A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Dying Flower

Dying petals lying on the windowsill, blown there by the whispering wind,
Lost, Forgotten, Betrayed, Left to crumble into dust.

The whispering wind, poking prodding the dying petals,
come! come! play with me, dance with me, fly with me,

Petals stirring on the windowsill, ebbing, leaking energy,
life force diminishing. Yearning, towards the promise,
Particles of misty dreams remembered
dancing,
laughing,
playing,
with the whispering wind.

Memories remembered swirling twirling, lifting higher, higher
flying into the sun, driven by the whispering wind, kiss the petals.
Cruel heat of the burning sun, singed, betrayed, lost, falling to land here on the windowsill.

Dry petals, softly rustle, wistful hope,
Whispering wind prods one last time, no life here, disdainfully,
blows the petals off the windowsill, thoughtless, unfeeling, uncaring,
returns to the garden of fragrant living flowers.

No thought for those that were,
No thought for those that will be,
Rift of conscious
Rift of love,
Rift of compassion,
Knowing only pleasure,
Whirlwind blowing, laughing
teasing, carelessly striping the flowers
of their petals,
Thoughtless of the devastation left in it's wake
barren,
empty,
wasteland,
vanquished.

Destroyer, liar, betrayer, emptiness is your reward, whisper though you may,
none will hear you,
none will see you,
none will listen,
none will care,
Alone
Alone
Alone
So it will be,

Futures gained, futures lost, come claim your just reward, for you have earned this,
Live
and be
Alone
Alone
Alone
Your destiny is written
by your acts and deeds
So be it from this day forward,
Alone,
No one to hear you,
No one to see you,
No one to care,
As it is written so it shall be.

What Hath Doth Done

Within the deepest dark of night there on wings of black I flee, seeking refuge from the light. Oh fearful I, fleeing from thy love, that oh those hazel blue eyes that seek my soul to bring into the light of life. For I have lived a living death hidden in this lightless place. Now you offer love that seeks to carry me into the light. Echoes and echoes of words I heard, lies all that wound me through and through. Should I believe thee now, thou with words of love that seek to hurl me once more into the living world. Oh I was filled with joy but yet fearful. I, should I trust thee, with my heart, for I am bleeding still from wounds inflicted by words and promises that came to naught by thee?
Thy smile, thy voice, thy eyes is blinding so full of light, and so I hid here within the darkness, I hear thy words beckoning me dare I trust, Oh my soul at peril, I say ...YES...I WANT TO........
But...alas!!!!! Thy broke the tradition of love. Thy broke the faith I have in love.
Why doth thy light up the candle and only to blow the only flame away halfway? Thy hath let go of my hand in the dark after walking halfway. Thy left me in the dark. Not only darkness but with thorns and quicksand along the darkened path.
What hath I done to thee to deserve this when I gave thy everything?
Has it been a game all this while for thee? Thou keep secrets, and speaks untruth.
I know not what is truth or what are lies anymore.
I hath over and over again speak to thee...I am of flesh and blood..I do feel pain.
Again I'm drowning in the sea of betrayal. It's how my life was set to be. I should hath known better but I was blind. Blinded by that sweet as honey four letter word.
I should have stick to my principle that love doesn't exist. People are noth who they art or what they appear to be whilst I have been truly honest and sincere.
Thy hath slain me.

Donut Master

Found this shop and see what they have in stall.........whoaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Can neva get enuf..can neva get enuf..can neva neva neva get enuf......

My Little Furries

RIP

My GORGEOUS!! They killed her!! Waaaaaa!! Never again I'm getting a pet fish. This is the 2nd Lohan I had and both died. Now there's this 6' empty dry fish tank taking up the space in the office warehouse....hehe..shld I fill it up with soil and serve it as a flower bed? Hehehehe.

A little bit of time.

