the return

I know the how
I know the when
I know I am diminished by the why
and dismissal plunders deep

the skin dries, peels,
sheds
over and over
and over

the new virgin flesh
is supple and chaste
moistened

divest of mind clutter
massage gently
at the points of remember

feelings
left
to float beside me
lay comfortably

accepting
of their presence
not needing
to feel or do

it just is...


( I found this in my drafts, revisited it is even more so a truth)

One year on

and I find I am still breathing,

feeling,

loving,

holding my life in my hands

one year on

and I find I am void of anger,

bitterness,

holding still, a little disappointment

one year on,

I find much is the same,

friends, family

others,

holding me back from shadow

one year on

and I find I like myself, 

no longer lost,

hidden, 

settling for less, for the sake of  'us',

holding on to the real me again

one year on,

and I find much is different,

mostly within me,

I hunger for life

I thirst for courage

I mostly breathe

in wonder

one year on

and I find I am filled with curiosity,

realising that what was, isn't all there is,

isn't all there should be,

holding out for a better way,

a better me

14th February 2011

Bottoms up!

Cheers! Slainte! Prost! L'chaim! 
Skal!  Na zdoroviel!  Sante!
cin cin!
 Up yours!

time for extreme measures...

everything is just fine here

xxxx

Rise, rise, rise...

For my friend 'Suburbia', for whom today I shed bucket loads,
she rose like a warrior today, I'm so proud of you,
she is fab, feisty and forty something

and for my girlies, you know who you are,

and for me

Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou

Marchons! Marchons!

Flicked on the rugby, it's Six Nations time again....and phoar!!! 

Stopping by to check them there thighs,

and it's such a good game,

I haven't yet switched back

to ITV2

to gauggle at Steven Tyler 

so must be good

... and then they brought on 

Chabal

not a fan of muscley bodies

then there is always the exception

Just because I can and in case he hasn't reach your tv screen

thought I would share him with you!

My pleasure