Before the Fall, my auto biography part 1

In my End,. part 2

My beginning,,… My after life

Love all . If possible

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We fear to ask for what we need

Yet life goes by and will not come again

Affected by the mists of all the pain

We must not turn to crime nor torture,maim

Let hope come down like clear sweet summer rain

Be innocent of eye for what we read

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We defer our own demands or even needs

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my own life force would go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again

I ignored the sky today

It ignores me too

If you ignore me anymore

I’ll do the same to you

The sky now nondescript is mostly grey.

If clouds could speak I wonder what they’d say.

Without words,how can they speak to us?

Their world is shapes, what is their life of love?

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In my mind he’s both alive and dead

At Xmas time allow me to be sad

Learned helpfulness in humans

Innate helplessness in humans.

Conditioned hopefulness in humans

Natural hopefulness in humans

Teach yourself hopefulness

Teach yourself hostility

Host your own blog

How to look hostile without really trying

Where is the heavenly Host?

By Katherine

By Katherine

Learned helplessness in rats

The hopelessness of Love.

Cooking for Dummies

Improve your memory in 5 steps

The Stage of Grief.Act yourself better.

Imitations of God.

How Pan became Satan.

The Hitler of Notting Hill.

Don’t wet your knickers yet.

Touching yourself and feeling touched by Love

They hung my bag of urine on the frame

This can be your handbag one proclaimed

Gone the fertile womb desired by men

Mocked like Jesus Christ, I fell again

Vast soft clouds move slowly past the trees

Call this a wind? It’s just Christmas breeze.

On the ground the patterned paper lies

Torn away too quickly with sharp cries

Are we so bereft we cannot wait?

We must begin again, it’s not too late

Xmas comes and goes and so do we

All is satisfactory I see

The blackbird hides inside the rose marie

Like the flowers so wild they live now free

The sky a pale blood stain almost washed out

Threatens me with its dull gloom and hints of death

Describe this now, the sky called out to me

Copper clouds turn pale above the tree

No motion but a trembling of the boughs

And leaves that shake by rhythm well endowed

So I bought a pen with murderous ink

As I wrote the sun began to sink

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The interaction of the sun and soil

Gave life to seeds and to the birth so Royal

So this tree I look upon with joy

Grew beside the house and did not fail

Is it true that our lives and jobs are so much faster now than in the past that we need to relax and even learn special techniques to do so?

Is my life harder than my grandfathers who spent 50 years in a coal mine?

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He did not have to mark exam papers he did not take work home.

Neither did his son who was a train driver

Still our leader has to work in his own garden drinking wine

What a tough life Telling lies and trying to remember them

And women, lying with them.

Having more children How does he relax!

My soul is immortal but not my body

That is a poor design but better than an immortal body and mortal soul

We will die to make room for others.

Very charitable I say!

The fading hour of daylight has arrived

At 4;pm we start the endless night

Just had my two vaccinations one in each arm

The carer kept knocking on the

catheter which hurts (she was wàshing me)

When I winced she said

You had better get used to it. It will always hurt

But she was wrong.It depends on the carer

An icy hand has gripped me by throat

I am filled anguish as I choke

Whose cold hand is this,and why attack

My very breath, my living with this lack

We need to wash the sky, it’s black as pitch

I am just a part time working witch

Water from the river will suffice

Yet we don’t want to have to wash it twice

Do you repent?

I’d rather resent.

Are you a sinner?

Compared to whom?

Do you go to Church?

Thought you were going to say

in Church.

I try not too.They need a bathroom.

Surely it’s not that long

What?

The Service.

I’ve never been served in Church.

No we get saved in Church if and only if it is on a Cloud.

Otherwise we get saved whilst we work.

Not in bed?

No Cloud has Space

Can’t they buy a bigger one.?

Who are they?

Does God forgive every one?

Only every other one

Does God like me?

How could we know,?

So don’t go getting yourself crucified.

Why am I here?

It is where the armchair is

I didn’t mean it that way

I meant what is the meaning of my life?

They will tell you after death

Who are they?

I don’t know yet

The Beatles were an elastic Band

who preyed on guitars at night

Their lyrics were originally poems

Like the Tongue of Songs

The old wisteria makes a canopy

With my love I hid there wild and free

Then we sat in silent levity

The waiter brought iced cake and Earl Grey tea

A water fountain gurgled happily

Yet soon I was alone Andy so was he