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Okay then…
23:38 Nov 30 2008
Times Read: 891

I’m emotional – and adopted:

and I Love my Mother, like

no other. So, when someone’s

cruel about Her, out of naught

but, childish spite, I write of

their words, that fell like turds;

then take myself out for a walk,

to forget the drivel I’d just read

on VR…

.. worthwhile moment's.
23:25 Nov 27 2008
Times Read: 922

As each snowflake that falls has it's own design,



As the birds sing to us with music to for ears,



An like a light breeze on your face, as the dry leaves

are scattering around your feet.



.. the day to day magic of Life can make it all worthwhile.

Late-night musing
13:20 Nov 26 2008
Times Read: 929




Sometimes, just sometimes,

at the end of a very long

day, a paper and pen, will

have to suffice; as to have

the pc on too late, just isn’t

considered ‘nice.’



So you sit cross-legged,

trying to sort out the

jumble of thoughts that

flow unbidden, many of

which, you thought pegged.



You did the right thing, by

telling the dole, you’d been

working, that one day, even

though come night, you start

to regret it, as you know that

you’ll have to pay.



And, as for the interview,

that’d come out of the blue;

well, that’d been a load of

if’s, but’s and maybe’s, all

‘coz the council’s changing

the way Adult Services serve

Adults in need, on the Wirral.



So, you pick up your pen again

just awhile later; to write down

your thoughts and as the house

is quiet, with just a dvd playing,

you make an effort to try it.

Blue-jean banking.
13:07 Nov 21 2008
Times Read: 939

I turn my eyes and head, a little, as the wavy

brown-haired young woman walks past,

in a waist-length zip-up jacket; heeled brown,

calf-length. Brown boots and blue-denim jeans,

worn as though she were poured into them …

and I obsess on the undulation, as she walks

to the hole-in-the-wall, a couple of feet away.

Then as I began to find the words for this rhyme,

I turned my head: and there was my bus coming

down the street. And all I could say was,

“Well I’ll be. The damned thing was early.”

“do you want a dance”
00:17 Nov 19 2008
Times Read: 954

So we went to the bar I feel safe in, where semi-naked women dance for the house-dollar, then whatever they can encourage you to part with, with a smile, or leer, or the promise of flesh, that a lapdance is.



And, within a minute, or so, as we stood at the bar, a woman with bleach blonde braids and curves, rather than puppy-fat, asked, “Do you want a dance?”



In a minute, after a drink, I’d said and meant, as there was, about her, that certain something, that ‘the kids’ couldn’t match: and, the kids would be here soon, I realised, as I noted the time.



So we sat at a seat, and Aga the Pole joined us and danced, in a fashion that raised more than a smile: and then, just a half hour, or so later I annoyed a scouser lapdancer who was overly assertive, as she asked “do you want a dance” and couldn’t take a ‘no’ and let rip, with “don’t you know this is a lap-dancing bar.”



As she left, with a look of real distain on her face,

I turned to Ryan, smiled and drunk my whiskey, then stood as, she had sat at a table, in an area with others, including Aga, who I walked straight to and asked for my ‘last dance.’ And I smiled at the looks I received, as this angel followed to my table to earn what she would.



And the one who enticed me so, at our entrance to the place, reinforced, for me, what I like so in women; so that when I left, she had more of the money I’d earned, than I had.

the journey continues ...
23:33 Nov 17 2008
Times Read: 960

Buddah – buddah – buh.

You know what this

sound is? It’s the sound

of a train dying on its

tracks, to be followed,

moments later, by that

message over the speaker:

“We are sorry to have to

apologise …”

You breathe calmly.

“…for a delay to your

normally efficient service.”

And you breathe out.

And for a moment, the

suppression of laughter,

really hurts your lower

diaphragm. So, you clutch

at your chest, looking briefly

to your watch, wondering

how much you’ll be late:

this dawning of a new day.

First thought.. well, second.
23:02 Nov 16 2008
Times Read: 963

Sunny morning greeted me Sunday,

as an aching tummy distraction my

immediate recall, of the previous night.



And, there was a lot to recall, like waking

in bed, with all of my clothes on, including

… glasses, coat and hat.



Strangely enough, the first thing I remember

with a smile, is the young black-haired

lap-dancer, who’d told me off.



So I drank my cold tea, left from the night

before and with an etched smile on my face,

I think, “That’ll make for an interesting story.”



* *

“Freak!”
23:27 Nov 13 2008
Times Read: 973

I am the freak…

sitting doodling

away, rambles

and drawing, an

outlet for creativity,

that just has to be

expressed.



I am the freak, pouring

out idea’s ideas and

thoughts in a rapide fire

burst of energy, that just

must be set down, or…

depressed I will be.



I am the freak, content

to be alone, whilst hating

loneliness and lacking trust,

seeking the company of

others, whilst hating a crowd.



I am The Freak.

More Plastic Cheer
23:35 Nov 09 2008
Times Read: 979

It’s that time of year and

another round of seasonal fun

Halloween, Bonfire Night

and Xmas; when reason for

tradition is lost, in the hunt,

for that last elusive buck; as

festive cheer is pre-packaged

and sold, at bargain prices.