Ahoi!!!!!!!!! My ship is a wreck!!!! My crews have gone screwed!!! Vain man had gone for hols and 1 AWOL!!! 2 can't read, 1 sloppy the rest are around but never around!! Vessel steered in the right wind direction with loads of islands to plunder!! (WORK!!) The internet won't get any connection till next week and the pc is giving hell!!! What a way to start at the new office!!! Oh..oh...they killed my lohan GORGEOUS!!!!! I'm going to poison those involve slowly.......grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Well at least I made that 1 rule which is practical..no smoking in my office. Anyone who comes in with a lighted ciggy are being chased out by me. I don't care who it was even if it's the big boss himself!! Bwahahahaha!! And today I've cleaned up the floor and placed my slippers outside the automated slidding glass door on purpose. Before anyone comes in..they have to take off their shoes!!! Hahahahahahaha!!! I think they are getting headaches with me being meticulous. Someone has to I guess.
As for my recent business trip..I've got loads more pic to post. But in the mean time..since I saw those cats in beab's blog..I'll put up my cats!!!
Anyway CONGRATULATIONS to JOE & MEEDA on walking down the aisle!!!

Sheepish Fetish?

My my..I know a brit who could be held for that crime but his er..excuse was that he was too intoxicated to realised it was a sheep...hehehe.



LONDON (Reuters) - A Briton has been arrested on suspicion of carrying out a series of sex attacks on sheep, London police said on Friday.
The 27-year-old man was held at his home in Dulwich, south London, on suspicion of bestiality with sheep. He was also wanted in connection of the possession of drugs with intent to supply.

Detectives said the arrest followed allegations made to them in May and June.

"Two male joggers said they had observed a man molesting the sheep in a field at Botany Bay Lane, Chislehurst," police said in a statement.

"A similar incident was reported to police by a stables employee in the area."

Media reports said the man had been barred from visiting farmland while officers carried out their investigation

Finland/ Aland

Jan's home. Love this place. He's a man who keeps a low profile which does not match his position.


Aland Park. I was told that they had planted 1000 tress which connects one marina bay to the other.


At Peter's home. It was a barbaque which turned to fine dinning!!!


Me, Dino and Bella on full swing.


Jan, Dino, me, Bella, Peter & Hazel(new wife) and Fee.


As usual when there's a camera..MY FAT ASS IS SO THERE!!!! LOL!!!


Fee, Marie (Peter's ex wife) and Faisal aka Mr Bond...Bonchit!!!


Jan, me and Fee..killing time for the ferry to Aland.


Gorgeous sights on board the Viking Line ferry to Aland.


Finally after 2 1/2 hours journey..we arrived at the hotel and that was at midnite!! Still bright like in the late afternoon.


In the office.


Getting ready to ride the horse....ya rite!!!!

Soberton & London ~ Bits & Pieces

OMG!!! He's all grown up and soooooooooooo handsome!!!! Thats Kieren. He's a real darling!!!!

His mother bobby Loiusa. Yet to take her pic in the police officer uniform.

Sean giving his "lil" brother a kiddy ride..LOL!!! Sean complained that the cramps he got on his thighs were not worthy!! If it was Lou..it wld have been different, he said. LOL!!!

The handsome bellman at Charring Cross Hotel....I think he's gay. All good looking guys are!!!!

Lunch at the Hurdles, just 15 minutes walk from home. Jeff and Anne Barnes joined us and as usual, wherever we go...our table would be the noisiest one. So you may have to count us out if you to have a fine dinning...hehehe.

Me & grandad George. He gave me a nickname 'Trouble" Love this old guy to bits!!!

Oyster Keys where Bob has work contract. My suggestions to go there as he took me there last winter and the place was in a way deserted. Pretending to pick a yatch as they are absolutely wow!!!

A simple lunch with Bob making faces.

Birthday boy cousin Clint feeding his wife Lou pigies!!!! She was pinching on it everytime as she carved it. Those who don't take that had beef patties, beef sausages cooked on a separate pit.

Sean's new gf Lou.