Told me ya loved me,
Yet you run away,
Standing, wasting time
Crying like a loser,
You stand so proud,
Behaving like a hero,
Don’t ya know?
No one cares.
Stay silent,
You just run away
Hush your mouth,
Like a mute
With words to say,
To you it doesn’t matter.
Don’t care
About the pain.
So you run, you run,
Hiding behind the words of silence.
You stand on the welfare line
Just in time
Safe in the arms
Of salvation,
Tables are starting to turn,
Look in mirror,
Doesn’t it burn?
Steve Boddey May 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Reflection
Rainbow reflecting,
The rays of the sun,
Forever accepting,
The things that I’ve done,
Beautiful as always,
Yet eyes full of scorn,
Wishing I’d never,
Never been born
Cos I love you.
Staring at nothing,
As if something was there
Doesn’t really matter,
Cos you don’t care,
Stand and be counted,
Be safe and secure,
Say that you love me,
Well I’m really not sure
Cos I love you.
Steve Boddey May 2008
The rays of the sun,
Forever accepting,
The things that I’ve done,
Beautiful as always,
Yet eyes full of scorn,
Wishing I’d never,
Never been born
Cos I love you.
Staring at nothing,
As if something was there
Doesn’t really matter,
Cos you don’t care,
Stand and be counted,
Be safe and secure,
Say that you love me,
Well I’m really not sure
Cos I love you.
Steve Boddey May 2008
Covert
something about you,
i think I know,
part of you real,
some is for show,
there is no indication,
no something to touch,
nothing is real,
cos i want it to much.
words sometimes so unkind,
beckoning me inside,
don’t stop,
just got started.
something about me,
you want to know,
i get you to take or leave it,
just let life unfold,
want a piece of my action,
let me slip inside,
covert actions,
youré gonna park and ride,
tragedy unfolds,
don’t stop,
we just got started.
Steve Boddey May 2009
i think I know,
part of you real,
some is for show,
there is no indication,
no something to touch,
nothing is real,
cos i want it to much.
words sometimes so unkind,
beckoning me inside,
don’t stop,
just got started.
something about me,
you want to know,
i get you to take or leave it,
just let life unfold,
want a piece of my action,
let me slip inside,
covert actions,
youré gonna park and ride,
tragedy unfolds,
don’t stop,
we just got started.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A woman's view part 9
The morning brought little in the way of change as regards to the weather.
Rain was bucketing down. The thunder had stopped ages ago.
I guess the angels had finished their game.
It took me a moment before I realised that Dave was not here.
He popped his head around the corner.
“Coffee and toast Anita?”
I went to get up but fell off the sofa entwined in the blanket.
I laughed loudly.
Sprawled on the floor I giggled. I couldn't help it.
Dave came in and placed my coffee and toast on the table in front of me not saying a word. I knew he was smiling. I could feel it, sense it.
I sat on the floor and bit into the toast. I sipped the coffee tasting the freshness of it.
The coffee was good.
Holding my cup in both hands I closed my eyes.
I couldn’t fathom what day it was. I just sat there drifting from one thought to another not caring to stop at any thought but just to allow them to float through my mind.
It had been wonderful to feel his body against mine. To feel his touch. To smell his scent.
He sat behind me and leaned up against the sofa. His arms wrapped around me as I lent back. I felt safe, I felt secure.
Placing my coffee down I arched back and kissed him passionately.
My body ached for him. It started to scream out for his touch.
We rolled on the floor kissing each other relentlessly.
He fondled my breasts, through my nightie.
Some how he managed to take it off without me noticing. He suckled my breast as his hand slid up and down my thighs. I arched back almost begging him to have his way with me.
He did so with gay abandon.
He entered me with ease and the sensations were increased as he nibbled my breasts and neck.
I scratched at his back trying to grasp him and hold him closer.
I could feel him pulsating inside of me.
His body starting to perspire and his moans and groans increasing.
I could hear myself yelling out for him to take me and not stop.
The slurping sounds of our love making, the patter of rain against the windows, the warmth of the open fire on our bodies only added to the pleasure we both shared.
I felt my body tighten as pleasure came to me in waves.
I felt light headed. I felt I was floating.
It was then that he let out a deep moan.
I felt the heat as the juices flowed into me.
I seemed to last a lifetime. He slumped on me.
His moans and groans only interrupted by his insatiable appetite to kiss every part of me.
His heavy breathing began to slow.
He placed his arms under my shoulders and cuddled me.
I could still feel him releasing every last drop into me.
We lay there for quite awhile before slowly starting to pull away from each other. The temptation to stay joined was intense yet we pulled ourselves apart slowly.
Laying their holding hands, our eyes closed. We rolled into each other.
He threw the blanket over both of us.
There on the lounge room floor we both fell asleep.
In each others arms we had found peace, love and contentment.
But the best was yet to come!
Whitesnakes do it better ........ With passion and spirit!
Rain was bucketing down. The thunder had stopped ages ago.
I guess the angels had finished their game.
It took me a moment before I realised that Dave was not here.
He popped his head around the corner.
“Coffee and toast Anita?”
I went to get up but fell off the sofa entwined in the blanket.
I laughed loudly.
Sprawled on the floor I giggled. I couldn't help it.
Dave came in and placed my coffee and toast on the table in front of me not saying a word. I knew he was smiling. I could feel it, sense it.
I sat on the floor and bit into the toast. I sipped the coffee tasting the freshness of it.
The coffee was good.
Holding my cup in both hands I closed my eyes.
I couldn’t fathom what day it was. I just sat there drifting from one thought to another not caring to stop at any thought but just to allow them to float through my mind.
It had been wonderful to feel his body against mine. To feel his touch. To smell his scent.
He sat behind me and leaned up against the sofa. His arms wrapped around me as I lent back. I felt safe, I felt secure.
Placing my coffee down I arched back and kissed him passionately.
My body ached for him. It started to scream out for his touch.
We rolled on the floor kissing each other relentlessly.
He fondled my breasts, through my nightie.
Some how he managed to take it off without me noticing. He suckled my breast as his hand slid up and down my thighs. I arched back almost begging him to have his way with me.
He did so with gay abandon.
He entered me with ease and the sensations were increased as he nibbled my breasts and neck.
I scratched at his back trying to grasp him and hold him closer.
I could feel him pulsating inside of me.
His body starting to perspire and his moans and groans increasing.
I could hear myself yelling out for him to take me and not stop.
The slurping sounds of our love making, the patter of rain against the windows, the warmth of the open fire on our bodies only added to the pleasure we both shared.
I felt my body tighten as pleasure came to me in waves.
I felt light headed. I felt I was floating.
It was then that he let out a deep moan.
I felt the heat as the juices flowed into me.
I seemed to last a lifetime. He slumped on me.
His moans and groans only interrupted by his insatiable appetite to kiss every part of me.
His heavy breathing began to slow.
He placed his arms under my shoulders and cuddled me.
I could still feel him releasing every last drop into me.
We lay there for quite awhile before slowly starting to pull away from each other. The temptation to stay joined was intense yet we pulled ourselves apart slowly.
Laying their holding hands, our eyes closed. We rolled into each other.
He threw the blanket over both of us.
There on the lounge room floor we both fell asleep.
In each others arms we had found peace, love and contentment.
But the best was yet to come!
Whitesnakes do it better ........ With passion and spirit!
Morning Humour
The first testicular guard was invented for cricket players in 1874.
The first helmet was invented in 1974.
It took men 100 years to realize that the brain is also important.
Whitesnakes do it better ............ No Ball!
Thanks Buff!
The first helmet was invented in 1974.
It took men 100 years to realize that the brain is also important.
Whitesnakes do it better ............ No Ball!
Thanks Buff!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Where's ya bin?
Good grief I am so tired. Bin working at long last!
It has been good.
I did 49hrs work in 4 days and am now working at a shopping mall.
The best bit was on my second shift of the 49hr stint my supervisor suggested that I would make a great supervisor.
So now I am training in the mall ta be a security supervisor, how cool is that?
Well me little lovelies I must bid you a goodnight or what ever it is where ya are.
Take care stay safe and do us a favour pop getwellchris.blogspot.com/ A fellow blogger who is crook.....
Whitesnakes do it better...when ya walking the Mall!
It has been good.
I did 49hrs work in 4 days and am now working at a shopping mall.
The best bit was on my second shift of the 49hr stint my supervisor suggested that I would make a great supervisor.
So now I am training in the mall ta be a security supervisor, how cool is that?
Well me little lovelies I must bid you a goodnight or what ever it is where ya are.
Take care stay safe and do us a favour pop getwellchris.blogspot.com/ A fellow blogger who is crook.....
Whitesnakes do it better...when ya walking the Mall!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Carry on the Ramblings
I wandered lonely as a cloud.....
Until ole Keethy sang out Loud!
Steve Boddey May 2009
Until ole Keethy sang out Loud!
Steve Boddey May 2009
Carry on up the Thames
A cloudless night like this
can set the spirit soaring,
or else one has a whiskey
cos the Tv's boring!
Steve Boddey May 2009
can set the spirit soaring,
or else one has a whiskey
cos the Tv's boring!
Steve Boddey May 2009
Carry on up the river
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;.
And I was filled with such delight
But when I lifted up her veil
I nearly died from fright.
