Loose Words

I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
Again,
 I hadn't looked before I spoke.
If I'd been a car
You would have wrecked me,
Over a cliff perhaps, so you could watch.


Would I have eaten my own words as I fell?


I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
I wish you'd used one on me,
Before I could speak,
Before I could....Well you know.


If I open my eyes now, will you have gone??

A day at the Office

She awoke this morning,
feather headed and sandy eyed,
to struggle from sleeps gentle arms and contemplate the day ahead.
Time rings his strident bell,
and forced into the shower she washes a body
that does not quite belong to her.
The pleasant vacuum of early morning emptiness fills her head,
trying to decide upon the garments of the day.
What a task!
Damp feet padding across the carpet,
choosing and discarded skirts and shirts along the way,
her ever waking eyes suddenly alight upon a long forgotten dress.
Perfect.
Ten minutes pillaging through drawers finally produces
an unladdered pair of black stockings.
Matching underwear costs her five minutes,
a pair of patent leather shoes ten minutes more.
Garments donned,
hair washed and brushed,
lips glossed,
at last she smiles.
A trail of debris follows her to the door,
her swirling coat the last to leave the house.
Tall, straight and immaculately dressed she walks...
Ready for another day at the office.

Lies

Don't lie to me and tell me
That you're just the same as me.
I really don't appreciate
Your stinking fantasy.
I know we're not that different,
What with breathing air 'n all,
But there's nothing else
We have in common,
'Baby',
Not at all.
Your soothing words
Were razor tipped
With purple enmity,
So shove this
Where it hurts most
'Babe',
You're not the same as me.

That's all.

Just.

No.

Sorry, what was the question?

Succubus returns

Come tip toe through my petalled mind

And show me how you'll please,

I'll raise a thought that seeds a storm

And brings a planet to its knees

Now dream your dreamscape, write it large,

And drive the lights away,

Undo the stays that hold the world

And bring my succubus to play

Your strength I take though lips and lust

Your cries all petered out,

Now all you are is mine to hold

Your soul, a dying shout.

You tiptoed through my seeping mind

And that was your mistake,

For all your love was mine to steal

And what I want, I take

Saturday Shoot

What a brilliant way to spend a Saturday afternoon!

Thanks to the lovely, and far too talented Jill Adams to whom photography is but one sting to her bow,

and the super stylist and dancer Ruby Adams, otherwise known as

Miss Cream Tease

I took part in my first photo shoot for about 10 years!

And miracles were worked.

I've attached a couple of the results below.

I can't wait for the next one.

THANK YOU LADIES!!!

Friday

Friday has come......
AT LAST!
It's a good job we've got the week
In between,
Otherwise we'd spend far too much time
On Friday's,
And not enough time
Looking forward to them.
Oh, for a week full of Fridays!

Sing

Sing a song of summer sounds,
To
Bring a heart of stone around,
Then
Take your soul inside the song,
And
Harmonise 'til 's reason's gone.

Repeat

At first I thought I couldn't,
And then I thought I could,
But never sure I shouldn't,
I wasn't sure I should.
It wasn't that I wouldn't,
It's probable I would,
For anything you shouldn't do
Is sure to turn out good.

Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

Switch

Laugh, and it leaves the light on,
Cry, and it fades away,
Don't just take my word for it,
Try and you will see.

Never the answer you quite expect,
The brightness comes and goes,
Laugh and it leaves the light on,
Cry and you'll feel the cold.

Chop Chop

Don't......

Chop. Chop.

He can't see me can he?

No. No. Nonononononno. 

Why has it......

Door. 

Hide.

Small, smaller.

 Not small enough.

Stop please stop please stop. 

I won't tell.

Please.

I. (breathe, breathe)

Won't. (breathe, breathe)

Tell. (breathe)

Don't smile at me like that.

Chop.  

Chop. Chop.

Today

Today has been the kind of day that if swearing hadn't already existed I would have invented it.

Rock n Roll.

No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Beautiful

Something for the eyes today.

Source: twitter.com via Cathie on Pinterest

Not me...

Not me,

I didn't do it,

Well,

At least, I didn't know,

Well, no-one else here told me,

What  was what, or so and so.

Anyway,

It wasn't me that said it,

Well, it might have been a bit,

But they told me,

Well, they told me,

That  that  woman

Was

A

Tit.

So,

Don't be moaning in my ear,

Don't be telling me I'm bad,

Not a problem really,

Is it,

I can't see why you're so mad.

And if you think about it,

Well,

The fault was really theirs,

And if you 

Still don't like it,

Go tell someone else

Who cares!