I wish to live despite my love has died

And I have no-one but a cat to feed and stroke.

In memory my love will long abide

Though as I write I feel my spring has broke.

My grammar and my spelling are perverse

I used to make religion out of these.

But now I feel that life is getting worse.

As if my heart’s been stung by monstrous bees

In such a state my words may get confused

My sentences are senseless as they’re writ

And as for syntax, it is now abused

As round this room the ghosts of lovers flit.

My grammar is not perfect yet it be

Sad I can say just the same of me

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You revealed the face within your face
Human,lowly,humbler than an ant
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze

The other face, defended, has no grace
With it ,you appear quite confident.
Yet you revealed to me your hidden face

I know now of the suffering of your days
The pain of tragic pasts feared imminent
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze

The Lord says you’re his lamb and sends you grace.
Yet you must hide from men intolerant
You revealed the face within your face

Like Jesus, you were scourged and in disgrace
You wandered feebly,lost, itinerant
The pathos in your eyes makes sad my days

If God exists then would he not embrace
The lost, the lonely, even the vagrant?
You revealed the face within your face
The pathos in your eyes makes humans base.

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The joy of trauma.

Born to die.

Be your suffering self.

Born to sin.

Kill your real self.

Detach your own retina.

Scramble your own Brain

How to go to hell.

How to see Gaza

Born to hate.

Do a degree in suffering and win

Your boundary is also my boundary