Jeezuz him say, man, love all thy fellow rappers

mandering my gerries –just need a standard for my bog!

might sound as dry as desert sand,or equally, excuse the pun, deserted…but no, it holds a lively story:the Christian world, gearing upto tell the AD/CE world the bestest news;the fervent, eager converts, wanting onlythe time to cultivate their fledgling souls…so where to retreat for this – the monasteries, of course..wrong. The monasteries became compulsoryrecruiting grounds…

generous with their invitations;we, happy to partake of their lavish lifestyle,their buffet food, their wine, their décor…for which, we paid in a grubby coinage:from cocktails to liqueurs,the captive audience for their literate, spotlight centered abuseof one another.. the complicity of it allmade my fresh underwear feel dirty..outside, after, in the street,the rain came down;how sweet…

‘Excuse me…? ? ‘Words are fun.If your child’s school reportdeclared him or her‘inept, inert, inchoate, and indolent’you’d have a fairly clear pictureof how things are;the negatives survive,as more useful(ah, sad reflection…)and then there are the wordsthat have reversed their meaningsby some really interestingbut alas never yet chartedhuman failing:‘nice’ once meant stupid and ignorant;‘silly’ once meant…

Yet my listening’s better –‘cos my hearing is worse.Will it improvemy writing verseif my listening’s betterthough my hearing is worse?But, on the bright side – I’mtruth’s creditor, not debtor:my hearing’s worsebut my listening is better…

that joins our actions to the heaven above;that constant love which shall for ever stand?I see two inward signs above all else:the first, expansion of the bounds of mindso that no barrier stands ‘twixt that and this,‘twixt one and t’other, or ‘twixt ‘mine’ and ‘thine’;the second sign, a fine attention broughtto every single action, every…