when I look around at this world of ours, so much pain, anger, destruction, I can't help but be so grateful for the mother I was blessed with because, although fathers are important, God made mothers the nurturers, the protectors, the warmth & light...I can't imagine growing up without that soft spot to run to, that unconditional love...when I envision the woman I hope I'm growing into, I pray I am a reflection of my own mother...selfless beyond measure, understanding...true, at times, a bit too overprotective, but heck I'd take that any day over a mother that didn't shelter enough.

There is never
Enough space
To say every-
-thing I want
To so always
I must short-
-en my mean-
-ing within
The lines deter-
-mined by so-
-me machine
With no thought
For flow or

One estate at Purfleet for sale

Enquiries to be made by mail.

One male occupant of late

Sense of style, out of date.

Place in need of modernisation

Windows broken, condensation.

Estate contains some twenty acres

Recent reports of troublemakers.

The grounds contain a chapel or church

Surrounded by ash, oak and birch.

Perimeters are newly gated

Grounds inside are consecrated.

Are u gonna be my valentine
Sweet sensual guy
Who flirts with my hearts
Feelings
Hopefully not crush it into
The ground
No chocolates intended
If your just like the rest
I'll just use a arrow of hate
Sprinkled with posion
Next one you are with
Will be cursed
So
Give me your money
I'll handle the next outcome

A teardrop of loneliness.
Those eyes staring
in front of us.
A feeling of missing love.
You try to stay strong
as you look above.
Nobody can hear
or see your pain.
We hide our feelings
while dancing in the rain.
We put on a smile.
And still wondering why.
When are the grey
clouds passing by.
Revealing a clear blue sky.