Corrosion..........

Today i feel like the spoon............ I don't bend.

Today i don't underestand the matrix.

Truth and lies, sometimes they can be so close, sometime one mingles with the other, lies hiding in the shadow of truth, weaving around it. Does this make the truth that is spoken along side the lie any less of the truth or is it not truth at all, does it become null and void, if so how many times have I lied, or corrupted the truth with an unknown lie.........

Cleverly disguised as not bumbling!!!!!!

As the sound fills my mind, it wanders...
..Along a beach, rolled up trouser legs,
Sand between toes of feet that have been bare all day.
Stepping into tarry water side by side.
Watching the lights strip the willow with the waves-
Orkadian style.
Each moment lasts a lifetime,
Yet rushes on by as tracks play.

My mind shifts now to a street,
As we dance along.
On and off the pavement, side by side.
Music in only one side of my mind,
The other side flicks with possibilities,
I just try to slow my breathing.
happiness rises inside.
I feel my Creator so near.
A broad grin across my face-
Its there even now.

Then to the deck of a ship I go,
Watching the sun bow to the day.
Then slip behind the curtain of dusk-
The colours, the sounds.
Hat on the head warmth,side by side.
Red hoodies pulled tight.
The wake of the boat, awakens me,
From the slumber of unexpectancy.
As it is, it lasts forever.

Then my mind shifts to the stratered rock,
Golds, pinks and browns.
Tunes in one ear, sounds of the sea in the other.
The rock, a cleft holding memories.
With hope that the tide will come in and lap our toes.
Sleep comes easily, but is brief.
I open my eyes and realize.
I can have these moments,
wherever, whenever,
Until the track ends that is.........................

Lets make like a tree and.............

My blog reflects the identity crisis I am having. I now have no desire for pink anywhere on my blog. What does this mean, and no i haven't just seen sence ( you know who you are!!!) But I need help i am loosing myself like the tree looses its leaves. I need a hug................

I have gone a bit less pink, just for those who find it painfull to read due to the excessive pinkness. However in doing so I got a bit muddled oops but I decided to leave it cause i just can't be arsed to try and work it out.

Its amazing when you get somewhere and realise its Gods plan that you are there. And he has sent ahead a message so that there is a random box of rose pouchon waiting for you, purchased a while ago for the simple reason of "I just thought I should dear, I've never seen it before, it just jumped right out at me, why do you like it?" "Yes mum only very much!" Cause lets face it tea is important, God knows this, he knows everything about us even careing for the detail of our favourite tea at the moment.

Leah is brillient, i am just brimming over with love for her. She rocks.

Dad bought a stone polishing machine, it takes a month to polish stones it just spins round and round stones bumping of each other and the grit scrapes them till they are smooth. I feel a bit like a stone in the machine at the moment. They look cool after a month though.