White Coats

Happy Birthday Lisa

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 01:38:36 +0100

Happy Birthday Lisa
Hope you have a great day
With love and hugs
xxxx

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Untitled © M

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:54:04 +0100

Back then in the night,
unexpected your call.
Living your fight,
hearing your fall.

Your demons were battled
you picked your self up.
sometimes being rattled
half empty your cup.

but mostly were wise;
old head on young shoulders.
cutting through his lies,
letting love's embers smolder.

Pushed the excrement out
stepped away from the wrong
Lost all your doubts
grew evermore strong.

And look at you now
my god you're a strange one
we got here somehow
as time malingered on.

A friendship that grew,
found like a needle in hay.
neither of us knew,
we would be here today.

being less than a lover
but more than a friend
there for each other
our heartaches to mend.

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Friendship © M

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:15:00 +0100

People enter our lives freely,
at the moment when they're needed.
they exist there for an indeterminate time,
before disappearing back from whence they came;
or remaining, at our side, forever more,
becoming a true and valued friend.

to those we consider a friend,
we give of ourselves freely;
all they require and yet more.
sharing support and kindess when they're needed,
promising to be there when the fearful moments came;
for them there's no limit to our time.

When illness arrives, it doesn't care about the time.
When all we need is a good friend,
to bring hope and happiness when they came
into our life to save us, and freely
they take care of all that's needed;
and showing us they are something more.

and friendships we always are seeking more,
people with whom we don't mind sharing our time.
those moments of socialization being what is needed,
yes! We seek out the company of a good friend.
with whom pleasure always comes freely;
And we're always glad they came.

And those moments that into our lives came,
the happy times; we can't help but wish for more.
but the days, weeks, months pass far too freely;
and everything we have to do, it's hard to find time
but when we spy a close and dear friend,
it's never hard to see where we're needed.

But those who appear only when needed
and only exist during the moment they came
Maybe never really becoming a friend.
a distraction from ourselves nothing more.
We never can see that at the time,
and hope for more, welcome them to our life freely.

How will they be when needed, stay for the crisis nothing more?
And when that moment came; do they share with us their time?
Always hoping for a friend; to make our smiles come back freely.

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Make up your mind © M

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:02:51 +0100

Make up your mind or all will be lost;
you never take a decision, yet you know the cost.
It's already so long and still we're nowhere,
Please empty your mind and with us do share.--
After all, we are but 'the bossed'.

Time passes quickly, summer turns to frost.
I worry of all the time we have lost.
Loss of reputation being more than you'd bare.--
Make up your mind...

Thought by now that you'd have it sussed,
but our concerns, in the bin, you have just tossed.
Kept in the dark; which just isn't fair
punishment, failure; as if we don't care!
I think we all know the inevitable cost.--
Make up your mind...

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Intermittently © Barenaked Ladies

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 11:17:24 +0100

Someone somewhere has unglued our epoxy

Someone somewhere has unglued our epoxy
And now I'm kissing you by proxy
Hope you don't mind
Somewhere someone is dreaming of me
Tries to love me, hope you don't mind

I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently

She's a lot like you but she don't look like you
Okay, she's not you
But she'll do fine
I got my life on hold just to avoid confrontation
But should I tell you to your face and
Risk my hide?

I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently

When immeasurably
Turns to intermittently
There's no use in going on
Except for fear of being wrong
Every morning I just hit the ground yawning...
Stick around if you enjoy disaster
'Cause if you can't see what I'm after
You must be blind

I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently

Didn't have the heart to say goodbye
So I continued in my charlatan ways
Did I say heart?
I meant to say guts
So now I'm on my own
And I'm sorry that you're gone

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Everything right is wrong again © They Might be Giants

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:17:20 +0100

Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her

Wake me when it's over, touch my face
Tell me every word has been erased
Don't you want to know the reason
Why the cupboard's not appealing
Don't you get the feeling that

Everything that's right is wrong again
You're a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesn't stop the feeling

Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her

And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
The song is over now

Everything right is wrong again
Every movement false, every four is waltz again
Every five and dime's been gained and spent
Tell me that you like my float upstream
Draw the line dividing laugh and scream
You know everything that I know so I know
You've heard the voice that makes the silent noise
That says that

Everything that's right is wrong again
You're a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesn't stop the feeling

Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her

And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
The song is over now

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What would you do? © Deathray

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:18:47 +0100

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Back in the UK....

