper English properly.
Never use a nom de plume if you  like Brexit
Croissants are being withdrawn from the UK asap.Can you spell croissant? Well forget it!

Many coloured love  brings a rebirth

Oh, to be  hermit when life bites
 loss of love, a failure of the heart
When all we get are answers full of spite

Retaliation, shatters  or  incites
More evil words released in  vicious  spurts
Oh, to be a hermit when  life bites

The faces of the enemy are tight
Eyes are narrow, fantasies or worse
To give us fresh new  answers full of spite

Eyes so held will never see the light
They cannot be redeemed by lifted curse
Oh, to be  hermit when life bites

Yet  life is not composed of black and white
Many coloured love  brings a  rebirth
Ignoring human flaws and un-thought spite

I remember sitting round the hearth
A little child. I loved  the gift, the warmth
Oh,  we must  not be cut off when love  may start
Untouched by  eager  viciousness, by spite