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Friends have always been a inspiration to me
I am so very lucky to have friends beautiful like you all
People should never ignore things they should stand for
Fighting corruption for a better future for us all
At last i have got through but sadly it's cost me and my friends life,
I am quite poorly now it's time for me to go
My work is almost done now the days of sadness gone for good
It’s time for Daniel to have his angel and lots of fun
Bless you and everyone always with love and peace
Daniel angel from Cape Cornwall

Will I go down in the annals of history?
I know not, to myself, I remain a mystery
For who would ever long remember me
When I myself cannot even recall or see

I can only guess at what I used to be like
When I was young did I smile on my bike?
In my youth did I have a wondrous dream?
Now I can only sit and hear my scream

Were you there, did you give me your affection?
I cannot dwell, my mind has no reflection
I can only recall life in glimpses and snatches
I snuff it out like all the dead matches

At least I cannot pay for all my sin
For I do not know where it did begin
For I am trapped in a shell with no meaning
I can only stare wide eyed at the empty ceiling

My body is strong but my memory is weak
But I am aware that my future lies bleak
Some say mental blindness is a trick of light
But I seek the switch of hope and fight

I smile simply to return your pleasing grace
You seem kind even if I do not recognise your face
My mind does not see you so I have no resent
Did you come today or were you a stranger sent

Alone with my Lymphoma my senses have grown,
A complete change of focus, some new seeds sown,
Mother Nature called out with magnetic support,
“Take note of my beauty and your ills I will sort”,
On a woodland walk in the country I went,
Saw a fox disappear as he picked up my scent,
Had it not been for that I may never have seen,
That beautiful rainbow through the bows so green.
I even enjoyed the mist on my face,
It put a shine on the foliage to enhance the place,
I can’t recall admiring scattered puddles before,
But these were shiny mirrors on the forest floor,
When I gaped inside to study the view,
I realised my life was turned upside down too,
Nature was helping much more than I thought,
Because of the awareness to my senses it brought,
Suddenly! the noise of a hawk in the air,
It swirled and swooped as I stood and stared,
I could only admire how he patrolled the skies,
While ultimately plotting some rodents demise,
From these simple studies I absorbed much relief,
Sights, scents, and sounds surpassing belief,
They kept me from pondering on things like my death,
When my thoughts should only have been my next breath,
Later the moon rose behind a thorny hedge,
As a trout in the river engulfed it’s final sedge,
Time to wander home now from this place that I yearn,
Tomorrow back to Nature and more lessons to learn.

Those beautifull clouds in the sky
They always catch my eye
So soft and inviting
I like looking at the clouds seeing what I can make out of them
Sometimes I see angles sometimes animals sometimes faces
Those soft clouds look like they would make a great pillow
I can imagine myself laying on a cloud so soft and billowy
Wearing a pretty dress
Releasing all my stress
Not feeling depressed
Just floating high up in the sky
On a beautiful cloud
That I could call mine

I can see she looks at me strangely
Something here is not right
My Darling wife, the love of my life
Might not be who I think she is

Yesterday I'm sure she was
The one I thought she was
But today, what can I say
I think they switched her round

She looks and talks the same
She acts and walks the same
Why hell, she even smells the same
Yet there is something in those eyes

Though the body looks just the same
I'm sure it's not my Darling
I don't know why they switched her round
There has to be a reason

For now I will play their game
I'll not let on I know it
Sometime soon they will slip up
And then I will have caught them

WHEN I TRAVEL ON THE BUS, IT'S SO STRONG; IT PUTS ME IN A COMA! THERE SHOULD BE, A LIGHT OR SIREN, THAT COMES ON, WHEN SOMEONE ATTEMPTS TO BOARD THE BUS; WITHOUT SHOWERING! THIS WAY; THEY'D GO HOME AND CLEAN UP; AND THAT TO ME, IS QUITE, TOWERING! I SAY; DO UNTO OTHERS; WELL, YOU KNOW THE REST! WHETHER, RICH, OR POOR; YOU HAVE TO STRIVE ,TO BE, AT YOUR BEST! IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD, A WELL KNOWN PRODUCT; WHITE VINEGAR, WILL DO NICELY; WITHOUT BEING, EXOTIC! LET'S ALL GO THROUGH LIFE, SMELLING CLEAN! I SAY THIS; WITH RESPECT TO ALL! NOW; LET'S CONQUER, THE DIRT DEMONS; AND, HAVE A BALL!

Hard oiled hands warmed and ready connect with naked skin, press deep into tense muscles gliding smoothly over soft skin making her moan and sigh, her body relaxing and drifting into space her mind disconnecting and she becomes a creature of feeling.



Guess who is going for a pamper day full of massage this pm?
'grins and winks'

toen ik nog een jongen was had ik dromen dromen over iemand die van je hield die je niet wegschopte als een hond niet sloeg zonder reden niet vernedert zonder reden er was oorlog in mijn hartje ik was 10 al die mishandelingen zonder reden door iemand waar je van hield je eigen vader al die pijn in mijn hartje zonder reden ik werd ouder ik raakte het spoor kwijt alweer oorlog maar nou met mij zelf ik raakte aan de drank ik was 16 ik zwierf door de straten in de nacht als een dief mensen keken niet naar je om geen woordje ik voelde me zo verschopt door alles we zijn weer een stap verder naar de weg die ik zocht naar 20 jaar verslavingen ben ik eruit gespronge gelukkig heb de duivel vaal gezien maart ik heb de oorlog gewonnen ik ben nou zelf vader van een zoon hij is speciaal die liefde die ik nooit gehad heb geeft hij mij zo de oorlog is over ik hoef niet meer the vechten is genoeg zo

Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see?
Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be?
Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain?
Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again?
Did you fake who you are to fit into the crowd,
or were you always yourself, always true, always proud.
Did you lie and betray to get where you are today?
or were you honest till the end, never fully led astray.
Did you listen to the taunts of those far below you?
Or did you hold your head up high, believing in the truth.
Were you selfish and greedy, thinking only of yourself?
Or did you reach out a helping hand, even when you're down, always lending help.
Did you strive to accomplish all you set out to do?
Or did you give up on yourself, thinking you are through.
Look back upon your life, did you live it undaunted?
Or did the world around you transform what it was you wanted?
Were you always true to yourself and those that matter?
Or did you take what you could, leaving others in tatters.
This world, it changes us, makes us into those we don't know,
But change is a part of life, as long as you're willing to grow.
Always know who you are, don't act like another,
be true to yourself, and never shall you falter.

What path is taken
Cannot be taken back
And footprints mark
And wash away
Like memories we thought
Would be remembered
A journal always open
Better left blank