Steve Boddey May 2009
And I was filled with such delight
But when I lifted up her veil
I nearly died from fright.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Worrying
ever wondered where you would be now?
ever stopped and wished you had changed?
wanting happiness without any tears,
but your life is now so pre-arranged.
no mores tears, they are not listening,
look to the mirror to see the damage done,
you've travelled around in a full circle,
worry more about how you never won.
Steve Boddey May 2009
ever stopped and wished you had changed?
wanting happiness without any tears,
but your life is now so pre-arranged.
no mores tears, they are not listening,
look to the mirror to see the damage done,
you've travelled around in a full circle,
worry more about how you never won.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Work
At the end of a tiny, deserted bar is a huge Aboriginal bloke 2 metres tall and 150 kilos.
He's having a few beers when a short, well-dressed and obviously gay man walks in and sits beside him.
After three or four beers, the gay fella finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big Aboriginal.
Leaning over towards the Aboriginal he whispers, 'Do you want a blow-job?'
At this, the massive Aboriginal leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool.
He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park, and returned to his seat at the bar.
Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer. '
I've never seen you react like that', he says,' Just what did he say to you?'
'I'm not sure', the big Aboriginal replies, 'something about a job....'
For the next few days I will be working long shifts.
Please be patient and I shall return.
Whitesnakes do it better ............. when its all night long
He's having a few beers when a short, well-dressed and obviously gay man walks in and sits beside him.
After three or four beers, the gay fella finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big Aboriginal.
Leaning over towards the Aboriginal he whispers, 'Do you want a blow-job?'
At this, the massive Aboriginal leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool.
He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park, and returned to his seat at the bar.
Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer. '
I've never seen you react like that', he says,' Just what did he say to you?'
'I'm not sure', the big Aboriginal replies, 'something about a job....'
For the next few days I will be working long shifts.
Please be patient and I shall return.
Whitesnakes do it better ............. when its all night long
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A woman's View Part 8
We arrived home and he put the kettle on.
We sat next to each me drinking coffee and him drinking tea.
For quite a while I was lost for words. My mind was drifting from this to that and then nothing. I was for one of the few times in my life content.
“Dave, for the next few days can we just, well can we just spend time together?”
“Sure.” was his chirpy reply.
“Bed time for me.” He added.
He started stripping off. Then off to the bathroom in just his jeans.
I picked up the cups and washed them out. Tidied what little mess there was in the kitchen and headed off to my room.
“Night Dave. Thank you for a lovely evening.”
“No worries.” He turned over and went to sleep.
Laying in bed my head was so full of differing emotions.
I was happy yet sad, lost but content. Smiling but wanting to cry.
So intense these emotions, these feelings deep inside of me.
Sleep didn’t come easily.
I still felt his touch. I could still smell his scent. I still found comfort in his company.
It was like nothing I had experienced before such peace of mind.
The clap of thunder woke me. The rain pelting down on the roof soon brought me to my senses.
I went through to where he was sleeping.
Still asleep, I watched him for awhile.
He turned over and slowly woke from his slumber. “You ok?”
“Yeah. The thunder woke me and it’s raining.”
He sat up.
“Anything I can get you?”
That made me smile.
“No. I am fine. Just checking that you are ok.” I lied.
“Come sit here.” He patted the sofa.
I did as he asked.
He wrapped the blanket round me and then his arm.
Thunder cracked again and I shuddered.
“A STRIKE!” He laughed.
“What?”
“Oh, my mum always said that thunder was the angels playing ten pin bowling.” He said that with the most sincere tone.
I giggled.
He laid down pulling me with him.
He covered us both up with the blanket he had wrapped around me.
Pulled me close and had his arm around my waist.
He whispered. “The coloured circles ya see on the road after the rain. They are where rainbows have been.”
I smiled and closed my eyes.
“Night Anita.” he kissed my head.
“Night Dave.” I placed my hand on his.
A womans view part 9
Whitesnakes do it better ........... when there's too many tears.
We sat next to each me drinking coffee and him drinking tea.
For quite a while I was lost for words. My mind was drifting from this to that and then nothing. I was for one of the few times in my life content.
“Dave, for the next few days can we just, well can we just spend time together?”
“Sure.” was his chirpy reply.
“Bed time for me.” He added.
He started stripping off. Then off to the bathroom in just his jeans.
I picked up the cups and washed them out. Tidied what little mess there was in the kitchen and headed off to my room.
“Night Dave. Thank you for a lovely evening.”
“No worries.” He turned over and went to sleep.
Laying in bed my head was so full of differing emotions.
I was happy yet sad, lost but content. Smiling but wanting to cry.
So intense these emotions, these feelings deep inside of me.
Sleep didn’t come easily.
I still felt his touch. I could still smell his scent. I still found comfort in his company.
It was like nothing I had experienced before such peace of mind.
The clap of thunder woke me. The rain pelting down on the roof soon brought me to my senses.
I went through to where he was sleeping.
Still asleep, I watched him for awhile.
He turned over and slowly woke from his slumber. “You ok?”
“Yeah. The thunder woke me and it’s raining.”
He sat up.
“Anything I can get you?”
That made me smile.
“No. I am fine. Just checking that you are ok.” I lied.
“Come sit here.” He patted the sofa.
I did as he asked.
He wrapped the blanket round me and then his arm.
Thunder cracked again and I shuddered.
“A STRIKE!” He laughed.
“What?”
“Oh, my mum always said that thunder was the angels playing ten pin bowling.” He said that with the most sincere tone.
I giggled.
He laid down pulling me with him.
He covered us both up with the blanket he had wrapped around me.
Pulled me close and had his arm around my waist.
He whispered. “The coloured circles ya see on the road after the rain. They are where rainbows have been.”
I smiled and closed my eyes.
“Night Anita.” he kissed my head.
“Night Dave.” I placed my hand on his.
A womans view part 9
Whitesnakes do it better ........... when there's too many tears.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Rubber Gloves
Next time you use a pair of rubber gloves, you're going to smile when you think of this:
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous, so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his gloves.
'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.
'No, I don't,' she replied.
'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex, and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.
' She didn't crack a smile.
'Oh, well. I tried,' he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
'What's so funny?' he asked.
'I was just envisioning how condoms are made!'
Whitesnakes do it better ........... would i lie to you?
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous, so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his gloves.
'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.
'No, I don't,' she replied.
'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex, and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.
' She didn't crack a smile.
'Oh, well. I tried,' he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
'What's so funny?' he asked.
'I was just envisioning how condoms are made!'
Whitesnakes do it better ........... would i lie to you?
a womans view part 7
The journey was only 15mins by car and he did most of the talking which was quite gratifying to be honest.
We arrived and went in taking a table in a corner out of the way from the band and most of the racket that these places seem to attract.
My friend and I chatted away and her partner and Dave talked about manly things.
Drinks arrived and Dave straight away ordered another round.
A few locals came by and said hello.
Asking who Dave was and where he was from.
He entertained them with his humour and stories.
Janice told me later that Paul thought he was great and hoped to see more of him before he left.
“Excuse me.” Dave interrupted.
“I’m just going to have a wander around.” he got up and smiled. “wont be long.”
“I’ll come with you.” Paul said. “Leave you two lovely ladies to talk.”
Janice and I smiled politely.
“So, Anita, Where did you find this guy?”
Oh dear. Janice the nosey friend has to know everything.
A few of the young lads were getting a bit vocal when Paul bumped into one of them.
“Hey watch it bud.” the young upstart told Paul.
Dave cut in. Placing his hand between them.
The place went a little bit quiet.
“I was wondering. Who took your picture out of the frame?”
Dave was pointing to the toilet seat that was hanging on the wall.
There was a roar of laughter from his mates and then the rest of the crowd.
Dave just stood there with a straight face and a questioning look.
The young mans face changed from anger to a smile then a laugh.
“You want a drink?” Dave asked the young man.
“Come on.” Dave ushered the young man to the bar and winked at Paul, nodding for him to follow.
Later that evening Dave and I had a slow dance.
It was nice to feel his arms around me and rest my head on his shoulder.
I wouldn’t usually dance but Dave insisted and I am glad I relented.
All in all it was a wonderful evening.
A womans view part 8
Whitesnakes do it better .........when ya a fool for lovin'no more.
We arrived and went in taking a table in a corner out of the way from the band and most of the racket that these places seem to attract.
My friend and I chatted away and her partner and Dave talked about manly things.
Drinks arrived and Dave straight away ordered another round.
A few locals came by and said hello.
Asking who Dave was and where he was from.
He entertained them with his humour and stories.
Janice told me later that Paul thought he was great and hoped to see more of him before he left.
“Excuse me.” Dave interrupted.
“I’m just going to have a wander around.” he got up and smiled. “wont be long.”
“I’ll come with you.” Paul said. “Leave you two lovely ladies to talk.”
Janice and I smiled politely.
“So, Anita, Where did you find this guy?”
Oh dear. Janice the nosey friend has to know everything.
A few of the young lads were getting a bit vocal when Paul bumped into one of them.
“Hey watch it bud.” the young upstart told Paul.
Dave cut in. Placing his hand between them.
The place went a little bit quiet.
“I was wondering. Who took your picture out of the frame?”
Dave was pointing to the toilet seat that was hanging on the wall.
There was a roar of laughter from his mates and then the rest of the crowd.
Dave just stood there with a straight face and a questioning look.
