Introduction

This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Sunday Morning

Good morning,

Well I nearly made it to church today.
I woke feeling relaxed, after sleeping a good night, but I was in pain, so breakfast was the usual cocktail of meds, which I nearly threw up, of course.

Then the day started with a bang on the internet.
Some people just don't know when to get lost.

I'm not going psychadelic here but lets do some of what we used to call 'un-poetry' on the old Homeless blog.

I never knew you
and you never knew me

there were no feelings
no emotions

we weren't friends
I knew nothing about you
and likewise

It's time for you to go
time for me to go

lets break an unhappy and useless bond
and go our separate ways

The problem with letting go of you is
that before you were there I was free
I loved and was loved
I was happy on the streets

letting go of you reminds me
of the love and joy I have lost 
back then, when this nightmare started
and you came alone

I want to go back to the cold
the starlight night 
sleeping like a child in my mother's arms
and the love of my life

you going reminds me of what I left
and I want to go back
to a time and place and person
that has gone forever
and I grieve.




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