LOVE AND PAIN - JF

This love, wrong understood

Oft' turned my joy to pain,

I tried to throw away the bud,

But the blossom would remain

                                              John Clare, "Love's Pains," 1844

ON BOOKS AND WINE

                                  He sits in a beautiful parlor.

With hundreds of books on the wall;

He drinks a great deal of Marsala,

But never gets tipsy at all.

Edward Lear = "How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear," 19871

TO BE TRUE

“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.” 

Mathew Arnold - Dover Beach

THE CHOICE

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God’s new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
And the choice goes by forever ’twixt that darkness and that light.	25
Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand,
Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet ’tis Truth alone is strong,
And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her throng
Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong. J, R. Lowell

AND WE HAVE SEEN HOW THEY HAVE CHOSEN 

IVANKA

INVAKA

VAPID BITCH

I WAIT

 I SEEM TO SPEND MY LIFE WAITING

      I AM ALWAYS WAITING FOR…



          The Redline   The 71 or 73 Bus

          The Doctor   A call from a lover

          An email from a friend   The mail

          A book to arrive   An appointment

          A cheque to clear   The concert to start

         The concert to end   A friend to arrive

         The day to start    The drink to arrive

         The pain to end    My sight to return

         My anxiety to abate The storm to end

         Janet to come home   Matt to arrive

                                                AND I WAIT TO DIE

LIFE LOVE LOSS

“I have seldom been heart-free and life without love for me has always seemed like an operation without anaesthetic. I have been inclined to regard that condition as the justification of existence and the one that takes priority over all other ideologies.”

Love the most generous passion of the mind,

    That cordial drop heaven in our cup has thrown

  To make the nauseous draught of life go down