I’d like to die of joy, the shock the thrill

Do you know that love intense can kill?

The beauty of cathedrals lit at night

To some others this is an awful sight

Our legs give way we fall into the dust

I’d like to go that way if go I must.

They say god’s in the details I believe.

Empty, knowing nothing, we receive

Mary buys x pairs of trousers[ for all those people who tell me they are afraid of x,y and z

Mary goes shopping for trousers.
Let number of pairs of trousers bought = x
If Mary has £60 and price of trousers=£12
How many pairs of trousers can Mary buy?
12x =60
6x=30
3x=15
1x =5

Usually we leave out the 1 and write x=5 QED

So Mary can buy 5 pairs of trousers.This is algebra
Is it sensible to buy 5 pairs of identical trousers? That is not mathematics.It might be common senses,ethics,foolishness or wisdom.
That is a more complex question like this one ” Save money:buy 2 get one free” when you don’t even need one!

Further,should Mary draw her life savings out and buy 1,000 pairs of trousers?
Clearly not so where should she draw the line? Because ladies get tired of their clothes and how long is Mary going to live? And she is depriving 999 other ladies of a pair of trousers as well.That is worth thinking about but it’s not mathematics,is it?
From this we can conclude that algebra is easier than other problems we deal with.Don’t say maths is hard! It’s easier than ethics and morals and wisdom
Amen
Now we will pray for all those we have offended on FB today!

Parallel lines will meet in a crack

Once I have found one I rarely go back

The ice in the winter the heat of the day

The cracks in the pavement have something to say.

A familiar as faces we loved in our youth

The heart recognises emotional truth.

When I walk up the street where we used once to play

I feel I’m a stranger, one born yesterday.

Where is our cousin with asthma severe?

Where are the children who used to play here?

Too quickly the clock has turned it’s long hands

Blindly we dream,by the flow of the sand.

Where is our mother who stood by the gate?

She called out our names but I’ve left it too late.

A black and white cat has come into my house

I hope it will see otf the rat and the mouse.

Dandelions rise from the cracks in the spring.

I prefer winter the ice that will sing

1 Fell off writers’ block into a pit of tigers.Bad layout.
2.Strangled by over-loving cat.Verdict: guilty
3.Large bottle of ink bounced back off wall . thus broke skull.Suicide denied by dead man or wife as appropriate [Delete one]
4 Forgot to eat while writing long novel.Was not worth it
5 Forgot to sleep owing to inspiration.Stupid despite possessing unique ​genius
6.Killed by malfunction of new laptop.[Can be returned to Amazon free when body is removed]
7.Tried to meditate and fell out of the window. Accidental death
8 Tried to clean outside of the window with a microfibre cloth.A pane broke and cut his throat.Incidental death
9 Got depressed by lack of air.Jumped and lost balance killing two cats on the patio.Verdict Unf​air​
10.Thought he was sleepwalking and walked off roof of extension [only just completed].Insurance will be paid.
11.Fainted in church and was used as a human sacrifice.Jesus wept
12 Hit head on bannister while falling down the stairs.Euthanasia while dizzy.Resurrection imminent
13.Fought off wife but bitten by the dog .Both dead.Verdict, pointless end.
14 Wrote a best seller, got drunk and died of shock!
15 His website was declared a threat to humanity.Died of shame.

From the dazzling dark comes our new year

A performance both liturgical and spare
Candle light in darkness,ancient ,new
Illuminated shadows of despair

Enter in the ones who loss can bear
Do not cross them out, nor make them skew
The performance,ah liturgical , ah spare

From the dazzling dark comes our new year
When will be the last of my own few?
lluminate and fear not bleak despair

We do not let the fear of feelings bare
Abbreviate the pleasure , lose the clue.
A performance mute, liturgical and spare

Candles in the darkness, how so fair?
Dark and light combine, Da Vinci drew
Eliminate excesses of despair

In the little crib the light was blue
Another, holier world is here and now
A performance both liturgical and spare
Illuminated shadows of despair

I like syntax,I like  structure

Elegance with signs of fracture.

I like writing with a pen

I like ink,just now and then,

 

I like shape and I like form.

Architectural sentence born

I like writing  to the dead.

Only in my dreams in bed.

 

I like frames and I like order

I like pictures with a border.

I like writing on my sheets.

Memories that will not keep.

 

I like finding what I think.

Eloquence makes grown men blink.

I prefer to talk and sing.

Did you hear my wedding ring?

In summer time when sun do shine

I’m happy on my own