The New Chapter

An angel and her lover.....

2011-01-15T20:38:00.000Z

The lover sleeps and amid his dreams
His angel comes on sunlit beams.
To waken him with kisses sweet,
For her love for him is oh so deep.
She wakes him with her caresses light
Upon his skin and smiles so bright.
And in her eyes, he sees the love
She feels for him neath stars above.
He comes to her to gently place,
Kisses upon her neck and face.
To caress her body and touch her soul.
For together two become a whole.
The love they make is deep and true
And in this embrace their love renew.
When all is done and all's been said,
Upon her breasts he rests his head.
And hears her heart beat for him alone.
A greater love, he's never known.

A fond, but harsh "Goodbye".

2010-07-20T21:55:00.002+01:00

Dear you,

You drive me insane with your whining and whinging and “poor wee me” attitude. Accept that you may have brought your circumstances upon yourself. ACCEPT it and move on with the opportunity that you have now to change it and be happy. That is if in fact, you CAN be happy.

I will no longer be here, or there; Partly because I can’t be, but mostly because I don’t want to be. I love you with all my heart, but to preserve this feeling, I am letting you go.

Stop cutting your nose off to spite your face; you need it to sniff out the rest of the idiots you will undoubtedly come across before you die. I no longer have the energy for your endless trail of dramas. I intend to endure my own and give them my best.

You have NO idea what you have. You are better off in every way than a lot of people I know. Go and get your “issues” resolved, in whatever way works for you, but do it when YOU want to, and when you are ready, because you need to concentrate on it intensely, believe me.

Enjoy your new life and makes sure to make the best of it. I am here when you get back.

Love me.

P.S. You will understand my reasoning one day, I trust you.

My Retreat

2009-07-11T20:50:00.000+01:00

Welcome.

The door is now open, but be warned! Angela’s World is not to everyone’s tastes. Should you have a hole in your tooth, this may not be the best place to be. It is sugary sweet with a pink Skittle on top.

Come in and look around. Do not be alarmed, everything is supposed to be pink.
There are a couple of rules before you enter, so read carefully.
· Please wear the fuschia coloured fluffy slippers provided. That’s right, put them on!
· Spit your old grey chewing gum in the bin provided. I have strawberry Hubba-Bubba for everyone.
· Anyone with any shade of pink colouring in their hair should immediately report to the on-site hairdressers to have it dyed. You WILL get lost!
· Once we reach the chocolate fountain I would ask for your full and undivided attention. Should one find a WHITE (yes, I know, it makes my skin crawl too) Marshmallow, the large, magenta ‘Alert’ button should be hit immediately! This is vitally important.

Right then adventurers, it seems we are ready for the off.

To our left is the pub and yes, it is pink, well coral to be exact!! It sells copious amounts of alcohol, it never closes and it has a fantastic bartender. His name is Pete. He never sleeps and rarely has a break. He allows the juke box up high and has removed the coin slots for the pool table. He doesn’t fall for all that government crap about ‘Happy hours create a binge drinking culture’ and sticks his two fingers up at the ‘Smoking Ban’. All say hello to Pete!! See above.

Now further on up on the right, are the shops. We have: Fred the Florist (he sells pink flowers only, except on Saturdays when he brings me in my favourite white lilies. Bert the Butcher, selling only pink meat (I think he dyes the stuff), Greg the Pinkgrocer (had to, sorry), Francis the Fishmonger and gay Charles who runs the Deli. Charles loves the little pink tissue paper I gave him to wrap his delicates in. I have all I could ever hope for. Raj in the corner shop gets me my pink Sunday papers and my pink spices for my pink chicken tikka massala. It’s pure heaven here in Angela’s World.

Now, I have a little treat for you. This is perhaps the best bit of Angela’s World!! The Park… but it’s like no other park. It has a cave in the hillside that houses someone very special to me. Someone who knows all my secrets, all my troubles and who is my very bestest friend. Be very careful as we approach the pink carpeted area as any sudden noise might startle her and unless you have a hard hat on, that can be quite painful.
Everyone, I would like you to meet…… IMELDA!!!!! The pink Skittle breathing dragon!!!

Imelda is the voice of reason in my head. I sometimes listen, I sometimes don’t. When I make a bad decision, sweet as she may seem, she can get very angry. When she gets angry, she doesn’t breathe fire like normal everyday dragons. She breathes SKITTLES! (the sweets, not the bowling pins) but the Skittles can sometimes come at you with such force that they wedge in your ears, your nose and even give you a pink eye (again, I couldn’t resist). Anyway, she seems to be contented and relaxed, so let’s not hang around for too long and make her agitated.

Her highly volatile nature makes using the chocolate fountain very dangerous....remember what I told you about the magenta 'Alert' button....

You have now seen all I have time to show you today……do call again. Only not too loudly.
Please leave your complimentary fuschia fluffy slippers in the hallway on your way out and take yourselves a packet of strawberry Hubba-Bubba if you wish.

Goodday to you all.

NB. Permission for re-entry will only be granted to those who make a real pink fluffy effort to make me smile.

Mind, Body & Soul

2009-07-09T22:58:00.000+01:00

There is often more to people than we realise. Someone recently said this to me after reading my first two posts...it got me to thinking.

Who do you let in? Who sees the REAL you? I am quite guarded with people initially, but barriers come down slowly, with certain people.

There are sides to me that even my oldest friends have never seen. Lifelong friends, who I would trust my life with, but not my most inner thoughts. Yet someone I have never met and have only ever spoken to via the wonderful world of online networking, can know my intimate thoughts and feelings. This is something that is troubling me. Am I like the proverbial onion? Who gets to peel back the layers and who doesn't? Is it a sub-conscious decision that I make or is it some unexplained connection? Is there something key that triggers the opening?

Answer me this.....how many people REALLY know the real you? Do you know the real you? Is it a personal journey with ourselves that never ends? Or should we all know EXACTLY who we are?

I continue to surprise myself. My attitudes, my thought processes and my opinions on myself are forever changing. Is this life's way of keeping us on our toes? Or ourselves continuing a search for an answer that perhaps is unanswerable. Is there a definition to 'you'?

And as for my body? Well...that is a totally different story. My mind is young. Still thirsting for new experiences, yet my body says 'no' much more often. My body is getting old!! It is screaming at me every morning and evening to 'stop with the abuse'. It cramps, it strains, tensions appear, it grows hair where there never used to be hair!! WRINKLES appear!!! Does my body not connect with my young and thirsty mind? Does it not realise that it has to withstand the continuing and constant desire for new things? Is there a way I can communicate this information and come to some kind of agreement? All of this has to be achieved, but with as little 'exercise' as possible.

That word makes me shudder....exercise. It should be banned. Outlawed!