Memories of the Netherworld.

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I was shivering in my soul,

nothing there but a big black hole,

where once the truest light had been.

Is darkness then the price of sin?


Stark and raving at all mankind,

with scattered remnants of my mind.

stoking the furnace of my pain,

with memories of lovers’ lane!


But better that than being numb,

stricken blind and deaf and dumb!

Anything but that, my friend…

I’d much rather just have it end.

Wikipedia: Guts or Lef is a 1999 Dutch comedy film directed by Ron Termaat.


Aches And Pains And Other Stuff – Joke.

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Defecation in the sitting position, as used in toilets of Western Europe notably Français : Défécation en position assise, comme c’est le cas notamment en Europe de l’Ouest. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Three old women are talking about their aches, pains and drag of being old.

One seventy-five year old woman says, “I have this problem. I wake up every morning at seven and it takes me twenty minutes to pee.”

An eighty year old woman says, “My case is worse. I get up at eight and I sit there and grunt and groan for half an hour before I finally have a bowel movement.”

The ninety year old woman says, “At seven I pee like a horse, at eight I crap like a cow!”

“So what’s your problem?” asked the others.

“I don’t wake up until nine!”

Old Man.

Why should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist
Turn to a drunken journalist;

A girl that knew all Dante once
Live to bear children to a dunce;
A Helen of social welfare dream,
Climb on a wagonette to scream.

Some think it a matter of course that chance
Should starve good men and bad advance,
That if their neighbours figured plain,
As though upon a lighted screen,
No single story would they find
Of an unbroken happy mind;

A finish worthy of the start.
Young men know nothing of this sort,
Observant old men know it well;
And when they know what old books tell
And that no better can be had,
Know why an old man should be mad.

Paper Memories

On a pillow of paper memories

He rests his head in slumber

As he hears the wind whisper

‘An old man weeps, an old man bleeds

To harvest love he’d sowed the seeds

Blood and tears for the nothing years

When nothing grew but thorns and weeds’

He awakens at the table

And he sees the faded mail

His mind swoops back in time

A padded cell, a racking wail

‘He was ever my true friend

‘Til that awful twist of fate

As infamy and madness

Left him in a sorry state

His spirit had been broken

And by then it was too late’

He feels teardrops in his eyes

As he sniffs the perfumed sheet

His mind swoops back in time

A wedding gown, a bridal suite

And to an orchestra of love

We did dance and celebrate

A symphony of gladness

With an undertone of hate

When I heard the requiem

I realised it was too late’

His eyes narrow as he sees

The buff envelope still sealed

His mind swoops back in time

A muddy trench, a foreign field

‘We took arms and went to war

With our cause to vindicate

An infantry of brashness

And a brotherhood of fate

We went on to face defeat

And by then it was too late’

He shoves aside the paper

A splinter spears his thumb

His mind goes back in time

A lonely boy, a dismal slum

‘This was my living hell

Beneath that cellar grate

An infancy of sadness

With naught to mitigate

I went on to cherish freedom

But by then it was too late’

On the pebbled floor he sees

A stain of blood and tears

His mind drifts back in time

Faceless people, wasted years

‘And such has been my life

In which I struggled to relate

An epiphany of darkness

My ideals did decimate

I should have done much more

But by now its far too late’

And he rests his head in slumber

As he hears the wind whisper

 ‘Old men bleed and old men cry

They fear the time that’s passing by

Blood and tears for the living years

When living dreams fade out and die’

On a pillow of paper memories