Month: January 2023
Do you want to see better or worse?
Eyeglasses help us to see
So we drink the correct cup of tea
But sometimes we wish
To be blind and selfish.
Nothing in this life is free
The fields in flames, the stubble set alight
The earth herself was burning in our sight
The ancient lands of Essex still grew grain
As hares ran into hedgerows fearing pain
The empty road, the smoke, the land on fire
The ashes left a newer crop would sire
The land to Epping vast and flat was bright
Yet covered in its smoke there was no light
Our little human world is but a skin
Destruction easy with a word or bomb
Dependent on the government, those liars
Weak as watered gruel, they must be fired
Caught inside the symbols of the Earth
From destruction comes a brave new birth
Defra plan shows no stomach for bold action on food poverty and obesity
I don’t want to see reality
With friends I am frequently curt
I attack before others attack me
For accepting real knowledge will hurt.
I don’t think that I am autistic
I love to have an excuse.
I blame what goes wrong on my family
I’m causing the others distress.
I’m afraid that I will be defenceless
like a snail that has broken its shell.
Someone will tread on me, crush me
I am afraid of my tenper as well
I can’t see all of reality
The pain is so hard to relate
I shall see a bit more if you help me
Because that real knowledge does hurt
Bereavement often takes our sense of self – but it can be regained
Saturday was shopping then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
The artist’s canvas stretched ,a matricide
How to deal with rage
There is no clear diagnosis of an anger disorder, but the psychiatric diagnostic manual does include “intermittent explosive disorder”, which is characterised by recurrent behavioural outbursts representing a failure to control aggressive impulses. This affects 7.3% of the population at some point in their life and 3.9% in the past 12 months.
Anger, however, is a common clinical presentation that features across an array of different mental health problems, such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, substance use disorders and many more.
If you begin to notice that you are on edge quite a lot, do things that you later regret, are quick to react instead of respond, and that you have people in your life who have told you that you tend to get angry, it might be helpful to do something about it.
The long white sands
It wish I were in Old Hunstanton town
The long white sands the laughing sea the sky.
I can’t go back the yellow gorse has spikes.
I saw the graves of all the seamen drowned
I wish you held my hands in your warm hands
I wish your eyes were gazing into mine.
I wish that we could change the day and time
Walking in the place where sea meets land.
At Blakeney we walked out along the dyke.
When we turned the church was out of sight.
We never got a chance to take a boat.
To see the seals in some place more remote
I wish that we could bring back Norfolk’s light
But we have got the vision and the sight
Reginald Shepherd’s Blog: Why I Write
The last post translated by Google translate
Day, and therefore briefly allocating
Killin' that's what we're saying now
Ah, ah, they did not propose shud and chodchod; but oh
Work, whose unbridled passions will find you burning
s ill i mammy you soon and die
For a reason it will break: and you will bind
Allocking makes me feel ill
Does the mother have the right to make a will?
But I am all yours allooan Pyk
It is a burden for the common people to walk
I'm sorry, my wife humiliated me
Allocking it's a crime ah knowingly intelligent
Where is my daddy that's the pipe
Where do you think Father's jacket is full of smoke?
I want them, my mom s alloooan
You, ed by the horrible answers, er groaned
Where is my cat, and where is my dog?
Where does it come from, if it's cold?
The fact that you think of old clothes and an old hook through a T-shirt
Eeh, God can not be filled with anger?
For God will not allooan all
Never allocs, that is a stone
That's why all of us humans are so angry
lottery for today But it seems ah've been hell and I'm sure
No, the yooman will stay.
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Latin as she is spoke
From Lancashire dialect to Latin
Die, et ideo breviter allocking
Killin quod suus ‘vicis ut nunc dicimus
Ah, ah non shud et chodchod proposuerunt; sed oh
Opus, quod cuius effrenae libidini, invenient te ard
s ill i mammy tibi cito et moriar
A causa enim conteret: et ligabis
Allocking me sentire ill meks
Nonne mater iure testamentum facere?
Ego autem totum tuom est allooan Pyk
Impensis est weear vulgares AMBULO
Allooan sum, mi humiliavit uxorem
Allocking suus scelus ah scitote intelligentes
Ubi mi daddy quod suus ” ‘sit pipe
Ubi est Pater iaccam plena fumigant putas?
Illi volo, mi mam s alloooan
Vos, ed responsis horrent divum er gemitus
Ubi mi cat, et ubi canis mi
Ubi iscatur, rhoncus ea pallio, si frigus?
Factum ‘putas veteres pannos et antiqua aduncum per’ T vestimento
Eeh, Deus non potest repleti sunt ira?
Deus enim non omnes allooan
Numquam allocks, qui est lapis
Ut ‘quare omnes nos homines ut irata
lottery for todaySed videtur ah’ve inferos et certus sum
Nil, yooman manebunt.