Within and without.

Confusion is not entirely within a person.It is affected by the setting or context.

Also being given an enema just befor being in moved to a different place is not a good idea Would you like that ? All your crap running out in the corridors.Is they insensitive or what ?

Rain your self in

Compulsive talkers have trouble reigning in their speech

The Queen has rained for many yares and long may she content you

This window needs new pains soon

My wife is in labour the waiters have broken and are running down her legs

Get a broom quick

Will gorse do?

Do what ,,, pass water.

Anyone can pass it jji by nun

But few can swim

Immature though old

Apparently I’m old

But I’m still immature

And I have noone to hold

And too much to endure.

Cannot I be bold

Erotic, chaste impure

I’m alone with my own soul

I think about me you all

My lover is too tall

Or else I am too. small

It’s relative I call

But lead can turn to gold

I miss you

I miss you how I miss you how I miss

i wish that I could feel your honey Kiss

I wish we were in Richmond in the rain

the place your family came from,little lanes

i wish we were in York,the minster lit

as the choir sang nearby we would sit

i like to go to Mickle gate, the house

then there is the Ouse so swif so loose

When my voice trembles  

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When words no longer work

wonder

wish

want

When words won’t come

compensate

contrive

When my voice breaks

snaps

sunders

strains

When I want to talk

touch

tenderly

towards

But you are not able

about

abandoned

absent

You are no longer

listening

live

longing

When I need to find a meaning

In the shape

form

structure

But I ‘m stranded

Stuck

Sucked under

Swallowed

Then I reach out to you

I want your touch

tenderness

tranquillity

temerity

Sometimes words don’t seem enough

endless

empty

emotive

ejaculatory

Yet words can console

conjure

quilt

charm

captivate

cover.

Stretch out your hand

across the emptiness

and touch me with your fingers

friendship

faithfulness

forgiveness

frailty

fever

touch my heart with words

and I will hope

expect

await

be grateful

grave

garbed in joy

When words don’t feel enough

When all we want is touch

Or to see

sigh

sob

sing

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Not there

I reach out for the silver phone again
But you are not there

My hand is lonely in the empty air

I bring it back to my lap

I did not know I would not hear your voice again

Our conversations dead too.

I am glad I forgave you

I wanted you to let go easily

Had not thought the phone was no use to the dear dead ones

I can’t believe my mischievous boy grew old

Took Ill,suffered
Died

Oh can you not come back?

My hand looks delicate like a flower

My ears feel hot

I can’t hear you any more.

You are gone

Why is it hard to believe this?

Why is loss so hard?

Spell spolling

She can’t even spell spilling

Or spill spelling

Funny how atheistically is like aesthetically in spelling

Are you an aesthete?

No I am a Mormon
Why ?

It is easier to spell

That is stupid.

Why?

Marxist is easier

I don’t agree

I guess it was having X as the unknown in algebra be that made you anxiou

What is algebra?

An invention of the Arabs.

Or a discovery.

Where was it hidden?

They told noone

I hope they don’t find more

Why not ?

Like from Algebra to the Atomic bomb ?

Better to be be apes.

Or apples.

No Ape fell on Newton

No atom Bomb either

So true

With the boys

Once you took me up by Anglezarke

we lit a fire alongside a small stream

Heard close by the song of a skylark

The heather glowed its purple for the bees

O happy day when I was with the boys

Out on Pennine edges on the Moors
Boys got much more freedom

better toys

And the mystery of the hills

which still allures

We walked down into Chorley, took a bus

Surprised by bliss my eyes could see afresh

Don’t lie so still

Ah,brother I don’t want you to lie still

No blood to circulate,no thoughts,no will

No help,no humour.jokes no

sharp true eye

From our old shared pram,to live, to die.

I used to do your homework

late at night

Abstract thought to you was no delight.

You wondered over X and y and z

Preferred the shapes of Nature in your. head.

I shall retain the memories of the good

You who taught me speech and hate and love

Goldenrod

On Sunday we would stroll to old Deane Road

My brother used to speak in. Code

My baby sister in her pram so bold

Now both have died and passed away

I can’t forget the golden rods and Mum’s coat frayed

The cemetery where we used to pray

Now Mum is dead will there be room for me

I prefer to lie beneath my tree

I hope I shall be eaten like the Host

Though I am no Saviour I have done my best

And crave the peace of nature and her rest.

