When you died,I lost my time and place Floating round and round without a guide No longer on a track but out in space
Emptiness so vast, I felt debased I was a speck of dust in air to float When you died,I lost my time and place
Where have gone that home, our hearts, our base? Who has got the means to love evoke, No longer on a path but out in space?
Almost human,suffering, disgraced Isolated,nailed, impaled, he broke When God dies there’s no time left nor place
For such agony we have no taste Take a cigarette, grief hides in smoke No longer on the earth but lost in space
On my words, my grief has made me choke I cannot eat,I cannot even walk When you died,I lost my time and place No longer in our home, what is this space?
When I saw you waiting in that cafe
I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were
specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;you don’t love me anymore.
I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;you don’t love me anymore.
I saw you on the station as I came from out the train.
You wore an old green parka to protect you from the rain.
I wanted to be one with you,to make a Love entire;
But what we did was create pain; your love did not endure
You walked away so quickly,I could not see you long.
I wish I had a big guitar to draw you back with song.
I looked at where you disappeared;what love has loss revealed?
I wish I could just lay down on this floor to keep my face concealed.
Railway stations sadden me, for I know we’ll never meet .
I won’t cry more,for tears are running straight down to my feet.
I walk fast looking straight ahead past that entrance gate,
I pretend that you have missed your train,that work was running late.
I count from one and one up to a thousand million more–
But I know for sure it's far too late; you have closed that heavy door.
You are hiding in a dungeon
You are covered with white steel
But I know you had a heart and you must surely feel.
I lost all my illusions, and then I lost some more.
I wish I could lay down and die,right here on this floor
After his slow death,I woke up sad A hand was clutching tightly round my heart The pain came, with the tears like Noah’s flood
But sometimes I wake up feeling calm and glad I feel you are still here, but panic starts When I remember that which made me sad
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Unfeeling friends call long time mourners bad As if they have got access to some chart The pain came, with the tears few understood
Oh, get us to the Asylum,we are mad You think that, but weeping heals the hurt After his calm death,I woke up sad
Beware the dawn when you are feeling good The heart and mind are numb, they seem remote The pain returns, the tears will wet your bed
Here is his brown jacket, here his coat I feel them with my hands, as tight my throat After his sweet death,I woke up sad The tears will flow forever in full flood
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone. I miss the touch of love from him so dear | | A rack of metal pins brought me tears Why suffer this till I am quite undone? My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
We forget that grief is close to fear When alone, we panic, what’s to come? I ache without the love from him so dear
Psychotic, with no unity, who steers? My head is so remote,I have no plan My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
Cursed be the One who made our sphere Since Eden went,by so called sin undone I ache without the love from someone dear
I should get my cell, St.Julian Hid inside the church wall, does Love come? My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
Aldeburgh,Sizewell,Dunwich Heath The nuclear bomb shall bring eternal peace Housed between the town and the Reserve Its blackness is ignored by little birds If force deters, then we shall all be saved Or this our world will vanish without trace Innocently playing on the shore Children find old marble unrestored
Birds may sense the blackness of our hearts For, even though unused, the bombs take part They are here where Britten once composed And so the sanctuary ends unsaved,destroyed In between the lover and his rose A screen electric in the silence glows
Joe Biden at his son’s funeral from the Guardian Newsaper
She kept a SIM card in her vest It kept warm against her chest But if she put her smart phone there Its ringing sound would curl men’s hair Every body stares
How much does a SIM card know As the numbers go by slow Is it proof you are a thief If you hide it in your briefs? Noone even cares
What a peaceful world it was Just the radio and God No landline phone,no TV set Wilfred Pickles, what no net? Never cared to dare
Playing rounders in the road Helping mother with her load Learning how to stitch a hem Buttons that came off now and then Just another year