The young mans face changed from anger to a smile then a laugh.
“You want a drink?” Dave asked the young man.
“Come on.” Dave ushered the young man to the bar and winked at Paul, nodding for him to follow.
Later that evening Dave and I had a slow dance.
It was nice to feel his arms around me and rest my head on his shoulder.
I wouldn’t usually dance but Dave insisted and I am glad I relented.
All in all it was a wonderful evening.
A womans view part 8
Whitesnakes do it better .........when ya a fool for lovin'no more.
baby steps
got no axe to grind,
too old to play games,
fun, laughter and lovin’
all I want,
without naming names.
i know, you know,
dogs howl at the moon,
deep breathe, it’s closer still
get into a groove,
baby steps soon.
got an aching head,
click your heels to move,
dress to kill,
a sliver tongue,
another
ultimate groove.
Steve Boddey May 2009
too old to play games,
fun, laughter and lovin’
all I want,
without naming names.
i know, you know,
dogs howl at the moon,
deep breathe, it’s closer still
get into a groove,
baby steps soon.
got an aching head,
click your heels to move,
dress to kill,
a sliver tongue,
another
ultimate groove.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
A woman's View part 6
It was late afternoon before I woke.
I staggered into the kitchen and found it clean neat and tidy.
Scratching every part of my body I wander around looking for him.
A quick glance out the back window and he was there by the washing line taking the clothes off and folding them before putting them in the basket. The dogs were joyful
playing around the yard. The sun shone brightly and hurt my yet to focus eyes. The world was a bit blurred.
I headed off to the bathroom to shower.
The phoned rang as I entered the kitchen all clean, refreshed and dressed.
It was a close friend inviting me out to the local bar for a few drinks.
“I can’t. I have a friend staying and I ….” She cut me off before I could add any more.
“Bring him along. We’ll pick you both up around 7. See you then bye.”
I had no chance to say a word and panic set in.
What was I to do or say?
“You OK?”
His voice echoed concern.
“We have been invited out and I didn’t get a chance to say anything.”
I felt so inadequate fumbling my words.
“OK. What time?”
“7pm”I said sheepishly.
“No problem. Err you do want to go don’t you?”
“Well I err didn’t get a chance to think about it.”
Really I was absolutely shitting myself.
I do like to socialize but in my own safe place. I don’t like chaos brought into my life.
Oh my. What am I thinking?
Chaos, he has brought chaos and I didn’t even think about that!
“Aye! Settle down. Everything will be alright. I’ll look after you.” He sounded convincing enough for me to feel at ease.
“Get yaself a coffee and I’ll be back after I’m done with this washing.”
Seven o’clock came too quickly for my liking. I was nearly ready. Even put on a bit of makeup.
I could smell his cologne as I entered the lounge area.
He was sitting watching TV with a beer in hand.
“Ready!” I half shouted like a schoolgirl heading on her first date.
He got up, told me how beautiful I looked and put his bottle in the kitchen.
We both went around and locked up as my friend pulled up.
“Ready?”
I let out a big deep breathe. “Yes!”
“Let’s do it.”
A womans view part 7
Whitesnakes do it better ..........When ya ready and Willing!
I staggered into the kitchen and found it clean neat and tidy.
Scratching every part of my body I wander around looking for him.
A quick glance out the back window and he was there by the washing line taking the clothes off and folding them before putting them in the basket. The dogs were joyful
playing around the yard. The sun shone brightly and hurt my yet to focus eyes. The world was a bit blurred.
I headed off to the bathroom to shower.
The phoned rang as I entered the kitchen all clean, refreshed and dressed.
It was a close friend inviting me out to the local bar for a few drinks.
“I can’t. I have a friend staying and I ….” She cut me off before I could add any more.
“Bring him along. We’ll pick you both up around 7. See you then bye.”
I had no chance to say a word and panic set in.
What was I to do or say?
“You OK?”
His voice echoed concern.
“We have been invited out and I didn’t get a chance to say anything.”
I felt so inadequate fumbling my words.
“OK. What time?”
“7pm”I said sheepishly.
“No problem. Err you do want to go don’t you?”
“Well I err didn’t get a chance to think about it.”
Really I was absolutely shitting myself.
I do like to socialize but in my own safe place. I don’t like chaos brought into my life.
Oh my. What am I thinking?
Chaos, he has brought chaos and I didn’t even think about that!
“Aye! Settle down. Everything will be alright. I’ll look after you.” He sounded convincing enough for me to feel at ease.
“Get yaself a coffee and I’ll be back after I’m done with this washing.”
Seven o’clock came too quickly for my liking. I was nearly ready. Even put on a bit of makeup.
I could smell his cologne as I entered the lounge area.
He was sitting watching TV with a beer in hand.
“Ready!” I half shouted like a schoolgirl heading on her first date.
He got up, told me how beautiful I looked and put his bottle in the kitchen.
We both went around and locked up as my friend pulled up.
“Ready?”
I let out a big deep breathe. “Yes!”
“Let’s do it.”
A womans view part 7
Whitesnakes do it better ..........When ya ready and Willing!
A womans view part 5
That afternoon we sat out on the deck eating crackers and cheese.
He gazed across at the mountains in the distance.
Their snow capped tops enchanting him. The forest that surrounded the place a rich green in colour captivated his thoughts.
I had a few chores to do and he was more than happy to help.
He seemed to enjoy feeding the chickens that I allow to roam free during the daylight hours but lock up at night. He collected the eggs they had laid and cleaned up their roost.
He seemed to fit in. It almost appeared as if this was the life he had wanted.
I found myself watching his every move.
Good grief, have I become desperate or what?
Have I craved company for so long that now I have someone to talk to, some one who understands, have I become obsessed?
We watched the sun disappear over the mountains.
As we talked about an assortment of things I realised that I had taken a lot of what I see everyday for granted. I haven’t (as he put It.) taken time to smell the roses. To appreciate what I have and how lucky I am to live in a place that has a beauty few will ever see. He saw beauty, kindness and love in almost everything.
It was quite a pleasant evening so we decided to stay on the deck and listen to music.
Neither of us were hungry. We just grazed the whole evening. Drinking was more our thing that night.
I guess as we settled in. As we were getting to know each other, our minds were trying to fathom what we would do next. My mind was constantly wondering what he was thinking, what is going through his head.
“You know people are funny creatures.” His voice soft yet meaningful.
“They fear things. They are sometimes afraid to live in fear of being hurt or having their lives muddled.”
“Putting up barriers to protect themselves from pain and sorrow and heartache.”
He looked over at me with a smile.
“Those that are close see it as strength. The barrier I mean. They think that we are strong. A pillar that holds everything together, yet nothing could be further from the truth.”
“Another drink?” he asks. “Yes please.”
As he went inside I started to realise he was opening up.
Maybe I could find the answers I have been looking for somewhere in his words.
He passed me another drink and sat himself down, leaning forward, his eyes focussed on the darkness of the night.
“People take what you say and twist it to suit their own ends. It gives them a sense of power. With that comes the abuse and an attitude of Third Reich proportions.”
He pauses to take a swig and purses his lips.
“You can’t fight it. You can’t control it. So you let it slide. There is no point in even trying to understand it. It is what it is. Nothing more nothing less and it is who these people are no matter how hard they try to pretend otherwise.”
“Acceptance of it. Realising that people will be hurtful, spiteful and complete assholes about things. Yet there are those that are quite the opposite. Those that love and care. Sometimes too much. You just never know until the time comes to show your true colours.”
At that moment I just wanted to hold him in my arms.
There was no sadness in his expression. Yet his compassion for those that had gone before came through. It radiated around him.
The howl of a lone wolf broke the silence that had come.
“I think that is what we all are looking for. Somewhere we can call home.”
After that he changed subjects and laughter once again ruled our conversations.
He told so many stories. I was intrigued by his knowledge and wisdom. He belittled it as if it were more of a hindrance to his life than a blessing.
It was about 4am before we went to bed.
He slept on the sofa and I retired to my room.
Picking up my book I read a few chapters and heard the lone wolf call out.
“Somewhere to call home ‘I whispered.
A womans view part 6
Whitesnakes do it better ......... In the still of the night!
He gazed across at the mountains in the distance.
Their snow capped tops enchanting him. The forest that surrounded the place a rich green in colour captivated his thoughts.
I had a few chores to do and he was more than happy to help.
He seemed to enjoy feeding the chickens that I allow to roam free during the daylight hours but lock up at night. He collected the eggs they had laid and cleaned up their roost.
He seemed to fit in. It almost appeared as if this was the life he had wanted.
I found myself watching his every move.
Good grief, have I become desperate or what?
Have I craved company for so long that now I have someone to talk to, some one who understands, have I become obsessed?
We watched the sun disappear over the mountains.
As we talked about an assortment of things I realised that I had taken a lot of what I see everyday for granted. I haven’t (as he put It.) taken time to smell the roses. To appreciate what I have and how lucky I am to live in a place that has a beauty few will ever see. He saw beauty, kindness and love in almost everything.
It was quite a pleasant evening so we decided to stay on the deck and listen to music.
Neither of us were hungry. We just grazed the whole evening. Drinking was more our thing that night.
I guess as we settled in. As we were getting to know each other, our minds were trying to fathom what we would do next. My mind was constantly wondering what he was thinking, what is going through his head.
“You know people are funny creatures.” His voice soft yet meaningful.
