The Lord’s my Shepherd,I’ll not scratch.
Oh, raise me with words
Underneath the arches,I’ll sit and eat my shoe.
Scarlet ribbons made her glare.
Guardian angels set heaven alight.
Wraiths of our fathers ‘ living bill.
God blessed our Hope
Yesterpray.
Welcome to the Communist State of Diarrhea.
You keep sewing your way.
In search of lost crimes with Marred Cell Pouffe.
A still small choice .
Ezekiel,why are you Lear?
My fiance was a Jew until he met me.Then there were three.His mother made a big impression on me… with her shoe!
Don’t believe all I write.I have blurred derision and fantasy.
The Lord’s my shepherd,so he taunts.

Ezekiel sits on the floor eating an orange 

He has four teeth, he can stand up.

He can’t walk yet but he dances.

He’s as tall as the table 

What are you thinking Ezekiel? 

You are murmuring and muttering

You are singing and whispering

Speaking in words and sentences is in a way or diminishment of all this.

I can see what we lose as we grow older

Oh happy,Ezekiel, you like oranges.

You want something and it appears as if by magic.

It appears as if you created it.

Be our guest

I bought a talking watch because I couldn’t read The Watch face but I forgot I am also hard of hearing

My phone is too big to fasten to my wrist

Can you get braille watches? Combined with hearing aids….

By this stage of life maybe you don’t need to know what time it is

Can’t we be like animals going by the sun and the moon?

, Now therapy usurps the place of faith

And into our own minds, we’re told to delve

Whatever we now think, we have to say it In that way, Freud thinks we find a truer self. The therapist is like a looking glass

They just reflect whatever we have bared.

But if we look to long, it comes to pass

That Satan and his devils are prepared.

They may enchant us into false self love

To value pride and then deceive our souls;

Yet to humble people comes the holy dove.

And self-forgetting is what makes us whole.

Confused, alarmed and reckless with despair.

Look out, not in, and find salvation there

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 wrecks 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 fruits of love within my heart.

Sorrow will not tear me into parts