Now it’s USB cords fine Sign yourself up , wi fi time Get connected to someone From Palestine to Wellington Photos are the lure
Time has shrunk, our posts impinge Messages and twenty rings I have three phones in my bag One for mother, one for dad They are dead but I ain’t sad It’s much worse,I’m going mad. Oh,everybody shares
Doctor, I saw my husband againlast nightI ’I ‘m afraid the NHS can’t help you. But he’s an hallucination.Can’t I have an electric block? Do stop showing off.I already know you taught Philosophy at Cambridge That’s why I am like this. Like what? Peculiar. You seem charming to me/ I can’t have that on the NHS. You are correct there. You’ll have to become private But I have paid tax all my adult life. That was not intended for creating a love life for old people Well, that is better than using it to buy material for bombs You make it seem like the Government are terrorists Well, white is white and black is black.Fuzzy logic, bring it back.Yes in a very real sense they are Terrorists. I see you need some very major tranquillisers I have stemetil for vertigo Take the whole box. Doctor,I usually take the pills.Maybe YOU need help Stop playing with words I will play with anything I choose if it is free. Are you praying on the NHS No, I only do it at home Can we not haggle? No I can’t afford it.I’ll go to church, that is free Hurry or they will sell them to Trump. I don’t think G-d would like that What’s G-d got to do with it? All and nothing ,I fear Whatever can be said,can be said simply. But most things can’t be said And so say all of us Thanks,Wittgenstein. That is my cat! What wit What a twit The end
“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.” ― Ludwig Wittgenstein“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.” ― Ludwig Wittgenstein
Your eyes are sharp as razors boiled in wrath It’s easy to provoke but less to soothe My hair is protein, do not rip it off
You think you are above us yet we laugh Your hair curls tightly. men don’t like it smooth Your eyes are sharp as razors boiled in wrath
Though my hair is tangled I’ve no moths I have no lice, nor eggs,so do not brood My hair is protein, do not cut it off
You’ll catch nineteen germs if someone coughs Stay in Lockdown, banish those who feud Your eyes are sharp as needles boiled in wrath
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Take your steely look and make it love Our eyes can with such kindness be imbued My hair is protein,I must be a Goth
Life is wasted when we start to feud Or stick like needles in the rounded gtoove Your eyes are sharp as hawks sent up in wrath O tragic world,men hate more than they love
Loneliness is only known to man When he burns the copper frying pan From the marriage bed he’s tossed aside For pans are more important to a wife
Yet if she breaks their lovely china plates He is not allowed to castigate Oh,men! That is a phrase I hate Generalising is a crude mistake
Now I am alone, I’ve burned eight pans I broke the dinner plates with careless plans I broke the special mugs we loved so much All because I missed his soothing touch
The memories fill my heart with love and light In my dreams he comes into my sight
I burned eight pans while I daydreamed in grief I meant to cook my dinner while I wrote My attention was too sparse,a narrow brief I burned eight pans while I swam in deep grief This war on objects makes my mind a thief Where once love lived, I see his empty coat. I burned eight pans while knocked about by grief I tried to cook my supper I saw smoke
What is very sad is to realise 48 million people voted for Donald Trump and their hatred or rage won”t disappear whatever happens. So we will have to remain calm,try not to get ssucked in
Sembra molto, ma 65 milioni di persone vivono qui, quindi sono circa 1,5 ciascuno. Un numero senza contesto è difficile da interpretare. Poi di nuovo, alcune persone usano foglie [da vecchi libri}
Ti consiglio di andare in bagno quando sei fuori, se possibile, purché sia pulito o per uomini
provare il giardino sul retro di tanto in tanto finché i droni di Google Maps non ci sono
Non smettere di bere acqua, tè, ecc. Poiché la disidratazione è pericolosa. Il riscaldamento centrale asciuga l'aria.
Ho quasi scritto Central Hating, perché dovrebbe essere?
It seems a lot but 65 million people live here so it’s about 1.5 each.A number without a context is hard to interpret.Then again, some people use leaves [ from old books} I advise you to go to the toilet when you are out if possible as long as it is clean or for men try the back garden now and then as long as Google Maps drones are not there Do not stop drinking water, tea etc as dehydration is dangerous.Central Heating dries the air.
