Wow, yes I have a following
232 to be precise
Does that make me great
No
Yes sure it makes me feel good
I see so many writers here
16, 17 years old with so few followers
Where then is the life blood of this great site?

I don't care what you write
You might be the worlds greatest litary artist
You might be the worst
But it doesn't matter to me
All thats matters is that you write
Words are precious symbols of us
But none are more precious than your words

Flanders fields evoke memories of the first war battles of Ypres and Paschendale where so many thousands gave their lives

Poppies grow on Flanders fields
Poppies deepest red
On those ****** battle fields
Where so much young blood was shed
Poppies,  poppies nurtured by the blood of boys
Poppies deep blood red
Thousands lift their heads towards the sky
Perhaps to glorify those boys who died
The poppy has four petals
One petal for every boy who died on those blood soaked fields
Petals red and whole nations grieved
And mourned the loss
Of youths not yet fully bloomed

Yes the horses died
Those big eyes full of love
Hearts so big to fulfill mans desire
And so the horses died
Not their choice to be mud enmired
Not their choice to face shot and shell
But the horses went forward
And those beautiful animals fell

Oh yes, I have seen birds in a herd and cows in flocks
And painted the picture just using a sock
Oh
Oh
Oh
Such art is I and not for lesser beings
I see fish, yes fish swimming through the sky
Oh swim fish swim
Such inspiring words from I BUT
words wasted
Oh but but
My brain is going to implode
Such a loss to the world of art
To many beans for breakfast
Oh the ****...The royal artistic ****
Oh oh why are I so misunderstood?
For artistic vision is food
My beret worn with such flair and grace
A halo yes for I am godly
Placed on this earth for your desire
To bring art to your godless souls
Oh you, you artless peasants

Bow your worthless heads in my presence

Me and Carole,  Carole and me

Do I love her? Yes
Does she love me ? Yes
Can we be together one day?
I remember our holiday in Malta
She looked so radiant
But oh how ill, cancer
A woman who had dealt with cancer patients all her life
She is a Catholic and so I took her to a special church on Gozo
The church of miracles
She had a special blessing there
And I think for her that was the highlight of the holiday
And then into hospital
Both ******* removed and a bit more
The times she tried to give up, she just wanted to die
I gave her abuse no normal human would have ever accepted
But deep down I like to think I kept her alive
One major problem,  she has a partner,  I have a wife
But I love Carole
I will let you my peers judge me

I sit here reading stories in the flickering dancing flames
Stories of fairies,  dragons,  magic and days of old
But also stories of happiness,  sadness, of long lost loves
In the flames I see my long lost love, the dreams that I once had
I want to write the words but I know not where to start
The flickering flames tell me we couldn't live together but we just cant live apart
The thoughts of what I had, I need is just another crack in my heart
In the flames I see the truth of what you meant to me
But I saw my dreams go up in smoke,  it was never meant to be