Why ?

Whoever gave me a heart, was playing a cruel trick;
There's so much that I could do,
Yet I worry about who I should hurt,
If I break free from a fetter or two.

Between now & infinity #

I believe in nothing, yet my faith has been shaken to the core; I thought that there was only one true love for every person, yet I seem to have two; two sole mates, are there more? Perhaps this is why polygamy was invented; I thought it was just a record label, yet here I am to contest the infinite possibilities of love.

Marry me marry me, uh huh.

A True Gentleman

Today the bar was raised.

I was in a shop and a guy stepped aside to allow me to pass, in doing so he nearly tripped backwards over a pile of news papers.

It is no longer enough to be polite, if you want to be a gentleman you have to sacrifice life and limb too. I tell you, next time someone opens a door for me, I will walk through, look him in the eye and say:

You don't expect a thankyou do you? It's not like youv'e broken a leg to help me out is it? What kind of half arsed gentleman are you anyway?

Politeness is superficial, show me your injuries!

Not for sale on Ebay xxx

Outstanding Business

Between enlightenment and I lies my outstanding business.

It is here you find the sufferings of my short lived happiness.

It is here you find the worries of my outstanding business.

Aside, abit from my heart, a pain &

My heart breaks
everytime I say goodbye;
'Will there be a next,
Could this be the last.'
My love is felt in a cry
from my soul to be wanted
needed or held;
'Will there be a next,
Could this be the last.'
On a silent day my love was felled.

Through my eyes@#~!

Today I feel like my life is a television show where I wrote the script.

Yeah, the spaceship with flashing lights was a bit far fetched, but you gotta have fun you know. And no, I can’t think why I chose Nora Batty for a Mother-In-Law, but so long as most of the characters are well cast, an American network may buy the rights to remake it, whilst leaving out all the good stuff. And Hey, I wouldn’t want the Americans to see the good-stuff any how.

Let me tell you about Dil, Dil’s a guy where I work; whenever a new girl starts, Dil goes over and introduces himself; friendly huh? Saint-like some would say. I didn’t give him time of day when he tried it on with me, though I’d probably have got a promotion or two if I had. Well connected is Dil. I’m not sure why I scripted Dil at all; must have been off my head again.

You know, heaven is a nightclub where Jesus is the DJ; hope he plays punk rock.