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 16:06:49 +0100

On my other blog (well, on one of my other blogs) I'm writing about my trip away; I'm not a one to re-post or re-hash ... so here's the link. Go read about it there. The first part has been uploaded, there's another two, maybe three, to come.

"...or there and back again (part one)"

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be back soon

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:35:56 +0100

(I'm going away for a bit, but will return soon... not that anyone will miss me )

catch you later
X

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But not forgotten © M

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 12:11:11 +0100

You are gone, but not forgotten.
The deeds done, the wars fought.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
From death, the legacy of peace bought
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Though we may never know all your names
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Timeless heroism puts us to shame.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Was it worth it, all the cost?
You are gone, but not forgotten.
All the young lives that we have lost.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
So this day, a nation stands mourning
You are gone, but not forgotten.
respects paid, for our new day dawning
You are gone, but not forgotten.
But still your ranks dost swell
You are gone, but not forgotten
still war remains, we know it well.

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a public display of affection © M

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 11:49:05 +0100

Kissing passionate and deep, our lusty sin
can't see where you end, or I begin.
Hearts pounding fast, within our chests
beating with love, no more regrets.

"Touch me," she says, "gentle and slow."
She takes my hand, guides me where to go.
Holds me close, "does that feel nice?"
"slip inside now, follow my advice."

She moans my name with a sexual air
my hand stroking her lady hair.
Fingers teasing, touching slow
parting, entering, here we go.

Teasing touch, delicate and erotic
more intoxicating than a powerful narcotic.
Can't take it no more, it's all too much
we were taking it slow, but now we rush.

Loosening clothing, hiking up her skirt
unzipping my trousers, undoing her shirt
slipping inside, shagging against the wall
hope strangers passing by don't hear our calls.

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Lie to me © M

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 14:06:31 +0100

I wonder if ever I have heard
a shred of truth in your incredible words.
The world you belong to and the life you lead
seems so unreal, fantastical, I disbelieve.

So lie to me, if it makes you happy.
wear a false mask and dress quite snappy
and build your life on half truths and lie
what is the point? I ask you why?

Do you think I'm impressed by your misguided splendour?
your woes and fears; oh you great pretender!
I'm here because I like you, that is all
There is no need for all your tales so tall.

But lie to me, if it makes you happy.
about your mah and undead pappy.
About the power you profess to hold
'fore changing the story 'cause it's grown old.

I wonder if ever I have heard
a shred of truth in your incredible words.
The world you belong to and the life you lead
seems so unreal, fantastical, I disbelieve.

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Sinful lust © M

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 12:12:41 +0200

A touch, a kiss; caress, such bliss.
How could this e'er be wrong?
Entwined, together; bodies locked, forever
but for my love, I long.

Unzip, untie; her moan, my sigh.
to nights' passion we succumb.
parting wide, fingers slide inside
but of us, what will become?

Kiss some more; you know the score.
once started never stops.
hard and wet; we kiss, we pet
naked flesh below our tops.

You need me now, desperate and how.
Deep down you ache for more.
I kiss your lips, grab your hips.
We join together on the floor.

Take me deep, make me weep
trembling comes so soon.
naked, wet; drenched in sweat
like one by light of moon.

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Go To The Mirror

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:06:56 +0200

"I often wonder what it is he's feeling.
Has he ever heard a word I've said?
Look at him, now in the mirror dreaming.
What is happening in his head?
What is happening in his head?
Oooooh, I wish I knew, I wish I knew."
© the Who

(as stolen from the link on tomatopuree's blog )

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From a cynic among you © M

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 10:25:03 +0200

Make yourself up
with your favourite face.
Skirt up high,
you love the chase.
Individuality uniform,
drives men insane.
Peroxide blonde sea,
playing the board game.

