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An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,
Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted.

Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges and the writing faded and hard to read.

From inside that box a rush of memories and feelings come flying at her, she closes her eyes and slow tears fall, a few drops added to the old stains already there.

If she opened the pages she would read his words and again be with him as he sat in the bush with the gunfire around him and wrote his feelings and love down on the pages he sent to her.

She runs her finger over the paper and suddenly his hand seems to cover her hand, she feels the warmth seep into her soul and his eyes are suddenly smiling into her as he stands her up and takes her into his arms, they dance and twirl and he smiles.

She sighs and gently closes the box, the letters still the same, the ribbon still perfect and in place, she has every word he wrote in there, but her eyes don't need to see them, her heart remembers them too well.

So many years after he never returned as he promised, the words still connect him to her soul as it would do again.....one day, she feels it in her heart.

There is a quiet storm emerging
and the shadow in the corner
weeps.
Your brother sits
his tears in tatters,
batter up.
Sister, look at him,
our past continues to leak.
These thoughts haunt,
taunt,
and the stillness rapes my heart.

Mother,
your boy is crying
alone in the darkness,
his tears run fast and hard.
How sad his expression,
emptied,
isolated,
powerless.

Father,
your son falters
from shame,
the game you both played
had no winners.
Rules were unfair,
short on sympathy
and high with anger.

Sister,
your brother regrets
the guilt of fights,
no light in our relationship,
no one talks,
only mocks.
We live light years apart.

What's in a name?
Some say it tells
your nationality.
I say it is the gift
that your mother
gave you beside life.
It is a special
present that is
just for you.
Some may not like
the wrapping it
came in or the
present itself.
God does not make
mistakes your name
is precious to HIM.
Just think of that
the next time you
say i do not like
my name.

From Princess-Diana genes
though William and Kate
son George makes his way
into the world of royalty
bringing to life dreams
each Commoner dreams
of the world a better place.

His cries are the cries of nations
asking darkness to yield to light
a morsel to be fed, water to sip
swaddling clothes, safe and tight
growing pains shared, by love surrounded
playful moments in which to delight
future to live, safe, well-grounded.

So much weight placed upon
shoulders of our gentle youth
to right woeful wrongs yet done
spread hope, promise of truth
innocence becomes its purveyor
wears precious prince-charming smile
silver-spooned, wrapped in lace.

Welcome George Alexander Louis.
In world history, make your place .

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
my mama getting older
it a lot on my shoulders
as I walk close by her side
her hair turn gray
but she still fun in lots of ways

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
her walk a little off
but her skin still feel so soft
and she still got that
sparkle in her eyes,

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
as I lay down and to sleep
I pray my mama
safe God will keep
as the years seem to go flying by,

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
that as I am growing older
I seem to be growing bolder
our mothers need us now
more than ever
so from her I don't want to hear
I am getting older my dear,

Cover my eyes
Cover my eyes
tell me this is a lie

Jan & Ken was a couple from the uk 
Who decided one day 
On an adventure they would go 
They acquired two mopeds although they were slow 
To Australia they would ride 
Their peers comments were snide 
People thought these two we're mad 
They were expected to return beaten and sad
So off they went on their quest
To reach Australia they'd do their best 
Ken led the way on his moped that day 
Their excitement was great and sure was true 
The adventure began and their bond grew 
Across many countries they travelled because 
They wanted to come to a place called Aus 
On arrival Jan looked in awe 
As she thought to paradise shed opened the door 
They travelled about the Aussie coast 
To see just where they liked the most 
Before long they were up north east
Ken in the mines the job he liked the least 
Ken worked hard to blasting underground 
Whilst up there then suddenly they found 
Jans stomach began to form a mound  
Not long after a girl was born 
They decided they would name her Claire 
She was a pretty little thing small and fair 
So then there was three 
Jan and Ken had began their own family tree 
They travelled again to Brissy they went 
A stalk flew in and a boy it sent 
They named him Heath 
He was a big lad, in birth he gave Jan all sorts of grief 
So now there was four, the tree had grown 
This was predicted by a palmist they'd shown 
That their prediction was right 
They had some sort of strange insight 
They also had an old truck 
So In the back of it they snuck 
A crib a bed and a kitchen kit 
The two kids bloody loved it
Could sleep and eat and travel around 
Untill finally Adelaide was the place they found 
Lived in a house on Stanford street 
It was right  in town it's here they'd meet 
New friends and foes 
They'd experience some highs and lows 
Let's buy a house they said one day 
So they did just that and we're on their way 
Off to Hackham they went 
On a house their money they spent 
the kids would school and grow up there 
Lots of fun and good time they shared 
As Ken & Jan worked on their plan 
To build something only a tenacious man can 
They bought some land in a paradise cove 
Called Pt Willunga it's here they'd move 
They  built a mansion to be precise 
A house with three levels would suffice 
Its was a mission for Jan and Ken 
A job so large would of broke many men 
Here again people sni**ered and said 
They're mad they'll both end up dead 
But failure was not a word they knew 
And sure enough a house and garden grew 
Claire and Heath loved it there 
They ran amok without a care 
So after all doubters along the way 
This is what they could say 
Here we are next to the beach 
In a great house to most out of reach 
After all these things married they never
Now was time to seal their bond forever 
So off they went to seal their bond 
To live by the seaside in a place they are so fond 


Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad love you both xxx

It is almost time
for school you see.
A little quiet will
come in the the
house for me.
A little bit brighter
you will be.
For friends you will
gain day by day.
A new one each step
of the way.

I can smell the fear on her
As I whisper in her ear
About the things I am going to do
All these things to her body

She tries to pull away from the blade
It is at her throat, but the bonds
They hold her ever so tight
There is no movement in them

Slowly and ever so lightly
The knife glides across her throat
Cutting ever so fine, a thin red line
Like a scarlet necklace

I can hear the sweet sound
Terror and pain through her gag
Muffled but like classical music
To my sensitive ears

The news has been full of my exploits
The papers call me many names
Butcher, Beast, Inhuman Monster
Even likened me to Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper was but an amateur
A couple of quick slashes and it was over
Where is the fun in that, none at all
I, on the other hand, am a professional

I savour the agony, the utter despair
I shiver all over with delight
Even the anticipation heightens satisfaction
And I know I will prolong my pleasure

When I look deeply into their eyes
At that point when their eyes beg for death
That is such an exquisite moment
Even then they still wait for hours

Another thin cut, this time across the breast
A single drop of blood runs down
And it pools in her beautiful navel
Slowly, slowly, it is going to be a long night

Wild oats.....

You talk in rymes
You talk in riddles
On my heart strings
Your finger fiddles. .

Woe is me ..
And woe is you
We're not the victims
There are only two.

I cannot look u in thexeye
You stab , you pierce
You cheat and lie

In my heart..i feel sorry for u
All the moments u miss
I wish u knew...

I want to be ..the best I can be
So that one day
My babies will see.
That mommy did the best she could..
She filled the void
That their father should ..