“They fear things. They are sometimes afraid to live in fear of being hurt or having their lives muddled.”
“Putting up barriers to protect themselves from pain and sorrow and heartache.”
He looked over at me with a smile.
“Those that are close see it as strength. The barrier I mean. They think that we are strong. A pillar that holds everything together, yet nothing could be further from the truth.”
“Another drink?” he asks. “Yes please.”
As he went inside I started to realise he was opening up.
Maybe I could find the answers I have been looking for somewhere in his words.
He passed me another drink and sat himself down, leaning forward, his eyes focussed on the darkness of the night.
“People take what you say and twist it to suit their own ends. It gives them a sense of power. With that comes the abuse and an attitude of Third Reich proportions.”
He pauses to take a swig and purses his lips.
“You can’t fight it. You can’t control it. So you let it slide. There is no point in even trying to understand it. It is what it is. Nothing more nothing less and it is who these people are no matter how hard they try to pretend otherwise.”
“Acceptance of it. Realising that people will be hurtful, spiteful and complete assholes about things. Yet there are those that are quite the opposite. Those that love and care. Sometimes too much. You just never know until the time comes to show your true colours.”
At that moment I just wanted to hold him in my arms.
There was no sadness in his expression. Yet his compassion for those that had gone before came through. It radiated around him.
The howl of a lone wolf broke the silence that had come.
“I think that is what we all are looking for. Somewhere we can call home.”
After that he changed subjects and laughter once again ruled our conversations.
He told so many stories. I was intrigued by his knowledge and wisdom. He belittled it as if it were more of a hindrance to his life than a blessing.
It was about 4am before we went to bed.
He slept on the sofa and I retired to my room.
Picking up my book I read a few chapters and heard the lone wolf call out.
“Somewhere to call home ‘I whispered.
A womans view part 6
Whitesnakes do it better ......... In the still of the night!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Disconnected
why are you screaming?
about the past,
there were good times,
just didn’t last,
run for cover,
choice words selected,
twisted around,
so disconnected.
mind gone crazy,
when it burst the bubble,
another whiskey,
mine’s a double,
false accusations,
have been detected,
truth in your life
been disconnected.
Steve Boddey May 2009
about the past,
there were good times,
just didn’t last,
run for cover,
choice words selected,
twisted around,
so disconnected.
mind gone crazy,
when it burst the bubble,
another whiskey,
mine’s a double,
false accusations,
have been detected,
truth in your life
been disconnected.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
A womans View part 4
Arriving at my place we unloaded the Ute and were greeted by my dogs.
I had forgotten to tell him about them.
I felt exhausted and told him so.
“Coffee?”
“Yes please” I said without thinking.
Good grief! He’s taken over my kitchen. How the hell does he do that?
I was too tired to bother.
The coffee was perfect.
There is something about a cup of coffee especially when some one else make it.
It is either foul or simply divine.
“My God!” he makes a wonderful cup of coffee.
He stood at the kitchen bench searching drawers and cupboards. He put everything away. Cleared out my fridge and the reloaded it so as to make way for the booze he had brought. Reorganised my pantry. Then started sorting out the meat. Placing each piece into the freezer bags and labelling them.
He was only staying for a week yet he had brought enough to last a whole winter.
“There should be enough ta see you through for a couple of weeks after I leave.”
He muttered.
I sat in my chair all nice and comfy. Sipping my coffee and to be honest I was thinking of absolutely nothing. My mind was in no mans land.
I hadn’t even thought of showing him around. He just seemed to know where everything was. If he didn’t he soon found it.
I was beginning to feel like I was the visitor not the visitee. Is that a word?
After finishing my coffee I got up to feed the dogs.
We brushed past each other in the kitchen.
He looked deep into my eyes and I into his. There was a moment when I felt, I felt that he was trying to read my mind or trying to tell me something without speaking.
That smile, that wry smile he has. Makes me think he has the devil inside of him.
Not in a bad way but he is always smiling and happy. Nothing seems to faze him or even bother him. He just goes merrily about his business with not a care in the world.
It is strange how I allowed him to just take over.
He just knows what to say and to do.
I had been feeling hungry and had been going to ask what he wanted or if he was hungry when he promptly said.
“Gonna knock up a steak sandwich. Ya want one?”
A womans view part 5
Whitesnakes do it better ........ el naturale
I had forgotten to tell him about them.
I felt exhausted and told him so.
“Coffee?”
“Yes please” I said without thinking.
Good grief! He’s taken over my kitchen. How the hell does he do that?
I was too tired to bother.
The coffee was perfect.
There is something about a cup of coffee especially when some one else make it.
It is either foul or simply divine.
“My God!” he makes a wonderful cup of coffee.
He stood at the kitchen bench searching drawers and cupboards. He put everything away. Cleared out my fridge and the reloaded it so as to make way for the booze he had brought. Reorganised my pantry. Then started sorting out the meat. Placing each piece into the freezer bags and labelling them.
He was only staying for a week yet he had brought enough to last a whole winter.
“There should be enough ta see you through for a couple of weeks after I leave.”
He muttered.
I sat in my chair all nice and comfy. Sipping my coffee and to be honest I was thinking of absolutely nothing. My mind was in no mans land.
I hadn’t even thought of showing him around. He just seemed to know where everything was. If he didn’t he soon found it.
I was beginning to feel like I was the visitor not the visitee. Is that a word?
After finishing my coffee I got up to feed the dogs.
We brushed past each other in the kitchen.
He looked deep into my eyes and I into his. There was a moment when I felt, I felt that he was trying to read my mind or trying to tell me something without speaking.
That smile, that wry smile he has. Makes me think he has the devil inside of him.
Not in a bad way but he is always smiling and happy. Nothing seems to faze him or even bother him. He just goes merrily about his business with not a care in the world.
It is strange how I allowed him to just take over.
He just knows what to say and to do.
I had been feeling hungry and had been going to ask what he wanted or if he was hungry when he promptly said.
“Gonna knock up a steak sandwich. Ya want one?”
A womans view part 5
Whitesnakes do it better ........ el naturale
Friday, May 15, 2009
A woman's view part 3
It is around 150 miles to my home. I live somewhere close to the mountains.
It always reminded me of the old days back in the Wild West.
The frontier open for anyone brave enough to venture out into the new world and discover its beauty and its danger.
Trouble these days is the world has caught up with it.
McDonald Signs and adverts line the roads. Supermarkets and Multinational Service stations appear every five or ten miles. They spoil Mother Nature’s natural beauty.
I had the radio on and he sang along with a few tunes. All the time he looked around at the country side asking questions like a child on their first outing.
I actually felt quite motherly.
We arrived in the main part of town and stopped to get some supplies.
“What ya need?” He casually asks.
“Well! We will need some drinks and some munchies.” I say in a sarcastic tone.
He shrugs and says. “Ok, I’ll pay.”
As we wander around like a married couple. He throws things in the trolley.
“Oh this looks good. Ever tried this?”
He seemed not to care about cost of things just what I liked and didn’t like.
Now for the booze.
To be honest I do drink a bit but GOD, did he ever go overboard.
Three crates of beer, six bottles of mixed red, and six bottles of white (only cos they were cheaper by the dozen. Did I say he didn’t care about cost?)
Oh and throw in a bottle of whiskey.
OK it was Scotch whiskey. Not that I would know the difference.
Then he asks if I like the mixers.
“GOD this man is totally out of wack.”
“In a nice way of course.”
The meat section was next.
“What do you like?”
“Chicken.” I tell him like a good girl.
A couple of packs of steak. A pack of sausages and finally some chicken.
Chicken breasts no less. Throw in some drumsticks and chicken thighs.
“You like vegies?”
“Of course!”
He walks around as if he is the chief inspector of the store checking the produce.
He throws in allsorts of bits and pieces.
“Ok I’m done!” is his blunt remark.
“You sure?”
“Got freezer bags? “
“No”
“Got a freezer?”
“Yes”
“Ok I get some bags.”
The checkout loomed.
I was so glad he was paying for this.
The lady on the checkout was in a grumpy mood.
“Hey Hey Hey!” He called out to her.
“Careful with the goods girl. You having a bad day?”
She look at him.
“Ya’ll ain’t from around here is ya?”
He leaned forward and looked her straight in the eye.
“Nope! But if I had known they had beautiful women like you around I would have come here sooner.”
She was taken back.
“Ya’ll just say that.”
“Girl, there is only me and YA’LL better get use to it!”
She laughed her socks off.
She carried on processing the goods through the checkout and the two of them bantered away as if they had known each other a life time.
I didn’t even pay any attention to the cost as I had been too busy laughing.
He just chatted away to anyone and everyone that would listen.
He made a hell of a lot of friends that day.
He even got invited to the local.
A womans view part 4
Whitesnakes do it better ............When Ya'll come back now ya here!
It always reminded me of the old days back in the Wild West.
The frontier open for anyone brave enough to venture out into the new world and discover its beauty and its danger.
Trouble these days is the world has caught up with it.
McDonald Signs and adverts line the roads. Supermarkets and Multinational Service stations appear every five or ten miles. They spoil Mother Nature’s natural beauty.
I had the radio on and he sang along with a few tunes. All the time he looked around at the country side asking questions like a child on their first outing.
I actually felt quite motherly.
We arrived in the main part of town and stopped to get some supplies.