Dress for the best,
with a shirt and a tie.
always been the same,
you didn't ask why.
Suited sheep bleating,
corporate pigs chasing wealth.
Achieving nothing,
but losing their health.

What once was, is
always been the same.
Human traffic chasing down
a new gravy train.
Stay away from my station,
I will not be nice.
Don't ask stupid questions,
you'll suffer advice.

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Not here © M

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 20:06:32 +0200

I think I will miss you when you're gone.
All those sights, I've never seen.
I will miss you when you're gone,
all these places, I've never been.

I think I will miss you when you're gone.
All those scents, I've never smelt.
I will miss you when you're gone,
all those skin-textures, I'll have never felt.

I think I will miss you when you're gone.
All those sounds, I'll never hear.
I will miss you when you're gone,
Don't say it's too late, and you're not here.

a blog entry for "blog action day"

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Sat, 13 Oct 2007 19:22:25 +0200

Only light of eyes in the darkness,
staring me down, staring me down.
A thousand sharp-toothed creatures,
circling round, circling round.

Those inhuman beasts are coming,
I hear the sound, hear the sound.
Thought I was safe, my last mistake,
now me they've found, me they've found.

A helpless prey I'll not be
I cry aloud, I cry aloud.
"Come on you bastards - come and get me!"
waiting their sounds, waiting their sounds.

A last embrace, the kiss of death, I feel it wrap around.
I scream, I shout, I kick, I punch. And then fall to the ground.
Is this what will become of me? Blood patterns splatter round.
Limbs dismembered, the beasts howl; I scream a silent sound.

I'm screaming as bells fill my head,
ringing loud, they ring loud.
terror replaced by my morning clocks'
Alarming sounds, alarming sound.

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The Book

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 13:22:52 +0200

"I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn't know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around,
Passed down
Among strangers hands"
_{© Sheryl Crow}

You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!

Take the quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

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National poetry day (dreams)

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 10:35:48 +0200

The Terror © M

Screech, a twist; untie, unbind
release the monster from this life unkind.
Upon the streets to fight and prey
upon those who scurry from light of day.
A death mask falls upon his victim's face
the stench of decay fills the place.
Bloody and rent, the deed is done
a fleshless corpse, missed by none.
Then to the skies to soar and see
feel his shadow cast over me.
Filled with dread, soaked with the sweat
awaken screaming
the bed is wet.

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Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:06:25 +0200

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh,
totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas
she totally confused all the passing pihranas

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains
and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane
Small things so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at sub-sonic speeds

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?

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Thu, 13 Sep 2007 11:29:22 +0200

Scattered seeds and breaking storms
Won't make a decent lie for you
Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs

Step by step and I don't need this
And I don't need to be saved

Five steps away from this cliff top
And birds sing their praises
To this weary world that haunts my weary soul

There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all
There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all

And in every despair I'll find you standing there
Waiting with the bitter taste of envy on your sleeve
'Cause tonight is our night
And I don't want this
No, so won't you let me go

And every animal will find itself a home
And every man and woman, well they'll just lose control
And we can make ourselves believe
That I don't want this, I don't need this
No, I have this to myself

There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all
With every despair I'll find you standing there
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all

Sense at all
Sense at all

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Wed, 29 Aug 2007 14:28:37 +0200

It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue-finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball,
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
T'every Rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."
"Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."

So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for an eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Well nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired
Oh nothings's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired
Oooh, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."
"Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."

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White Coats

Happy Birthday Lisa

Untitled © M

Friendship © M

Make up your mind © M

Intermittently © Barenaked Ladies

Everything right is wrong again © They Might be Giants

What would you do? © Deathray

Back in the UK....

be back soon

But not forgotten © M

a public display of affection © M

Lie to me © M

Sinful lust © M

Go To The Mirror

From a cynic among you © M

Not here © M

My recurring nightmare © M

The Book

National poetry day (dreams)

Lump © The Presidents of the United States of America

Monsters © Funeral for a Friend

Little Bones © The Tragically Hip