Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape,
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house

(aubade P Larkin)

rallying Call



Risin up -- back on the street,
Did our time, took our chances
Went the distance now we’re back on our feet
Just a team and its will to survive --
So many times, it happens too fast,
You trade your passion for glory,
Dont lose your grip on the dreams of the past,
You must fight just to keep them alive

its the eye of the tiger,
Its the thrill of the fight,
Rising up to the challenge of our rivals,
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night,
And hes watching us all
With the eye of the tiger.

Face to face -- out in the heat,
Hangin tough, stayin hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street
For the WIN , with the WILL to survive --


Risin up -- straight to the top,
Have the guts, need the glory
Went the distance, now we are not gonna stop
Just a team and his will to survive --

Thursday, December 07, 2006

ode for the lucky man at xmas ?

He laid her on the table,
so white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
he touched her breast ,
then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
he gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide........
He looked inside,all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms.
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Then stuffed the Christmas TURKEY

Thursday, November 30, 2006

GIRLS a SERIOUS warning

I was forwarded this from a work colleague and its quite shocking! Read this and pass the warning on!!!

A woman at a night-club on Saturday night was taken by 5 men who, according to hospital and police reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable to remember the events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeat rapes and along with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, was Progesterex, which is essentially a small sterilization pill. The drug is now being used by rapists at parties to rape AND sterilize their victims. Progesterex is available to vets to sterilise large animals. Rumour has it that Progesterex is being used together with Rohypnol, the date rape drug. As with Rohypnol, all they have to do is drop it into the girl's drink. The girl can't remember a thing the next morning, of all that had taken place the night before. Progesterex, which dissolves in drinks just as easily, is such that the victim doesn't conceive from the rape and the rapist needn't worry about having a paternity test identifying him months later. The drug's effects ARE NOT TEMPORARY- They are PERMANENT! Progesterex was designed to sterilise horses. Any female who takes it WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONCEIVE. They can get this drug from anyone who is in vet school. It's that easy, and Progesterex is about to break out big everywhere. Believe it or not, there are even sites on the Internet telling people how use it. Please COPY this to everyone you know, especially girls. Be careful when you're out and don't leave your drink unattended. Please make the effort to PASS this on to all you know... Guys, please inform all your female friends and relatives. This has now been reported to have been used on 360 women around London. Girls keep your drinks safe at all times and blokes look after the girls you are with.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A brighter side

Always look on the bright side of life.
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...Always look on the bright side of life.
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,... Always look on the bright side of death,
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.

(Monty python LOB)

its been a bad week

Australia Win by 277 runs
Australia 602/9 Dec. & 202/1 Dec. v England 157 & 370
73rd Ashes Thu, 23 Nov 2006
England 14 - 25 South Africa
International Rugby Union Sat, 25 Nov 2006 14:30

Colchester United 5 - 1 Hull City
The Championship Tue, 28 Nov 2006 19:45


Thursday, November 16, 2006

Northern Lights

I love to see you free and dancing
You are my angel and my plaything
Your many ways have set my heart ablaze
It's you who puts my soul in ecstasy

You are my angel and my plaything
Your motion I find so entrancing
Shall I stand next to your fire?
Smoke rings rise higher and higher
You are my angel and my plaything

If I'm your rose you are my sun and rain
And the northern lights will shine again and again
If I'm your rose you are my sun and rain

In the heat of the night, in the light of the day
As is given can also be taken away
In the heat of the night in the light of the day
I remove anything that can stand in our way

I'll be your rose that sets your heart ablaze

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Bricks in the wall


I dont need no walls around me.
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Dont think I need any thing at all.
No. dont think I need anything at all.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.