“What ya need?” He casually asks.
“Well! We will need some drinks and some munchies.” I say in a sarcastic tone.
He shrugs and says. “Ok, I’ll pay.”
As we wander around like a married couple. He throws things in the trolley.
“Oh this looks good. Ever tried this?”
He seemed not to care about cost of things just what I liked and didn’t like.
Now for the booze.
To be honest I do drink a bit but GOD, did he ever go overboard.
Three crates of beer, six bottles of mixed red, and six bottles of white (only cos they were cheaper by the dozen. Did I say he didn’t care about cost?)
Oh and throw in a bottle of whiskey.
OK it was Scotch whiskey. Not that I would know the difference.
Then he asks if I like the mixers.
“GOD this man is totally out of wack.”
“In a nice way of course.”
The meat section was next.
“What do you like?”
“Chicken.” I tell him like a good girl.
A couple of packs of steak. A pack of sausages and finally some chicken.
Chicken breasts no less. Throw in some drumsticks and chicken thighs.
“You like vegies?”
“Of course!”
He walks around as if he is the chief inspector of the store checking the produce.
He throws in allsorts of bits and pieces.
“Ok I’m done!” is his blunt remark.
“You sure?”
“Got freezer bags? “
“No”
“Got a freezer?”
“Yes”
“Ok I get some bags.”
The checkout loomed.
I was so glad he was paying for this.
The lady on the checkout was in a grumpy mood.
“Hey Hey Hey!” He called out to her.
“Careful with the goods girl. You having a bad day?”
She look at him.
“Ya’ll ain’t from around here is ya?”
He leaned forward and looked her straight in the eye.
“Nope! But if I had known they had beautiful women like you around I would have come here sooner.”
She was taken back.
“Ya’ll just say that.”
“Girl, there is only me and YA’LL better get use to it!”
She laughed her socks off.
She carried on processing the goods through the checkout and the two of them bantered away as if they had known each other a life time.
I didn’t even pay any attention to the cost as I had been too busy laughing.
He just chatted away to anyone and everyone that would listen.
He made a hell of a lot of friends that day.
He even got invited to the local.
A womans view part 4
Whitesnakes do it better ............When Ya'll come back now ya here!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
A woman's view part 2
I picked up the money and the key card to the room and quietly left.
Leaving him to get some rest.
What the hell was I thinking allowing a complete stranger into my life?
He wasn’t completely a stranger; we had been emailing and chatting for quite sometime before he asked if we could catch up.
I must say I was quite excited at the prospect. I trusted him with a lot of my deepest thoughts and he showed me the respect most others I knew or have known never did.
He was open an honest yet he also kept to himself. I guess that was the attraction.
The thought of the unknown. Getting close to him and unravelling what makes him tick.
I returned and he was still sleeping.
Although not very late. I usually stay up till all hours. I thought it best that I get some shut eye as we would have an early start in the morning.
I showered slipped on a tee-shirt and a pair of panties and slid into bed.
It was raining outside and I could see the raindrops make their way down the window pain.
I looked over at him and wondered how he had come into my life and changed the way I am without even trying.
How he always seems to know the right things to say and even when he said the wrong things he had the knack of turning everything into something good.
It was at that point my eyes closed and sleep took over.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me.
I must say it was quite a pleasant way to wake up.
He had ordered breakfast for two and was setting it out on the table.
“Ready when you are.”
He started without waiting for me.
I stretched out my normal morning stretch.
Got out of bed and sat across from him at the table.
It seemed so natural to sit there half dressed.
It is only now as I look back I am somewhat startled by my openness in front of him.
We talked and ate.
He joked about how I looked a tad scruffy.
It was then that I noticed he had shaved and showered and was sitting there in a tee shirt and boxer shorts.
“Better get dressed.” He mentioned as an after thought.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or if he was just speaking out loud.
I showered and got dressed.
A somewhat revealing red top and a pair of jeans.
He had jeans and a long sleeved shirt. The cuffs turned up. He left it hanging outside his jeans giving him a casual look.
Bags in the car and we were off.
A womans view part 3
Whitesnbakes do it better .............Oh yes baby yes.
Leaving him to get some rest.
What the hell was I thinking allowing a complete stranger into my life?
He wasn’t completely a stranger; we had been emailing and chatting for quite sometime before he asked if we could catch up.
I must say I was quite excited at the prospect. I trusted him with a lot of my deepest thoughts and he showed me the respect most others I knew or have known never did.
He was open an honest yet he also kept to himself. I guess that was the attraction.
The thought of the unknown. Getting close to him and unravelling what makes him tick.
I returned and he was still sleeping.
Although not very late. I usually stay up till all hours. I thought it best that I get some shut eye as we would have an early start in the morning.
I showered slipped on a tee-shirt and a pair of panties and slid into bed.
It was raining outside and I could see the raindrops make their way down the window pain.
I looked over at him and wondered how he had come into my life and changed the way I am without even trying.
How he always seems to know the right things to say and even when he said the wrong things he had the knack of turning everything into something good.
It was at that point my eyes closed and sleep took over.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me.
I must say it was quite a pleasant way to wake up.
He had ordered breakfast for two and was setting it out on the table.
“Ready when you are.”
He started without waiting for me.
I stretched out my normal morning stretch.
Got out of bed and sat across from him at the table.
It seemed so natural to sit there half dressed.
It is only now as I look back I am somewhat startled by my openness in front of him.
We talked and ate.
He joked about how I looked a tad scruffy.
It was then that I noticed he had shaved and showered and was sitting there in a tee shirt and boxer shorts.
“Better get dressed.” He mentioned as an after thought.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or if he was just speaking out loud.
I showered and got dressed.
A somewhat revealing red top and a pair of jeans.
He had jeans and a long sleeved shirt. The cuffs turned up. He left it hanging outside his jeans giving him a casual look.
Bags in the car and we were off.
A womans view part 3
Whitesnbakes do it better .............Oh yes baby yes.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A woman's view
He came through the terminal and out through customs. He looked tired and ragged.
Looking around he soon spotted me and I waved to him like a teenager at a concert. I felt so stupid.
Kissing my cheek he introduced himself and started talking about his trip and how wonderful it was to finally catch up after all this time.
“You look stunning” he told me. I blushed and told him not to be silly.
For the first time in a long time I laughed like I have never laughed before.
He has that effect on people. Even as we walked to the car he talked to complete strangers as if they were people he had know all his life.
I drove him to the hotel.
He continually looked this way and that. Looking at anything and everything. He seemed ta take everything in. A bit like a sponge.
He talked none stop.
Not that I thought it was annoying, I was actually relieved he had take the lead. It saved me from speaking and making a fool of myself.
“I am sorry Sir but there has been a mistake made with your bookings.”
“Oh My God” I thought what now.
He just stood there and rubbed his eye.
Listened to the excuses and merely asked what room was available.
They gave him or should I say us, a room with two double beds.
“You don’t mind sharing.” He asked me.
“Err no “I mumbled without thinking.
We were taken to our room.
It was actually quite tastefully decorated.
He looked around checking the bathroom and the kitchen area.
“Which bed do you want?”
I looked at both beds and pointed to the one nearest the window.
“I am going to need a few hours sleep. Could you get this money changed over for me?” he threw down a wad of notes on to the table.
“Get whatever we may need.” He stretched out and then proceeded to undress.
Pulling back the covers he slid into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
I stood there stunned.
I have just picked up a strange man from the airport. I am spending the night in an expensive hotel and due to circumstances I am now sleeping in the same room.
The guy strips off in front of me as if it were the normal thing to do and trusts me with a whole lot of money.
As he turned over to face away from me he spoke.
“It could be worse. We could be sharing the bed as well.”
He read my mind!
A womans view part 2
Whitesnakes do it better ......... Of course they do!
Looking around he soon spotted me and I waved to him like a teenager at a concert. I felt so stupid.
Kissing my cheek he introduced himself and started talking about his trip and how wonderful it was to finally catch up after all this time.
“You look stunning” he told me. I blushed and told him not to be silly.
For the first time in a long time I laughed like I have never laughed before.
He has that effect on people. Even as we walked to the car he talked to complete strangers as if they were people he had know all his life.
I drove him to the hotel.
He continually looked this way and that. Looking at anything and everything. He seemed ta take everything in. A bit like a sponge.
He talked none stop.
Not that I thought it was annoying, I was actually relieved he had take the lead. It saved me from speaking and making a fool of myself.
“I am sorry Sir but there has been a mistake made with your bookings.”
“Oh My God” I thought what now.
He just stood there and rubbed his eye.
Listened to the excuses and merely asked what room was available.
They gave him or should I say us, a room with two double beds.
“You don’t mind sharing.” He asked me.
“Err no “I mumbled without thinking.
We were taken to our room.
It was actually quite tastefully decorated.
He looked around checking the bathroom and the kitchen area.
“Which bed do you want?”
I looked at both beds and pointed to the one nearest the window.
“I am going to need a few hours sleep. Could you get this money changed over for me?” he threw down a wad of notes on to the table.
“Get whatever we may need.” He stretched out and then proceeded to undress.
Pulling back the covers he slid into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
I stood there stunned.
I have just picked up a strange man from the airport. I am spending the night in an expensive hotel and due to circumstances I am now sleeping in the same room.
The guy strips off in front of me as if it were the normal thing to do and trusts me with a whole lot of money.
