The things we would wish to forget become our recurring nightmares, for often they are attached to people we would never choose to forget.
How can you lose only the nightmare when your heart cant forget how good it once felt?

I came upon the page and thought to write of who I am and who I was.
I thought it best to explain the things that people saw when they looked my way.
How I came to be what I see in my own reflection.
I gave benefit of doubt that they would or could then have some understanding. Perhaps naivety was my flaw?
The more I wrote the fewer looked.
Is it simply me or the openness that makes it so?
Is it what they see or the not wanting to really know?
Could it be that honesty is a frightening thing?
Am I better off to keep secrets and carry a facade?
Would then perhaps more be interested in who I am?
Would they then have the time to stop a while?
Or is it simply having seen they see no value?
And yet it is that I still need to fill the page...
and to hope someone will see me and stop a while.

Can my arms hold you, protect you, give you warmth?
Can my lips know the soft touch of yours?... their taste, their wetness.
Can my lips caress yours, gently **** upon yours and my tongue explore them?
Can my hands know the softness of your skin? The warmth and wonder of your smooth enticing flesh?
Can they explore the curves of your body as my lips continue to explore yours?
My lips upon your neck? To trace the gentle soft curve to your shoulder? To your chest, to your *******, to your ******? To kiss a while, to **** and to cherish and worship you?
Can I breathe the scented warm air of your cleavage? To kiss there as my hands trace your soft sensual curves?
Can my lips and hands and eyes know your beauty? Can my senses feast upon your loveliness?
Can I kneel before you? To kiss you intimately, to touch you with firm strokes upon your flesh, thighs, calves, hips? To draw you onto my lips and tongue.
Can I make love to you as a goddess is meant to be desired?
Can I wake beside you? Holding you all through the night? And in the morning can my eyes take delight in your soft beauty?
Can I kneel before you and worship you for the goddess of love and beauty that you are?

If yes please phone 05717 657 7512 and ask for big John.

All I have are the footprints that show where I have been.
Passing natures beauty and all the faces that I have seen.

The empty road ahead seems darker than it ever has before.
My mind whispers to me that it cant do this life much more.

I have seen the things aplenty and I am tired of the view.
My days are filled with replay and there is never any new.

I'm not afraid to end it and it certainly holds little fright.
Yet I see others fighting to survive so to end it cant be right.

A sense of being trapped like a mouse treading upon a wheel.
Just knowing that until the last I breathe that this how I will feel.

Do you know these feelings and the empty lonely days?
To wake upon to the morning to curse the suns new shinning rays?

Like you I know not when or if this today will be my last.
But I wont mourn a life of no future and of only never ending past.

Tired of the expectations of what life compels each and all to do...
And loneliest of all my empty days no one dear to say "I love you".

My life is but a long memory of someone no longer there.
I who have no purpose, destined to vanish as if smoke upon the air.

In thousands they stand to face the demon unseen.
Faceless they are but you know who I mean.

Doctors and nurses, shop keepers and drivers,
that give us yet hope that we may yet be survivors.

Churchill once said "so much to so few"
Now in this time we owe that tribute to you.

Without your brave stand then we all would sure fail,
you give cause for hope that we may yet prevail.

You fight for all that we love and those we hold dear,
Our world owes you so much for facing our fear.

It is a debt that in a lifetime I could never repay
with all of my heart, thank you so much, is all I can say.

How many ventilators can you buy for the price of an Aircraft Carrier?

When young I believed that age and wisdom travelled hand in hand.
But as I grew much older I began to understand.
That what I had thought of as one of nature's golden rules.
In truth it is that as you get older, you just find much older fools.