The church bells ring again in harmony

Asking for some peace and charity

I rode on Daddy s shoulders held his ears

He sang and whistled I wished he was still here

Let the good

Do not wear a bin bag in the snow

You need sheepskin boots on an ice flow

Better think of summer and bright lights

The sun will rise and set but not at night

Blakeny is in Norfolk which we love

Air,sky sea will mingle for our good

Whaaaat to wear

Camel coats are just the thing today

Don’t worship in it,can a camel pray?

Better to wear wool,it does no ill

Don’t mate with rams, they are not on the pill

Some wear leather some wear plastic boots

Never marry either duck or coot

Vinyl keeps the rain out very well

If you meet a grape vine do not tell

Goldenrod

On Sunday we would stroll to old Deane Road

My brother used to speak in.his own code

My baby sister in her pram so bold

Now both have died and passed away

I can’t forget the golden rods and Mum’s coat frayed

The cemetery where we used to pray

Now Mum is dead will there be room for me

I prefer to lie beneath my own

I hope I shall be eaten like the Host

Though I am no Saviour I have done my best

And crave the peace of nature and her rest.

The church bells ring again in harmony

Asking for some peace and charity

I rode on Daddy s shoulders held his ears

He sang and whistled I wished he was still here

No charity

Doctor I have a fraction in my leg

Learn decimals

i broke my crown

Two halves ? .

No three quarters

Doc I lost my mind

It is in your brain

i lost that too

Sorry There is no hope

How can I live ?

Keep breathing.

Doctor I can’t breathe

A miracle !

All you need to succeed is to do things differently.

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Basically. all you need to succeed is to do things differently.
So, with your clothes, you wear your underwear on top  of your outerwear.Like Madonna’s corset
There is a problem.. your outwear will get dirty next  to your naked  body.So you wear antiperspirant all over and after 2 days you die.Also it’s hard to walk in a skirt when you have underpants on top and even harder to use a bathroom.Still you will get noticed
And it’s not yoiur old white cotton underwear.You need bright satin and silk

Still when the undertaker lays you  out, they will know who you are because the media tracked you and put your photo on the front page
You’ll be famous but dead.What more can anyone desire?

Nobody wil chase you like they did Princess Diana.

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Part 2
Write a novel…

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Love your fill

Take an aspidestra after food

Clear your mind of thoughts and never Brood

Rumination is a foolish skill

You are not a cow not daffodil

Do not eat roast beef with my pencil

Do not steal a penny from the till

Do not leave potatoes in your Will

Learn to spell Inferno what the hell

Another mind

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From time and place and season I am lost,
Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn
.Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,
Nor label me with epithets of scorn.

For usual paths lead to the usual place.
the safest way to live and perhaps to die,
But wandering through the woods I find new space
and in wild grasses with the fox I lie

.Through distant trees, I see a way to go
As narrow as a slit in pale limestone
.I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow
.My courage rises even as I groan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find
Another way,a place,another mind.

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Destruction

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Wakening up,remembering.
The rain falls onto the windows like an angel’s tears
Thinking all the time,it was a bargain they wanted
.. not this…….not this… no,no
Is there a name for this destruction
which destroys also those who commit such acts?

A haunted Europe;Britain
the interfering empire,grasping at the world’s wealth
have made a patchwork out of Eden
Here where man began to be civilised
where we learned to make an aleph bet
and to write on scrolls
where God spoke from the fire
Why is it here that the hate is so strong?
What did we steal from these Arabs
when we bought their oil and made them wealthy
Materially,only; they had the wealth of knowledge and learning; they who invented the abstractions of mathematics?How have they become who they are?

And from those learned Jews when we plundered their religion
their Book and their G-d.
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Touch me again

My hand reached out to touch you but all there was was air

I stared into the garden and see the birds fly off

I can’t tell you any thoughts like the ones we used to share

Are they bound for Africa, àre they plump enough?

I call out for your tender touch,I ask you to come back

All there is is silence,no love to fill my lack

I cry out for your presence now but you are flying too

I have to do this part alone

I don’t have a clue

Judgement.

I saw a London ambulance go by

I wonder who will live and who will die

On Yom Kippur God writes upon a scroll

The ones who will be cut off or made whole.

Who knows they have been living without heed

Thinking not. about their neighbour’s needs,,,?

We can look out if we feel. It free from fear

That is hard when demons seem to leer.

Who are you ,?

Officer,my vocation is to care for the dying

Surely God doesn’t want you to shoot them first

Well, people live too long

Too long for what ?

For me to be practice my vocation

I think there is something wrong with you

But also something right?

Who are you, Wittgenstein ?

Never heard of dear Ludwig

Neither have I.

What a paradox!

What else have you never heard of?