As he turned over to face away from me he spoke.
“It could be worse. We could be sharing the bed as well.”
He read my mind!
A womans view part 2
Whitesnakes do it better ......... Of course they do!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Laughter Time
Failure is not when your girlfriend leaves you... It's only when you leave her a virgin.
Tension is when wife is pregnant!
Terror: When girlfriend is pregnant!
Horror: When both are pregnant!
Tragedy: When you are Not responsible 4 both!
The Blue Whale ejaculates over 40 gallons of Sperm when mating.
Only 10% enters the female.
And you always wondered why the sea tasted Salty?!
Why is it that a girl looks down when you say I love you?
To see if you really mean it!
Why is sex similar to shaving?
Well, because no matter how well you do it today,tomorrow you have to do it again.
Wives are funny creatures.
They don't have sex with their husbands for weeks and then they want to kill the woman who does.
Wife: My hubby and I have, what he calls-olympic sex .
Friend: Wow, must be a terrific sex life?
Wife: Not really. It only happens once in 4 Years.
The stock markets now are like an old man's dick?
Just refusing to rise, and the irony is that everyone is still getting fucked!
This week is Breast Awareness Week.
Spread the slogan: We stare because we care!
The saddest part of a Man's body is his Balls.
The Lord Almighty sentenced them to: Hang Till Death !
A loud scream comes from the bedroom and the husband runs in.
He sees a guy leaping out of the window.
Wife yells: That guy just screwed me twice!
Husband: Twice? Why didn't you call me in after he screwed you once?
Wife: Because I thought it was you, until he started the second time...
What is the difference between a chicken and a baby?
Chicken is the result of a sitting hen while the baby is the result of standing cock.
If a bomb bursts in a bra, what would you get?Tit-Bits.
And if it bursts in a man's underwear? Banana split..
What's the diff between a bomb n a condom?
In a bomb blast population decreases and if a condom blasts population increases.
Whitesnakes do it better...................Always
Friday, May 8, 2009
Nonsense
Know a lot of people cos I met em on the net,
Somehow loss my vision like the television set,
Hear the voices calling, knocking at the door,
Running from the places that I’ve never bin before,
Walking round in circles, like ponies at a fair,
Never seeing nothing cos nothings really there
Feelings of aggression ain’t my cup of tea,
Forgive all your transgressions that’s how it suppose ta be,
Darkness in the hallway coldness in the room
A mouthful of riddles couldn’t come too soon.
Clouds are getting darker rain is coming down,
No matter what happens I’m gonna stand my ground
Words that you saying are never to obscene,
Hiding in ya cupboard, cos ya knowing what I mean
Lost on the highway, yet looking for respect,
Broken hearted woman, hasn’t finished yet
The step aside is easy, but the jab across the jaw,
Is nothing like the pain, that eats ya too the core,
Never meant no heartache yet never meant no pain
Dignity been shattered, ain’t never been the same.
Frothing at the mouth, screaming bout ya right,
Lost the sense of reason, cos ya never rode the bike.
Whitesnakes do it better ........... What the hell was I on when I wrote this?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
De Press Shone
got a lot of stories, that I wanna tell,
got a lot of gossip, that I wanna sell,
louisiana tavern not a place I want to be,
something like the thing they say I’ll never see.
an indian for a curry, sure its gonna burn,
a yorkshire pudding, you just gonna have ta learn,
got a kiwi bite my arse, an aussie in my tail,
got a missus want her dinner, gonna make me go stale
friends I got, but not quite just yet,
cos all of them,
are on the internet,
be questioned by the law, charges they wanna bring,
got a million different witnesses say they never saw a thing.
mixed up messages, coming from my brain,
dealing with depression some how ain’t quite the same,
deal with ya own way, deal with what is right,
deal with it your own way, deal with it tonight!
Steve Boddey May 2009
got a lot of gossip, that I wanna sell,
louisiana tavern not a place I want to be,
something like the thing they say I’ll never see.
an indian for a curry, sure its gonna burn,
a yorkshire pudding, you just gonna have ta learn,
got a kiwi bite my arse, an aussie in my tail,
got a missus want her dinner, gonna make me go stale
friends I got, but not quite just yet,
cos all of them,
are on the internet,
be questioned by the law, charges they wanna bring,
got a million different witnesses say they never saw a thing.
mixed up messages, coming from my brain,
dealing with depression some how ain’t quite the same,
deal with ya own way, deal with what is right,
deal with it your own way, deal with it tonight!
Steve Boddey May 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Rainbows and Rivers
Rainbows and rivers
Never to meet
Clouds of frustration
Lovers so sweet
Sunshine mirrored
Reflections erased
Winds caressing the sky
Visions been fazed
Life an adventure
Death is a show
Part of it real
Something’s we won’t know
Steve Boddey May 2009
Never to meet
Clouds of frustration
Lovers so sweet
Sunshine mirrored
Reflections erased
Winds caressing the sky
Visions been fazed
Life an adventure
Death is a show
Part of it real
Something’s we won’t know
Steve Boddey May 2009
Understanding Cultures
NO SPEAKAH DE ENGLISH
A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.
The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:
'Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more! .
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time.'
The lady can't take this any more,
'You foul-mouthed s*x obsessed pig,' she retorted indignantly.
'In this country. we don't speak aloud in Public places about our s&x lives.
'Hey, coola down lady,' said the man.
'Who talkin'abouta s*x? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi '.'
Whitesnakes do it better .............. M I SS I SS I PP I
A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.
The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:
'Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more! .
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time.'
The lady can't take this any more,
'You foul-mouthed s*x obsessed pig,' she retorted indignantly.
'In this country. we don't speak aloud in Public places about our s&x lives.
'Hey, coola down lady,' said the man.
'Who talkin'abouta s*x? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi '.'
Whitesnakes do it better .............. M I SS I SS I PP I
Monday, May 4, 2009
Life is good
The wind whistles its merry tune through the bushes.
The white clouds covered up part of a rainbow.
The sun beams its bright light around the clouds.
Children play. People go about their business as usual.
There is a smile in the air.
It radiates the happiness of life.
The light glistens upon the wet grasses.
A dog joyfully plays.
A cat lazes about in the sun.
Old folk reminisce.
Young ones squeal with delight.
Even the sound of traffic on the motorway feels soothing.
Freshly washed clothes flap in the breeze.
Curtains flow gently back and forth.
The smell of fresh baked bread fills the air.
The scent of flowers caresses the senses.
It all comes together once more.
James Brown.
I must confess.....
I feel good.
Steve Boddey May 2009
The white clouds covered up part of a rainbow.
The sun beams its bright light around the clouds.
Children play. People go about their business as usual.
There is a smile in the air.
It radiates the happiness of life.
The light glistens upon the wet grasses.
A dog joyfully plays.
A cat lazes about in the sun.
Old folk reminisce.
Young ones squeal with delight.
Even the sound of traffic on the motorway feels soothing.
Freshly washed clothes flap in the breeze.
Curtains flow gently back and forth.
The smell of fresh baked bread fills the air.
The scent of flowers caresses the senses.
It all comes together once more.
James Brown.
I must confess.....
I feel good.
Steve Boddey May 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
True Confessions.
As my old mate Jack said once, “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”
These words ring true with nearly all of us. Shame really. We shudder away from how others perceive us, what others say about us and when society dictates, we also allow the truth to fade into the background.
I always try telling the truth. It is extremely difficult especially in this world we live in. To be honest, in this world right now, truth counts for nothing.
Imagine if you will, telling someone what you really thought! Could you really do it?
Many times I have been told.
“STEPHEN! You can’t say that!”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
Got me stuffed, she wanted ta know if her pants looked good and all I said was they made her look like the ass end of a baboon.”
Which was true and so many others agreed. Trouble was I said it aye.
They didn’t. They just thought it.
Sigh!
“You just can’t say things like that. It’s impolite and rude.”
“WHAT? To tell the truth and say things as they really are?”
“Now Steve you are just being silly.”
Being silly my willy!
It is being truthful and honest. I don’t want the woman walking around in those pants looking like the ass end of a baboon and neither does she.
People will be laughing behind her back.
The fact that no one was prepared ta say anything begs the question. Do they really truly care about the person huh?
Obviously not!
I just do not get it.
We have kids and when they are babies we are holding, them kissing them and trying ta get them ta talk and when they do talk, we want them ta shut up!
“Sssh ya fathers trying ta say something.”
“Why do you keep asking me questions?”
What is this with parents? “Will ya please be quiet for a little while?”
What the hell is a little while?
Does the child have some sort of timeframe for talking or trying ta understand, what the hell is going on? Trying to gain input. Trying ta learn stuff so mummy and daddy can be proud.
Geez, give the kid a break.
NOW!
Ya also get the little shit that wont shut the fuck up and his mummy and daddy are oblivious ta what the little shit is up too.
“Oh that’s Jonny being his little self.”
“Yeah well would ya mind telling the little bugga ta put down my wife’s best china before he breaks it?””
Whoops.
“I do hope it wasn’t expensive.”
“HEY! Get ya grubby fingers outta my DVD player”
“Stephen! There is no need ta shout. He is only doing what he sees his mummy and daddy doing and try’s ta copy.” “Isn’t he cute?”
Silently mumbling ta myself “Little shit needs a dose of discipline if ya ask me.”
