I worked 12 long lovely hours yesterday and I should be at work again now. But I'm not!

Oh well, not at home either.

Where is the poet?

sleeeping
bored by my day job
and because I'm not paying her any attention.

mortgages drive her crazy
policies make her fret
strategies have her reeling
and process is not a good bet

happy is the poet cause its time to rest
she is waiting patiently for me
to climb within my muses breast
and gently gently lament

soon come sweet sister
soon come

Good Evening Blog friends.

Apparantly Christmas is soon.

Some people will have shopped early, wrapped early, sent cards from the list on time and others will be banging elbows in the Aisles on one of these crazy cold nights, fighting to complete their Xmas xhopping.

and my son pre-ordered his present and took me to the shop to buy it, relieving me of £ 250 and its hid in his aunties house , cause damn if I'm spedning that kinda cash and he doesn't wait until The Day to open it! he claims I'll love the Wii too! erm?

my girl is getting a laptop to write music upon and her essays for UNi. She has applied! Need to tell Lonemum, cause my girl got kicked outta school in year 10 and said she'd never go to Uni, 2 whats the point in getting inot all that debt!?" Well 3 years of retail later! and i remained patient and onside and kept my fears mostly to myself. Oh how smug I'm feelin' and broke already!

Have started new job. I think I get it. All they really need is some-one who has the 'balls' to make decisions. I can do that! Of course it'll take a while to be able to guarantee they'll be the right decisions....but I'll do my best!!

Nearly bought a house.

Gotta decide. Big new 3 bed including ensuite house, outta town, completely consuming all new income or cheaper house near new job in lovely multi cultuutral setting, only 2 bedrooms, but lots of scope to make improvements if the job goes okay. Okay homeowners out there, well those who have had to make all the finanacial decsions, what do ya think?

and Fever? Well it was playing through the stereo in the house I have my small one bedroom digs in, lovely land lady young, friendly, funky. and I'm online cause I'm piggybacking next doors wifi? Is this legal, okay? Hope so cause it means I'm back. On the Blog and that makes me very very happy!

So more to follow I guess

Love ya
x

Here she is,
herself bared again to the scattering of humanity.
Who will take her part or pause to reflect upon her words?

She reached deep yesterday, finding words to work themselves around his selfconsciousness and let him glimpse a little of her recoiling heart.

Some took this as an opportunity
and came to rest themselves with her and ask.
she thanked them for their candour and for the truth in even misunderstanding.

Yet
should there be a yet?

it seems sometimes still foolhardy, but knowing they will soon be gone.

and as the memories fade

she knows
he knows
she knows.

I am feeling in the blindness of the several degrees of separation that barely bridges black to white
and I am writing words of comfort to myself here in the middle of the night

cool breezes may play , glide from my neck to the hum of the printer fan

and I chase the thought of the joy I would Be feeling just to kiss the man.

Such chaste desire
belie the burning fire
but I have made a testimony and before my lord, Allah be praised I will declare His love,
my love

and wait

I am ready to dive into eyes,
flourish in the heat of arms
press the throb of swollen mound
only and if my heart compounds

and wait.

I had blogged my friends
I took the moment
Then
the usual bcuk hiccough

I am staring at an empty screen

oh well

soon come
x

Keep in mind, your results are dependent on the accurate truth

I am slowing, feeling the need for the company of my own.
I am not feeling safe here.

I have run out of clean clothes.
I am hungry.
I have paid £10 for a voucher that gets me on the net here in my room, which runs out at 9.30 and I have used less than half an hour of!

I want to eat
I want to blog
I need to wash

Gotta go!

I am within a world within a world, my debate collides with yours or without.

I am rushing wind through a cycle of explanation aimed at improving the universe.

My head is rattling with this dialogue , internal and external.

Driving, driving me.

I am less certain as an individual within a collective description if the mediation offered is the right prescription.

I am layering my thoughts and ideology , yet

I am whispering still, hoping for the stillness to allow the truth its path

in.

Some of you are angels sitting at my right side.

Some of you are poets reaching me and touching.

Some will be companions, others disappearing, I am ignoring or you are hurting me.

Neither and eventually mindful of the power.

If creativity or culture is shared across the people.

Nothing of philanthropy

or number crunching autocracy?

But enriching and exchanging a future.

Culture keeps us safer, if we all are now participating

then I'll take my chances

and now I'm meditating!

with love to Sankhara who has finished his book!

and to T Sankhara who has always had me hooked.
x