Wednesday, 1 September 2010

There was a time not too long ago, when he was in love, and in a dream, a dream now in a vapor of air mixed with the essence of camphor and raunchy stench of excreta made famous by an organ only arguably seconded by the brain. He was lying , not by choice, well there was never a better liar, but he lay there all battered more by morals than by the men who chose to take him on. Kevin knew that his life was all but leaving him as he heard the sirens of the ambulances and the heavy breaths of the paramedics on his lips. At least they had the courtesy to chew gum....

Five weeks ago the Bank of Schrimartz on the west bank of the Thames was just another high street branch, neglected , lowdown and predictably slow. Forgotten by the Lords who laid the very foundation stone and the decadent society that surrounded it. The Thames, makes it way through some of the most enviable sands in the world, and though it is the the Thames that glorifies these lands, some believe they had. Families that owned the lands along this great river

Questions & Answers

Its about time I started writing more, while I was tempted to pen in a few of my favorite recipes instead the chance to punt at love and it nuances is more interesting.
So I wrote a poem instead:

I come with questions , but all questions need not be answered,
I come again with them, unanswered they remain cancered,
Malignant as they are, some still remain despite your carefully thought answers,
Only your love,your memoriy is the cure, and in that I believe,
No questions remain, no answers sought after for a mile,
Just be the reason for my smile