SEE! This is the problem right. They did ask me and when I told em what I thought, when I uttered the TRUTH. They didn’t want ta know!
People are always saying ta me about comments on blogs.
I mean MY comments on blogs.
How sometimes they may seem a tad over the top. A wee bit abrasive.
“Oh ya mean insulting, cheeky or down right rude.”
“Well I wouldn’t have put it like that but yes.”
“OF COURSE ya wouldn’t put it like that. Ya NEVER speak the truth. Ya hide behind politeness and etiquette. Ya beat around the bush like a bird looking for a root in springtime.”
Tell it like it is! Shoot from the lip!
Speak ya mind! Bare ya bum if ya think it will help!
“Steve mate, ya drink too much, ya smoke too much and ya must have a bit of rabbit genes in ya.”
“Thanks mate for ya honesty.”
“Oh and ya colourful language annoys the crap outta me.”
“Ok mate I get what ya saying.”
“While I am at it. Ya dress sense sucks and ya need ta clean yaself up a bit ya looking kind of daggy.”
“Yeah Mate I get what ya saying.”
“What’s all this bullshit ya keep writing about? Ya stories and ya poetry. Ya a poofter of something?”
Pulling out the Magnum 44. One shot drops him where he stands.
BUT!
Get this!
“You look really good in that picture.”
“You are just saying that.”
“WELL EXCUSE ME!”
Whitesnakes do it better ……….. When ya can handle the truth.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Confession
The explosion rocks the hospital.
There is smoke and falling debris everywhere. Her mother is pinned under a concrete slab. She looks to him for an answer.
He struggles trying to lift the slab, a futile effort really.
It is a small area in which they have been caught up in this mass of destruction.
“Get her out of here.” Her mother’s voice strangely calm.
He grabs her arm and pulls her away. He finds an exit and they end up in the open air.
Chaos all around them an ambulance officer checks her wounds.
He looks at her. Her eyes are dark and scared.
“I’ll get her.” He kisses her lusciously then runs back into the disaster area.
He finds the area where her mother lay. He looks around for some sort of lever to lift the slab.
The second explosion was not as devastating but it was enough to entomb the area in which he had come back too.
Her mother lay there covered in dust and pinned her legs unable to move.
He picked himself up and looked around; the place was now completely sealed off. They were not alone. There was a young child and an old man still alive huddled in a corner. There were of course a few bodies that did not survive the initial blast. He grabbed what he could and covered them up. His head continually searching the area searching for something anything.
The old man was holding his arm and moaning. He grabbed a piece of clothe and wrapped it up in a sling. The man looked at him. “SSSsssh we will be fine.” His words bring some comfort.
The child was sobbing. “Come here.” The child looks at him then moves towards him. He cuddles her. And wrap’s her up in a blanket that he has found.
Binding together some clothing he makes a pillow for her mother.
Lifting up her head and resting it back down he brush’s the dust from her face. Checking her legs he comes to the conclusion they are just pinned by the concrete slab. They will be badly bruised but generally she is in good shape.
She coughs and he checks on her.
“You Ok? He asks her.
She stares at him. Cold and heartless eyes look into his.
“I guess you are!”
He searches the room again. Scavenging the drinks from the vending machine that has been shattered he puts all the supplies in a box he has found. He calls the child and the old man over to where her mother is. They all huddle under the arch close to her mother.
“We must all stay together.” He tells them. “Help will be here.”
The old man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes.
“I wouldn’t smoke in here.” He tells the old man.
The old man looks at him and shrugs still placing a smoke in his mouth and about to light it.
“Just before you light that up. This is a hospital and has all sorts of flammable materials that could be leaking.”
“We could also be running out of air to breathe.”
He smiles a sarcastic smile at the old man. “Surely you can wait till we get out of here?”
The old man looks over at the child and woman pinned under the slab.
“Sorry!” he bows his head and puts the packet away.
He goes over to the man and pats his shoulder.
Checking his watch they have only been in here less than fifteen minutes. The lights will soon go out. He is surprised they haven’t already.
He searches for a torch he finds nothing.
“The lighting will go out soon.” He sighs and sits next to her mother.
“I have a torch. I always carry one.” The old man fumbles through his pockets and hands over the torch.
He try’s it out. It works and he switches it off.
“Now, we just wait.”
He hands out a can of drink to each of them.
“Drink slowly make it last. I don’t know how long we will be here.”
He takes the child and places her between his legs and strokes her head trying to comfort her. The main lighting goes out and emergency lighting automatically switches on.
Her mother glances at him before saying anything. She sips her drink.
“Are you in love with my daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Then why were you not more careful? She is pregnant! It brings shame on us, on her. You have corrupted her mind with your ways. Have you no shame? No sense of what trouble you have brought upon the family?”
Her eyes search his face for something in the dim light. He just looks ahead. Looking into the blackness.
“I can not change what is nor what has happened.”
“You have your beliefs I have mine.”
The old man lets out a soft moan then his hand drops to his side.
Wrapping him up and covering him with a sheet he moves him away from the child and the mother.
‘Is he dead? The child asks. ‘Sleeping.” He tells her.
“Come sit here.”
She sits on his lap and rests her head on his shoulder. She falls asleep
“Did she get out safely? Will she be OK?”
“She will be fine. It is you I have to take care of now.”
“You are a strange man.”
“Strange? I guess I am.”
“You care and love but you always remain distant. So far away. Why?” Her mother wonders why he has not attacked her with a mouthful of verbal abuse. She has tried to provoke him. Find answers yet he remains constantly calm.
He lets out a sigh.
“Everyone has their beliefs. Whether that be religious or cultural or whatever. Everyone believes some way is their way but when it comes to someone questioning or going against what they believe they get all high and mighty. They profess to be understanding and righteous yet when push comes to shove we all revert back to what we all do best. Self preservation.”
“We attack; we do all the things that our beliefs tell us we should not do.”
“Yes your daughter carries our child and yes it goes against everything you have been brought up with however yelling and screaming, hurling abuse of any description is not the way to fix things nor to make things right?”
“You and I can not change what has happened. What we can do is deal with it in a way that does not show us to be uncaring, unthinking unloving human beings.”
He looks up at the ceiling. “To understand someone better. To get them to understand you and what you stand for. Do not yell and scream and jump up and down. Just improve your argument.”
Her mother remains silent. She try’s to digest all that he has said. She is tired.
“Sleep Mother sleep. I’ll still be here.”
The mother wakes up in hospital. Her daughter and family are gathered around the bed. Her eyes start to focus and she sees him standing back from the rest of the family. She sits up. Struggling at times with aches and pains.
He smiles at her. A tear slips down her cheek.
He turns and starts walking away.
“Where are you going?”
He stops and turns around.
“Mother, I must confess I need to get some sleep!”
There is smoke and falling debris everywhere. Her mother is pinned under a concrete slab. She looks to him for an answer.
He struggles trying to lift the slab, a futile effort really.
It is a small area in which they have been caught up in this mass of destruction.
“Get her out of here.” Her mother’s voice strangely calm.
He grabs her arm and pulls her away. He finds an exit and they end up in the open air.
Chaos all around them an ambulance officer checks her wounds.
He looks at her. Her eyes are dark and scared.
“I’ll get her.” He kisses her lusciously then runs back into the disaster area.
He finds the area where her mother lay. He looks around for some sort of lever to lift the slab.
The second explosion was not as devastating but it was enough to entomb the area in which he had come back too.
Her mother lay there covered in dust and pinned her legs unable to move.
He picked himself up and looked around; the place was now completely sealed off. They were not alone. There was a young child and an old man still alive huddled in a corner. There were of course a few bodies that did not survive the initial blast. He grabbed what he could and covered them up. His head continually searching the area searching for something anything.
The old man was holding his arm and moaning. He grabbed a piece of clothe and wrapped it up in a sling. The man looked at him. “SSSsssh we will be fine.” His words bring some comfort.
The child was sobbing. “Come here.” The child looks at him then moves towards him. He cuddles her. And wrap’s her up in a blanket that he has found.
Binding together some clothing he makes a pillow for her mother.
Lifting up her head and resting it back down he brush’s the dust from her face. Checking her legs he comes to the conclusion they are just pinned by the concrete slab. They will be badly bruised but generally she is in good shape.
She coughs and he checks on her.
“You Ok? He asks her.
She stares at him. Cold and heartless eyes look into his.
“I guess you are!”
He searches the room again. Scavenging the drinks from the vending machine that has been shattered he puts all the supplies in a box he has found. He calls the child and the old man over to where her mother is. They all huddle under the arch close to her mother.
“We must all stay together.” He tells them. “Help will be here.”
The old man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes.
“I wouldn’t smoke in here.” He tells the old man.
The old man looks at him and shrugs still placing a smoke in his mouth and about to light it.
“Just before you light that up. This is a hospital and has all sorts of flammable materials that could be leaking.”
“We could also be running out of air to breathe.”
He smiles a sarcastic smile at the old man. “Surely you can wait till we get out of here?”
The old man looks over at the child and woman pinned under the slab.
“Sorry!” he bows his head and puts the packet away.
He goes over to the man and pats his shoulder.
Checking his watch they have only been in here less than fifteen minutes. The lights will soon go out. He is surprised they haven’t already.
He searches for a torch he finds nothing.
“The lighting will go out soon.” He sighs and sits next to her mother.
