I wanted platinum for so long. I had Silver, but it wasn’t enough, then I applied for Gold, but still I was thirsty for more. When my platinum card arrived I was so excited I jumped in the pool with my clothes on.
I crouch down to see if I can hear what they are saying, but the cold stone wall doesn’t allow the sound to reach me very easily. Instead all I hear is a muffled conversation. I can only make out some of the words. One word I do recognise. Adopted.
I lied today when a colleague asked if I was ok. I said yes I think so. But what I wanted to shout was, ”No. No I’m not ok. I’m going slowly insane. I hate myself. I don’t trust myself. I don’t believe in myself. I need to feel wanted and I’m desperately alone.” But I couldn’t. I feel so selfish feeling this way, when I have so much I should be greatful for.
My wife is the kindest, most giving, most loyal and loving person on the planet…:)
Let’s celebrate the goodness and the mercy and the love and all great things from our Lord from up above. let’s celebrate the music and the singing and the laughter. Let’s celebrate our love both now and forever after.
It’s so disappointing to feel this lonely and unhappy when evrything I have should make me happy.
Time to wake up from your beautiful dream and go to life…
Imagine climbing a massive cliff face. At the top of the cliff are all your hopes, all your dreams. They are what keep you going, hand over hand, foot upon foot. It seems a lifetime since you started and still you climb, ever higher, never giving in to the heat, to the lack of water, to your draining energy. You are not the same person who started this climb. Life has sucked most of the joy out of the experience. But still, there is hope. That is until finally reaching the top you are faced with a mountain of insurmountable proportions. With tears in your aging eyes, you fall to the ground and smash your fists against the unforgiving rock in despair. Thunder rolls across the top of the mountain, as if to mock you with a last defiant challenge.
The Unforgiving Nymph
You ask me why I torture you
You want to know the truth
I hurt you now the way I do
For the day you stole my youth
You made me believe in love
The way all the adults do
And now I’ve made you pay
You’ll know pain when I am through
You ask me to stop the torment
You ask me to go away
But I intend to hang around
Until your end of days
You have no idea what pain is
You have no inkling of its worth
But I know what it means to suffer
I know what it is to hurt
You stole away my innocence
For thirty three seconds of pleasure
You took the only thing I owned
The only thing I treasured
You call me slut and harlot
An unforgiving nymph
But your words will turn against you
You gutless, worthless wimp
I have no concern whatsoever for the state of this world. I’ve given up on all those red necks, complainers, do-gooders, money hungry street murchants and all others who would seek to make my life a misery. I’ve also given up on love. May she rest in peace.
The Invention of You
Nothing was worth seeing
Until like an Angel bright
I discovered you my love
When God invented Light
Nothing was worth hearing
Until your love I found
I discovered true music
When God invented Sound
Nothing was worth exploring
Until your beauty made me lust
I discovered the pleasure you gave
When God invented Touch
No one was worthy of eternal love
Until an Angel from heaven flew
I discovered magic that day
When God invented you
Within this crusty old shell of a man dwells a spirit that is not yet crushed by the weight of the world pressing in around him. Peel back the leathery layers of this external shell and inside you’ll discover an untold story.
Pool of Abandoned Dreams
Amidst a pool of abandoned dreams
She sits among the stars
Reflected in her pool of tears
Filled by her unforgiving past
Softly does she stir the water
As she sings again her song
Sobbing as she hums her tune
Of a time when she belonged
In dark of night the stars above
In witness of her sad lament
Do shed a weakening light on she
Who does her song to heaven send
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