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A horse with no name ...Always on the go, ready to hoof along ...
But you my Jockey, ride me like a madman!
There are countless times
Where I myself thought, - hey we are doing just fine
When then you take a turn,
And throw a wobbler for no real reason
How am I going to carry on?
Knowing I can never satisfy your high standards.
I'd die for you,
I'd carry you for as long as my four legs were strong enough.
Yet you treat me with so little respect,
That maybe a trip in a dank wet lorry to the unspeakable place
Has become more and more inviting ..
Merry bloody Christmas
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Yah Christmas is great
That is if you have money in the bank
A roof over your head and 2.1 children
A dog and a cat
And 2.1 cars preferably 4x4's
Cosily parked on the drive
Keep up with the Joneses
Our turkey has got to be the biggest
Most vulgar and horrid thing
You ever saw on a dinner table
Fuck the turkey
(Ooh I forgot he is already stuffed )
Mother is running around like a headless chicken
(I thought we were having turkey???)
In and out of the kitchen
Whilst father is busy looking
So very important having a tipple or three
To steady his hands
Ready to carve that genetically
Engineered thing called a Turkey
Oh my just look at those
Real fart instigators .
All the trimmings such as
Sausages wrapped in bacon
The obligatory cranberry sauce
Stupid silly hats and crackers filled with
Tat and desperate jokes
As all sit down to eat
Mother is knackered
After weeks of planning
Crazy at 05.13A roaring storm outside
Stirring how I feel inside
The bellowing sound
Of the howling wind
The rattle of this old house
Pretty much sums up
How I feel
Tormented and battered
Though still fit and able
But for what?
I am wondering
Where do I go from here?
There is emptiness
A void that won't fill
Maybe I am asking too much?
Maybe I should just close my eyes
And think of Queen and Country
Oh sod this
I have a life to live
And I need to live now.....
Premonition?A strange feeling
is fighting with
all things logical ...
It shouldn't be
It's like a
of something bad
just about to unfold
Like the threatening
clouds in the sky
no rest or redemption
just the cool calculated facts
that the shit is hitting the fan.....
The visitTo night you visited me
It was amazing
Only for a brief while though
A stolen moment
of untold warmth
Filled with love longing
It was over only too fast
I weep in silence as I feel
You were here right enough
But it was in my dreams.....
30+ years ...Like a little white dove
fragile gracious and shy
What change I saw
A tenderness and
passion embraced in a
A friend from times gone by
Awakened like the bird Phoenix .....
Youth revisited.....Going down memory lane
You took me back years
to another time
Where life mostly was great
uncomplicated and simple
To a time where laughter was
on the menu every day
We would skip along the pavements
You'd carry my bag
and I felt special
We shared so many secrets
Shared so many dreams
shared so many thoughts
You were my special buddy
My bestes mate
Now years later, we met again
and just like all those years ago
we picked up where we had left
older maybe wiser, and still the same
on the inside, though our shells had changed
What delight and pleasure it was
to finally meet you again
To share afresh a joke
To see you so happy and strong
To rediscover our childhood fun .....
Left foot co-pilotHello!!!
Left foot co-pilot calling Kirsten
Are you receiving?
Today I thought we should try
A few loop the loops
What do you think Kirsten?
Okay you are not talking to me are you?
Sod it, I shall just have to
Give it some welly
Wooohooo here we go
Up up and away
What's up ol' girl
Don't you like it?
I thought it's a lot more
fun when I take charge
And since you don't want to participate
I shall just do it my way
It seems to me, that I hold the upper hand
Oooops I really put my foot in this time ...
Over and out from left foot co-pilot ..
Only one winner...Sprawled out on the floor
Her long hair tangled
She lets a single tear drop flow
And its happenings
She has lots
It has come at a price
Just like that of a trophy wife
Waiting wanting and longing
She gave what she could
Only to receive tiny morsels
Waiting wanting and longing
Grateful for every little kindness
Eager to please
To make you love her
Waiting wanting and longing
As she is not in a position
To ask for your love
She permit herself to slide into a
Where you will see her
In the meantime
Waiting wanting and longing
Though in the real world
Yours and mine
a game and
There can only
be one winner
The Beast within
Waiting wanting and longing .
