In the warmth of my love, I am delivered from oblivion, The side you hid from me, The part that you led me on. •x• In life's rose-coloured glasses I didn't see you as a trickster. The warning signs, I was remiss You ensured I would falter. •x• I held on to your side of truth Controverting the evident facts Wounded, numb, deaf, and blind Cozened into your cunning acts. •x• In the chiasm of truth and lies Realizations hit h...

Here I was again back in the good old Summer of 88. It was the summer I first fell in love and nothing and no one had compared since. There were things I needed to do differently this time around and with the knowledge I had now that I could never have had that night would hopefully make all the difference.I took a deep breath and took a twilight zone step into Skate City. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest and my n...

When what’s exhibited and private can be a plethora of pleasure,When disguise and disclosure can dance together, without defamation,When the celebration and the secret can be pair parts of our leisure,Name-calling and nastiness might then absent and abscond from our nation,Finally.When, simultaneously, balance and boldness, we get the knack of,Any precious stone setting against, or for, Sex will be considered a setbackAnd...

My eyes focussed on the horrific scene before me. The cabin was largely intact, but not as it had been. Windows were broken, the luggage racks had come down and bags and their contents were strewn everywhere. Interior panelling was buckled and broken, missing in places, and electrical wiring was hanging. The acrid smell of burnt metal and rubber filled my nostrils, but there was no fire that I could see, although the air...