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Cheers
Who do you love?
Is it that guy always happy
You look at her and feel kinda lucky
Life bright with affection, extremely sunny
Cannot wait to see his face, acting perky
The centre of your world, capital city
Foundation of your life, strong and sturdy
Your personal brand of heroine, a drug junkie
A true Hollywood belle, Angelina Jolie
In short he’s the one, Jet Li
Time spent together moves too quickly
Does not get better than this, heavenly
Moving too fast, furiously
Summertime over, weather cloudy
Winter is coming, Catelyn Tully
Growing slightly apart, paths diverging
He’s trying too hard, getting clumsy
Her response a bit delayed, dilly dallying
The centre cannot hold, tsunami
Things falling apart, Chinua Achebe
All feelings become numb eventually
You look at her and all you see is plain ordinary
You talk to him and find nothing extraordinary
Now ask yourself
Who do you love?
~ She dreams of castles, Kings, Queens and Knights… He wants a stranger, to kiss him on first sight… She likes pretty flowers and the scent of a yellow rose… He loves visualising, her explicit naked pose… She wants his protection, to be safe in his arms… He wants to undress her and be seduced by her charms… She likes the White lace, so soft upon her skin… He likes the Black leather, it fills him with dark sin… She wants to taste heaven, like the movie scripts sell… He wants her to devour him and drag him down to Hell… She likes it soft and loving, so gentle and so kind… He loves it rough and ready and dirty fucking from behind… She likes it in the dark and quietly closes her eyes… He loves to see her naked and hear her scream and cry… She loves to drift off, him wrapped around her… He wants to keep going and have the action recur… She loves him so much, wants to keep him near… He gently whispers the words, he knows she wants to hear… She’s totally besotted and knows that he’s the one… He’s such a fucking fraud,
will escape once morning comes…
So, in the midst of a busy week that has thrown up more questions than answers on a personal matter, this blog was nominated for an award. Nominated twice actually, which really made me smile and was quite humbling.
Both these awards come with things that need to be done and I have to admit, I am pretty poor at these – however, the fact that these awards come from wordpress peers does mean a lot and whilst I have little of interest about myself to do any sort of list, I do feel the need to spread the word of others blogs.
The below are 10 blogs that I read and follow – and I would encourage you to try them out for size – these are just a snapshot as I follow a huge amount – so if your blog isn’t below, it is not reflection on you – more an opportunity.
Please leave a comment and let people know where they can find you – this could be an opportunity for all of us to build up our wordpress base? Not sure if this will even work, but don’t be shy – we all want to be read – even if we do not think what we produce is worth reading!
So, here is a snapshot in addition to the 3 above and in no order:
So, a song to leave this ramble – I watched an Eagles documentary last night and really enjoyed it, so have a few tunes floating round in my head – this one is a message for the weekend – “Take it easy” – no more words needed – well, unless you wish to comment!
Not quite sure what to say, but the paperback version of this book of poems is ready to buy earlier than planned! If you click the picture it should take you through to the lulu webpage.
It’s taken a while from concept to delivery, some road humps along the way, but it is not too bad for a first attempt.
All profit from this project will be collated over the next 12 months and donated to Cancer Research.
For your information, the cost to make each book is £4.10, so each purchase will mean a donation of £5.89. I will keep a running total on a fixed page somewhere so you can keep track if you are interested.
A hardback version will follow, but the cost price on that is huge, so I am not sure if there will be much in the way of selling / donations. Time will tell.
When I started this blog, I did it in secret and for the most part, I still do. I wrote and continue to write for therapy under servere pressure, trying to hold my head and my sanity together whilst the world around me fell apart. Watching my Father slip away crowned an amazing 15 month period in my life that couldn’t have been written by the best script writers.
But I am still here, still trying to get through life like we all do – It’s fair to say I have been on the ropes, but not knocked out…
I appreciate that many of you have read my words and have been subjected to my torrid last few months – for that I apologise and thank you in equal measure. Most of you are faceless to me, but you all have a talent in writing and reading others work inspires me to do better and look at my own work through a different lens.
I have had help and encouragement from offline too and they know who they are – so thank you!!
I hope that you are able to donate to this cause, but if not, the poems remain on the site and who knows, a volume 2 may evolve– so thanks again for reading and enjoy.
Why are we here…
Don’t have too much time…
Ticking clock brings fear…
Inside the daily grind…
Embarked on a journey…
Dealt the dummy hand…
Doesn’t feel as funny…
When boy becomes the man…
We don’t know the truth…
No answer or insight…
Robbed of our youth…
On that dark November night …
Alone on this sphere…
Will we ever find out…
Will “they” make it clear…
Remove any doubt…
What is our mission…
The real masters plan…
A slave to suspicion…
Ramblings of a madman…
We’re just a speck of light…
A tiny piece of dust…
Some of us take flight…
Bystanders shall rust…
We believed it all mattered…
We cared what they thought…
Acquaintances now scattered…
Admiring trinkets they were bought…
They meant nothing to you…
But everything to me…
A moment so true…
It burnt my memory…
We can’t comprehend…
Dare not shed a tear…
Drawn towards the end…
Another day, another month, another year…