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
Ugly.As a young child, new to the world, pure of it's intoxicating fumes, I remember a tree.
Such an ugly tree I remembered it to be.
It stood tall, creeping a good ways above any of the others, but it was disfigured in many ways.
Its branches were thin and fragile, like the bones of a sickly human, they twisted in retched ways that anyone would think should snap them clean off.
It was pale and grey, standing out among its fellow familiars, never to show the beautiful colors that it must have held within.
Its bark was edgy and course, as if it had survived through one of to many harsh winters, never falling from its place.
And I remember, as the others land succumbed to failling, giving themselves up, withering away, that tree never did.
It continued to stand tall, proud and majestic as that ugly tree could possibly seem.
It fought its way through whatever was thrown its way, fought until it could no more, never failing whatever duty it believed it needed to fulfill.
When Home Becomes a Prison (Strength)When your pillow is no longer the fresh place to lay your emaciated spirit
But is now the chain on the ball that is your bed.
When a door is no longer the entrance to a retreat from the world
But a metaphorical lock keeping you ensconced, never stepping foot out into it.
When windows suddenly become looking glasses that never break,
Just heckle you with what you're missing in their transparent prisons.
A token of what you used to be in the faces of the people walking passed.
The people who pay no note to you;
Who have no inclination of what they are; the symbols of your long-ago life.
The sharp splinters of nostalgia that just glimpsing upon their face sends into your heart.
Every time they walk their dog,
You grimace because you cannot walk long enough to do the same for yours.
Constant reminders in everything everyone does in everywhere you go
of the things you are losing without control.
You clutch and grasp while slipping into sliding as you clasp onto what is left o
My HeartYou know you’re truly in love if hearing her name, even if it’s not being referred to her, fills you up with undefinable joy. You know you’re truly in love when you remember how your voice trembled when you called her and read her the letter, asking her to be your girlfriend. You know you’re truly in love if the pure thought of feeling her soft skin on yours makes you shudder with delight. You know you’re truly in love if, she’s not only the first and last thing on your mind every day, but also after every meal, every motion, every book, every song, every breath. You know you’re truly in love when 771 miles isn’t the distance you are away from each other, but rather the amount of roads, bridges, and rivers you’d cross to get to her. You know you’re truly in love if every song you hear you can connect to the overwhelming joy and the infinite sorrow she makes you feel. You know you’re truly in love when you write a story a
Dear JamesI placed a candle on the water for you today. It flickered and floated and gathered with candles of other losses; fathers, friends – whoever. It was as hard as letting you go; if that candle drifted away from me then would I lose you again? When they scooped the candle from the water and your flame went out who would remember that I honoured you? So I took your candle from the water and placed it into my bag. Not because I can’t let you go but because I want to remember. I will light that candle to remember you on special days.
James darling, I missed you more today than any other. I know I will miss you more again at Christmas, on your birthday and on the day you died. You are an angel but you are still with me – in the heart covered by the tattoo of your name. The ink came from within, seeping up through my skin and not down.
I am grateful for the two sonograms I have of you, yet part of me yearns to know what your face would have looked like. Would you have his thi
SaturdaysBrought into this world on a rainy Saturday morning
No memories of the years that follow
Until the pain
Eyes of a beast
Tears of a child
Walls subconsciously building to keep the child safe
But are the walls for safety or containment
Blood and bone breaking
Screaming into the night
True Love: Part one
Finding true love yourself, it is quite rare these days. But once you’ve met your special one, once you’ve looked into their eyes, you will know that something big is about to happen, if you realise it or not .. it will.
You will know deep inside, when your heart starts to skip a beat, when you want to simply grab her and kiss her until you both run out of breath.
True love is not about what you have to offer, is about how much are you willing to give, to share and sacrifice for her. It is about trying to make her happy at any given point, out of nowhere, cause you wanted so. It is about sharing your thoughts with her, telling her that you’re scared of losing her someday .. she will simply kiss your nose and tell you “silly, you’re never going to lose me”.True love is beyond physical attraction, if two souls get united, the reaction will be so powerful that absolutely no one can separate you, ever.
Hidden Language"Is he ok?"
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.
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