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Oh … I do wish that

I could re-write the

scene that took place

the other day; when

I met I met a Goth Babe

that I used to know as

Debbie Shrewsbury Dee

and we had got talking,

about Cognitive Behavioural

Therapy; ‘an we talked of many

things, like how we hated game-

players and suchlike: then, as she

was goin, I’d said how we should

keep in touch, an she said, I’m on

Face Book, to which I had said,

‘I don’t do.’ So she had given me

her number, that when rung took

me to nowhere, but either a dead line,

or an answerin service; and this from

a woman who I’d often talked to, about

twenty years ago, or more. An I keep on

thinking and dwellin on what she had said;

an keep writing scenario that explains what

had happened: an all of them lead to one possible answer, which as I don’t like, I do not want to face; but I actually think it’s the case that she really doesn’t want to know me, an it was her ‘out.’

Patrick Swayze and Keith Floyd:

one looked like the essence of Life

given form; whilst the other drank

of the wine, tasting well his fill; and

I will miss them both.

Treading a troubled path to enlightenment

the Seeker walks onward, holding out his

hand, to those who seem in need; though

even as he does he knows that he will need

to stop doing so, or put himself in harm’s

way again. Yet though he knows what he

does, the fellow continues to go on his way

in the manner that he happens to; trying to

do the right thing, even though it’s wrong

again; and yet again.



And, the dragon’s roar though mighty, is

little more than a bore as he marches forth,

his sword of truth in hand, as he swings it

in an arc, aiming at nothing and everything

as he seeks to do right, through the day and

the night, while he continues onward, on

that dark and twisted, troubled path, that

leads him onward and, into the ogres wrath

that jumps upon his back, as he keeps to the

track, that is even more potholed than he at

first thought: yet, he walks on.



Knowing full well, that he’d bought into

this many years before, the Seeker walks

on into tomorrow with little unease; as he

is far more concerned about the ladybird,

that he nearly stepped upon, as he put his

foot onto a stretch of his journey, that he

had not put his foot before. And, though

there were scratches aplenty, as he made

his way, with that shiny sword of truth,

for no mere callow youth he; there was

no blood; and he made an effort, to not

never sound uncouth; ‘coz for someone

treading a troubled path such as he, that

would be just as bad as any cut..

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Sinora
12:34 Sep 10 2009

Nice use of symbollism...did I spell that right ?

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at 15 I was straight

at 16-17 I was gay

at 19 I was mixed

then, at 36 I knew me.