Do you ever have those days when you forget to forget?
Forget to forget about the little things.
My bulletproof wings shot to pieces, I crash, I burn.
Lumps of me torn away, little by little the self disappearing.
The veneer of respectability scoured away by rough tongue.
The outward shining surface eaten by acid comments.
Cupid's poisonous arrow skewers my heart,the pretence too much to bear.
The long goodbye begins.

Cold am I , waiting for eons to feel the warmth of a woman.

Oid am I , the night brings release from torment which will not cease.

I race with the dark ones, my undead flesh numb to the feeling of love.

Eternal vigil I endure from beyond death. None but the night weep for me.

Dammed never to walk in sunshine, shed no tears for me.

I died a thousand years ago but now reborn into darkness.

The beauty I seek I cannot have, to take her I rise from this stagnant grave.

A moment of pleasure in an eternity of pain, to join ,to kiss, to feed.

In the dead of night I come. Nocturnal seduction ,carnal, primal.

The taste of your blood. Oh such sweetness! Gently I bite , softly you moan.

One sip of blood and I own your soul. Come my Queen take my hand

In the embrace of lovers beneath the blackest night.

As the days grow shorter,and the riotous beauty of summer leeches into the stark haunting winter freeze, I find myself revisiting ancient memories.

Like a layer of dust undisturbed upon a derilict floor, loathed to kick it up lest it choke me.

Its powerful particles of emotion swirl and dance in my mind's eye. Each one eliciting pain, regret,anger and a little laughter.

Before long the footprints of remembrance are once again covered as a new layer forms. Memories of joy and sorrow lie dormant until a distant tomorrow.

It's where I feel safe.
The semi darkness masks my tears. Sobbing in shadow, the black envelopes me, cocoons me. Sanctuary from harsh vicious tounges

Living in the shadowlands, inhabiting a world where the judgement of daylights scrutiny penetrates not. My life, my choice...let me be

Sat with the box open, the feeling of sadness overwhelms the old man.

The faded photograph held in trembling aged hand. Memories, memories. Alone with his thoughts, a lifetime ago yet crisp and clear like a winter sunrise, Old Man George weeps for his lost sweetheart.

Taken from his tender care a desolate decade ago. A bitter battle with cruel cancer that had laid her so low. Blinking back the tears from his eyes. The eyes that see beyond the years.

George felt bereft. Gone, the sweetest love a man could ever have, true deep and heartfelt.

Transported in a flash, back to the full flush of youth. Gasping  for air, grasping at the sand, pinning for his lover. June '44 George stormed the Normandy shore.

Pals and comrades sycthed down by German guns lay dead. Unable to stop, powerless to help George stumbled  blindly ahead.

The only comfort a photograph taken in paradise. A token of humanity amid this *******. Shaking with fear a sandy finger traces over the sepia. Calmness amongst screaming yelling hysteria.

The memories, the horror and the hope. The memories,  the terror and the tragedy. George, proud old soldier, carries the burden. A weight of grief on his shoulders.    
Once so strong so brave, now ageing and frail. Tight lipped and deathly pale.

The sadness reflects in his shining tear reddened eyes.

The feeling I get when I'm near you, the sensations in my body
My heart races skin tingles, I get the giggles.

The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.

The sight of you sends my temperature soaring. The way you walk drives my wild , your kisses leave me beguiled.

The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.

The heat of your body sets me on fire, the way you move fills me with desire.

The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.

The sweet sounds of your voice, so **** yet so angelic. As I hold you I get so hot. Baby I give you all I've got, beautiful woman I give you the lot.

The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.

My mind and body in total relaxation. A deep sleep in glorious isolation. The door of reality is ajar, an astral journey to worlds afar.

I rise , leaving the earth and reality. My comatose slumbering body safe in tranquility's embrace. The voyage begins, realms beyond imagination beckon.

Drifting up I pierce the veil of consciousness. Time and Space become blurred, my projected soul soars. Riding the vibrations of the universe.

An elevated perception, an uneasy sensation. I feel myself pulled by forces unknown. Powerless , I surrender to its hidden as yet undetermined purpose. Leading me on to where? For what reason? ......