I became a lover of Leonard Cohen after my husband died.I used to listen for hours Then the day before Trump became President.LC died after falling
I am glad he didn’t have to live through the past four years as he had cancer I could believe he died because he knew what dreadful things would happen in the USA and then also in Europe and the UK
The force of habit cripples human thought Habit runs along a well oiled rail Resist the easy path, be whom you ought The force of habit cripples human thought Predictions then are truth by cunning sought As the heavy hammer hits the nail The force of habit cripples human thought Habit sends us down the nearest rail
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone. I miss the touch of love from him so dear | | A rack of metal pins brought me tears Why suffer this till I am quite undone? My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
We forget that grief is close to fear When alone, we panic, what’s to come? I ache without the love from him so dear
Psychotic, with no unity, who steers? My head is so remote,I have no plan My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
Cursed be the One who made our sphere Since Eden went,by so called sin undone I ache without the love from someone dear
I should get my cell, St.Julian Hid inside the church wall, does Love come? My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced Uncaressed by him whom I held dear,
Down the kitchen stairs they carried you Two men were enough, the coffin crew I wanted to take off the lid to see If Daddy was asleep. had not left me
Mute and frozen I stood like a stone In this the place we loved and made a home We knelt down by the fire to say night prayers The flames stood up like fingers in the air
The soot fell down, we had a little brush To sweep the ash,remains of forests crushed. Later grand-dad died , my brothers pale Carried his dear coffin down the aisle
Imagined into being by the Mass Jesus whispered when the storm had passed
Boris Johnson combed his hair today I knelt down and said my morning prayers Then I saw that Trump is even worse I knelt down and made my morning curse
Why do we put trust in men who lie Who tweet at night and out the sentence flies Insomniacs are better reading books Or wondering how their bulbs are going to look
I have many books inside my head Who takes them out when I feel I am dead? All the fantasies not yet fulfilled And the pile of umpteen unpaid bills It’s hard to prepare one’sself for sudden death My advice is not to lose your breath
I picked his brains… Oh, was there a large choice?
I am picking my daughter up at the Station Why, does she weigh less there? I can’t decide between the Isle of Man & the Isle of Wight I suggest the Isle of Purbeck I’ve never heard of it Well, you have now
I decided on the Menu Stop trampling my cards.
My husband was very infectious With what? Laughter! I must amuse myself I’d like to amuse you How? By trying to make love But you’re a cripple Yes, that is why it amuses people You mean you’ve done it before I am 85 so it would be odd if I had never done it before Even odder if you did it now with your arthritis and your weak heart At least I’d die laughing.
I tried to read his mind Do you have special spectacles? No, just a special imagination I saw him kissing a woman at the Station Maybe the hotels were all full I committed adultery three times I expected better of you Well,I am sure I can do it 20 times given time As long as you are not doing time
You are the most handsome man I’ve never seen
Don’t make a scene How about a Heard? What of, cows? I can’t hear you. Come closer I don’t know what you think I am.But I’m not
Shall we eat in bed? As long as we don’t have to sleep on the Table More so if it is log table I was afraid of that book of tables Could you not understand? Yes,I not understand very well.I got degree in it Wow, you must be clever I just don’t understand anything Congratulations
My brother broke my finger and he set my hair on fire He put it out with urine from the baby’s pot, the Liar He stole the meat from off my plate and stuffed in his mouth He still denies he hurt me but I will tell the truth
When my leg was broken, he asked me for a race I only realised later that his motives could be base He ran away and left me, on the way to school I was knocked down by a bicycle, my suffering was cruel
He stole my books, he mocked my choir, he criticised and lied I might tell you other things I have bottled up inside But one fine day I got a grant to go away to learn I bought myself a pair of shoes and my luck seemed to turn
Later on, he told me that he loved me very much He had been to Cambridge where he’d studied double Dutch
How can you read road sign from a car Do stay for tea and our cats’ seminar I used to live in Bury but I moved However hard you try. this can’t be proved.
I saw a shapeless form come through the door O M G I’ve seen this form before If it’s black if foretells of a death If it’s white it is your frozen breath I felt such shame I blushed inside and out Please accept my feelings of grave doubt I read a book of Sayings of the Wise I may be old yet I can still surprise
The psalms are mostly works of love and hate Civil disobedience makes me late When we buried father we all cried So much so, we felt someone had died
Life is brief so buy a multi-pack Knickers are so useful in the Dock I’m a burglar,I steal people’s clothes Bur knickers second hand are far too gross What Art are you accused of, asked the Judge I dropped the brush and so my work was smudged The troubled waters used up all my oil A pity I forgot to make them boil I was angry so I killed a ghost Is that murder or a dream composed? The Jury are divided by a lack Love might come if it can find a crack
