America captures the hearts minds money of the Never endings of Never Prey on the Prey

A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled.

‘Just ready’ he said

Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.

She could see in his black eyes a regularity of forbidden entry.

A blue smile formed on his lips as his tongue peaked like a clitoris out at the side.

‘You like this lady’

Catapulted back to a time when this was forbidden, she thought of her life where pleasure was non- existent where even the thought was a sin.

Rory the first was tall and lugubrious with shadows in his eyes and want in his mind. She was reflected in him as a towel of sensuousness sheathed her. Her body immersed in his organs folded by his skin wrapped up in turgid tenderness.

He was using her she knew-being useful made her forgiving and giving.

‘Ok’ blackman interjected her thoughts and said to indifference ‘pass me the towels’

‘You ok on your own to lift her out’

‘Of course, what’s there to lift only a bag of bones’

Indifference laughed at his sarcastic shallowness.

He brushed off the languid lips again and played using the back of his hand over them an oceanic symphony.

She wanted to explode and rise up-her body confused felt hot-her head fell back-it was too much-her heart beating hard-breathless he covered her mouth with a sponge-she came.

This is death she thought-

I want to die now

 

 

Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016


Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016

The Seirenes are coming

Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought.

That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why?

The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily Continue reading “Succumb Time EMC AOD 10.30 11.11.2016”

Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11

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11.11

Ambulance doors open.

She’s arrived.

Somewhere.

Expectancy heightens the ‘imminent’.

With no dissent she is lowered down from the ambulance put on a stretcher and wheeled down a corridor.

‘You’re ok’ said the ambulance man pushing fast.

What? she thinks

A face appears above hers, eyes brown and intense he’s  telling her she needs to sign a form, a disclaimer in case she bleeds to death, has a stroke, a h……..her mind which had been compliant and silent is now in overload: too much assiduity and action.

‘What go away’ she thinks

What is he on about?

She hates being centre of attention and mostly she hates Continue reading “Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 @11.11”

The Windhover (Common Kestral) by Gerald Manley Hopkins he hovered I love him

The Windhover
by
Gerald Manley Hopkins
To Christ Our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

moore’s paradox

moores paradox

Believe that

P often

Not always

Asserts

P

Alternatively

Contradiction

The first

Step

To absurdity

Don’t

Assert

Enough

Or

Too much

What

It is

Raining

On

P

Cute

As a

Fox

Can we

Agree

Another

Paradox

God! He is so bloody beauty full

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