Love thinking about you.
Love,thinking about you
Love thinking,about you……
Thinking about you,love.
Thinking love about you.
You, thinking about love.
You thinking about love?
You love thinking about….
You about,thinking love?
About you,love,thinking.
About thinking,love you.
Come love,stop thinking.
How come there’s love about?
Think about it
‘Attend to what love requires of you which may not be great busyness.’
When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When lovers lie and break my woman’s heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path
. Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When my love lies and wrecked all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.
I have the fruit of love within my heart.
Sorrow will not tear me into parts
The hedge was very big but the light came through
I heard that laughter, knew that it was you
Happy sound that pop surprised me with its joy
I had not heard such laughter since you died
I looked right through the hedge it had no leaves
The laughter was such comfort in my grief
Then I heard your voice you called hello
You sounded happier than I’ve ever known
Instead of a cramped coffin there was space
Everything was open with such grace.
Instead of deep black soil I saw this light
In my dreams I felt you near that night.
Instead of tense contraction I felt free
This little dream was beautiful to me
And if I close my eyes I see it still
Though god himself had died upon a hill.
Eternal life is here on earth I knew
With such gifts we do learn a different view
She asked the Queen Mother if the loss gets better, she replied,
‘It never gets better, but you get better at it.’
The myriad random movements, words and signs
Inanimate, cold blooded,hot or warm
In mystery make the world, complete, designed
From the stars at night, to needles’ eyes
Every size is present eye to horn
The myriad random movements, words and signs
Yet, not robotic, shivering, alive
Like a human baby when new born
In mystery the world is fresh, designed
So every morning we awake surprised
The dreams we had afflict us like flung stones
The random movements, words and latent signs
Are dreams the truth or can the unknown lie?
Are we subject to their nightly roams?
The mystery is the world makes its designs
As the wild geese land at one in storms
The murmurations of the starlings charm
The myriad random movements, words and signs
In mystery make the world, replete,divine
Now we are wondering if we are facing a third world war
And I’m worried about sepsis
Now the times in London is praising Kier starmer when before they despised
And I’m still worried about sepsis
Now Starmer seems to be taking on a worldwide leadership role though not quite the same as Donald Trump
And I’m still worried about sepsis
I don’t like it when they say Starmer has learnt from Trump
I wonder if Trump is worried about sepsis?
The Times is still criticizing the government for charging VAT to private schools and claiming that the teachers in private schools get such lowest salaries they’re having to take second jobs.
Don’t tell me that they have lowered their salaries and made them all frightened of sepsis!
Now like the army with its troops we’ve got to get our immune systems into order
Otherwise we have real world sepsis or to put it in a different form we’ll have a third world war
And I might have died of sepsis
the army depends on its leaders and to some extent they can be controlled
Who can stop my immune system from over functioning and underfunctioning simultaneously leading me to have had three attacks of sepsis
But I’m still alive and I intend to be alive although whether that makes any difference I cannot tell you.
All I can say is I must be very strong but how can I bring some order into chaos and keep everything in balance and not attack the wrong targets and destroy myself
Which in a sense is what sepsis is
As far as I have discovered but for what reason have I begun to get it?
Well I really don’t know because the immune system is not under my direct personal control
Maybe this is why people pray but prayer can only give us strength it cannot directly change the world.
I will not keep thinking about sepsis
I will submit to the will of God whatever that means it’s certainly not within my willpower to prevent the third world war
Not to stop myself from getting sepsis again
All of these things are very expensive and everybody is angry about paying tax etc
The readers of the times are angry about poor people pretending to be mentally ill in order to get sickness benefits
It seems that they do not require any evidence of proof of their beliefs.
They just know everything by intuition and absolutely certain that they are right
Which is rather stupid really
Maybe their lives have been very hard so they’re jealous of the poor after all the poor don’t feel the cold so they don’t need shoes on their feet and they don’t need blankets on their beds either
A one day they might get sepsis for all I know
Live like a butterfly
Dance like a bee
Shout to the world
It’s me me me
How my heart sings 