Reality Check.

http://www.channel4.com/programmes/dispatches/episode-guide/series-95/episode-1

To my brother...

....twat.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

I thought I'd moved on from this
got over the hill of longing
and was skipping down the face of carefree enjoyment
turns out I'm in a rolling valley

and the cliff of longing has presented itself infront of me again.

I don't know if I can bring myself to climb again,
I don't think I have the strength.

Maybe I should turn, and walk down through the valley of life,
forget about the perilous climb,
the adrenaline rush as I reach heights I have never climbed to,
the views I could enjoy,
the small things I could discover in the cracks and crevices of his life,
its tempting.....

I remembered...I thought I hadn't forgotten.

Your voice is so soft,
it soothes me.

It makes me smile, long after you've stopped speaking.

Your eyes are so warm,
your look so intense,
I feel stripped of any falseness,
its just me, you...and thats it.

I can't believe how you make me feel,
I can't think when we talk,
all I have in my head is you,
and the rest turns to....you.

I forgot how much I liked your voice.
I forgot how dark your eyes were.
I forgot how much it meant to me when you smiled.


I don't know how I forgot...

'Eos'

The feeling could not be released,
a tearing, pulling that never ceased.
and inside lay a captive scream,
closing her eyes, she dares to dream
of summer nights and days gone by;
carefree, happy, joyful and high,
on life that has now escaped her grasp,
like a strand of hair slips from a clasp.

Tumbling down her shoulders, those vines,
those locks of beauty set in lines,
hold the embers of that summer day,
that now feels so very far away.
They fade with every tug and pat,
leaving the canvas dull and flat.
Her beauty that was meant to be,
has been stolen by the sea.

Those eyes that should be gazed upon,
so warm and sparkling like a fawn,
have lost that flare, that warmth, that good,
and now lay empty, hard like wood.
No batting of those woeful eyes,
would make one see or realise,

that what was buring, that flame so bright,

has faded deep into the night.

Orange is the happiest colour

"When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out...because that's what's inside. When you are squeezed, what comes out is what is inside."
- Wayne Dyer

A revelation?

"Where is there dignity, unless there is honesty?" Cicero


Existing in a state of disbelief,
Ignoring the truths that lie before us,
we chose to live in a way we think is best,
and fill our minds with dreams of ourselves.
We are selfish by nature,
a trait we condone,

but do not admit to.

We fly by our own wings, yes,
but we are taught how to fly.
We credit ourselves for the heights that we soar,
yet if we fall, we are the first to turn to our teacher.

Our happiness will only come through the departure of our selfishness,
the disappearance of our vanity,
and faith and pride in others.


Only then will we realise how much we have grown.


Only then will it be possible to be completely content.