Why
Why did Jesus have to break the bread?
They needed a good recipe plus a bread bin
Why
Why did Jesus have to break the bread?
They needed a good recipe plus a bread bin
I am afraid
Of intelligent people
Including
Myself
Is there a reason ?
Is it helpful?
A tree that kills its beighbour with its juice
Without a mind, its morals seem quite loose
Nature varies,there is an excuse
We all wish to to live so death abuse
I have had urine infection
for a while but so far they can’t find an antibiotic suitable.
I am on penicillin for infected cannula wound
They did not use the cannula at all
Now I have suffered 4 or 5 days
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 ?
they said not
like how I presented my thesis
i said.
Throw the gift box away


The airs not àir but tears of melting glass .
Falling on the people as they pass
They said my thesis was too long
I said
Just read half of each page
I do not like laburnums yellow stare
i realise my hatred is unfair.
Maybe tins of custard are insane
I shall not risk the loss of supine blame
i wish the chestnut trees were full. with red
Soon they will be golden then the leaves are shed
shuffling my old shoes I love the sound
Soon once famous leaves are underground
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
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 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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 !
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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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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
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.
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.
And their mystical…
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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
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.
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?