“I have a torch. I always carry one.” The old man fumbles through his pockets and hands over the torch.
He try’s it out. It works and he switches it off.
“Now, we just wait.”
He hands out a can of drink to each of them.
“Drink slowly make it last. I don’t know how long we will be here.”
He takes the child and places her between his legs and strokes her head trying to comfort her. The main lighting goes out and emergency lighting automatically switches on.
Her mother glances at him before saying anything. She sips her drink.
“Are you in love with my daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Then why were you not more careful? She is pregnant! It brings shame on us, on her. You have corrupted her mind with your ways. Have you no shame? No sense of what trouble you have brought upon the family?”
Her eyes search his face for something in the dim light. He just looks ahead. Looking into the blackness.
“I can not change what is nor what has happened.”
“You have your beliefs I have mine.”
The old man lets out a soft moan then his hand drops to his side.
Wrapping him up and covering him with a sheet he moves him away from the child and the mother.
‘Is he dead? The child asks. ‘Sleeping.” He tells her.
“Come sit here.”
She sits on his lap and rests her head on his shoulder. She falls asleep
“Did she get out safely? Will she be OK?”
“She will be fine. It is you I have to take care of now.”
“You are a strange man.”
“Strange? I guess I am.”
“You care and love but you always remain distant. So far away. Why?” Her mother wonders why he has not attacked her with a mouthful of verbal abuse. She has tried to provoke him. Find answers yet he remains constantly calm.
He lets out a sigh.
“Everyone has their beliefs. Whether that be religious or cultural or whatever. Everyone believes some way is their way but when it comes to someone questioning or going against what they believe they get all high and mighty. They profess to be understanding and righteous yet when push comes to shove we all revert back to what we all do best. Self preservation.”
“We attack; we do all the things that our beliefs tell us we should not do.”
“Yes your daughter carries our child and yes it goes against everything you have been brought up with however yelling and screaming, hurling abuse of any description is not the way to fix things nor to make things right?”
“You and I can not change what has happened. What we can do is deal with it in a way that does not show us to be uncaring, unthinking unloving human beings.”
He looks up at the ceiling. “To understand someone better. To get them to understand you and what you stand for. Do not yell and scream and jump up and down. Just improve your argument.”
Her mother remains silent. She try’s to digest all that he has said. She is tired.
“Sleep Mother sleep. I’ll still be here.”
The mother wakes up in hospital. Her daughter and family are gathered around the bed. Her eyes start to focus and she sees him standing back from the rest of the family. She sits up. Struggling at times with aches and pains.
He smiles at her. A tear slips down her cheek.
He turns and starts walking away.
“Where are you going?”
He stops and turns around.
“Mother, I must confess I need to get some sleep!”
Friday, May 1, 2009
Infuential People
OK peeps, I have just been through “Times” magazines 100 most influential people.
What a crock of shit!
I have to confess I wonder who comes up with this dribble!
Here I offer you MY six yes just SIX most influential peeps!
NOT! I repeat NOT in any particular order as they each have their values and each have a unique way of influencing people.
Keith Hillman
A mountain of talent and has a knack for the most picturesque photos. His words and his vocabulary are to be treasured and enjoyed. I have had the pleasure of speaking with this somewhat man of the world and found him to be accommodating, loving, kind and caring. Throw in understanding and knowledgeable and ya have a great mix.
Buff
An arrogant son of a bitch with an attitude ta match. Takes no crap and will tell ya how it is. He has a heart of gold that few will ever get ta see and to use his own words he is a native Indian and says that freedom is a delicate flower that is difficult to cultivate and so very easy to destroy. That, in itself speaks volumes about the man.
Gautami
An Indian woman with attitude. A poet and story writer. An avid reader and a fanatic when it comes ta protecting kids and women’s rights. Boorish and a yet so gentle and kind hearted in everyway shape and form. A lover of music and a mistress to the lexicon.
Donn Coppens
An intellectual delight! A master of words and photo shop. He has a delightful way of getting his message across and there are no boundaries that he won’t cross. How refreshing is that? Nothing he talks about is taboo and he ain’t afraid ta tell it like it is and give an in depth explanation that only a rocket scientist could understand.
James (007) Shott
A political obsessed individual. Full of knowledge and political etiquette. A master of putting together a simple and easy to read piece of news. You may not always agree with his views but unlike fox news. The man is fair and sometimes balanced. He also does a great journal when he gets a bit of a holiday. A lover of fine wine and food as well as having a great taste in a woman. His beautiful wife Diane.
Keshi
A deep thinker, a carer, a lover of all things good and of course a great cup of coffee.
Keshi comes across as an attention seeker however when ya go back and read here stuff, read her responses she is one of the few that will respond to every single comment she receives. Her posts are always thought provoking and well thought out which shows through.
So there is MY top six most influential people.
There is neither Obama nor his wife. There is no Gordon Brown. You won’t find Nadal or Jolie on my list. There is no Tom Hanks nor will ya find Anita Goforadump.
These are the people that influence me and they are the best people in the world but the best bit is ya won’t find em in Times list.
Whitesnakes do it better …………. When ya know the most influential people in the world.
What a crock of shit!
I have to confess I wonder who comes up with this dribble!
Here I offer you MY six yes just SIX most influential peeps!
NOT! I repeat NOT in any particular order as they each have their values and each have a unique way of influencing people.
Keith Hillman
A mountain of talent and has a knack for the most picturesque photos. His words and his vocabulary are to be treasured and enjoyed. I have had the pleasure of speaking with this somewhat man of the world and found him to be accommodating, loving, kind and caring. Throw in understanding and knowledgeable and ya have a great mix.
Buff
An arrogant son of a bitch with an attitude ta match. Takes no crap and will tell ya how it is. He has a heart of gold that few will ever get ta see and to use his own words he is a native Indian and says that freedom is a delicate flower that is difficult to cultivate and so very easy to destroy. That, in itself speaks volumes about the man.
Gautami
An Indian woman with attitude. A poet and story writer. An avid reader and a fanatic when it comes ta protecting kids and women’s rights. Boorish and a yet so gentle and kind hearted in everyway shape and form. A lover of music and a mistress to the lexicon.
Donn Coppens
An intellectual delight! A master of words and photo shop. He has a delightful way of getting his message across and there are no boundaries that he won’t cross. How refreshing is that? Nothing he talks about is taboo and he ain’t afraid ta tell it like it is and give an in depth explanation that only a rocket scientist could understand.
James (007) Shott
A political obsessed individual. Full of knowledge and political etiquette. A master of putting together a simple and easy to read piece of news. You may not always agree with his views but unlike fox news. The man is fair and sometimes balanced. He also does a great journal when he gets a bit of a holiday. A lover of fine wine and food as well as having a great taste in a woman. His beautiful wife Diane.
Keshi
A deep thinker, a carer, a lover of all things good and of course a great cup of coffee.
Keshi comes across as an attention seeker however when ya go back and read here stuff, read her responses she is one of the few that will respond to every single comment she receives. Her posts are always thought provoking and well thought out which shows through.
So there is MY top six most influential people.
There is neither Obama nor his wife. There is no Gordon Brown. You won’t find Nadal or Jolie on my list. There is no Tom Hanks nor will ya find Anita Goforadump.
These are the people that influence me and they are the best people in the world but the best bit is ya won’t find em in Times list.
Whitesnakes do it better …………. When ya know the most influential people in the world.
Islamic Cartoon.
I intend to protest your protest.
I am offended not by cartoons,
but by more mundane things like beheadings of civilians,
cowardly attacks on public buildings, suicide murders,
murders of Catholic priests (the latest in Turkey ),
burnings of Christian churches,
the continued persecution of Coptic Christians in Egypt ,
the imposition of Sharia law on non-Muslims,
the rapes of Scandinavian girls and women (called 'whores' in your culture),
the murder of film directors in Holland ,
and the rioting and looting in Paris France .
This is what offends me,
a soft-spoken person, a polite person like me,
and many, many of my friends agree.
I counsel you dissatisfied, aggressive, brutal, and uncivilized slave-trading Moslems to be very aware of this as you proceed with your infantile 'protests.
If you do not like the values of the West, you are FREE to leave.
I hope for God's sake that most of you choose that option .
Please return to your ancestral homelands and build them up yourselves instead of troubling the rest of the world.
Whitesnakes do it better ......... with a slip of the tongue.
I am offended not by cartoons,
but by more mundane things like beheadings of civilians,
cowardly attacks on public buildings, suicide murders,
murders of Catholic priests (the latest in Turkey ),
burnings of Christian churches,
the continued persecution of Coptic Christians in Egypt ,
the imposition of Sharia law on non-Muslims,
the rapes of Scandinavian girls and women (called 'whores' in your culture),
the murder of film directors in Holland ,
and the rioting and looting in Paris France .
This is what offends me,
a soft-spoken person, a polite person like me,
and many, many of my friends agree.
I counsel you dissatisfied, aggressive, brutal, and uncivilized slave-trading Moslems to be very aware of this as you proceed with your infantile 'protests.
If you do not like the values of the West, you are FREE to leave.
I hope for God's sake that most of you choose that option .
Please return to your ancestral homelands and build them up yourselves instead of troubling the rest of the world.
Whitesnakes do it better ......... with a slip of the tongue.
Science and the snake
Neuroticism
Neuroticism (sometimes also called Emotional Instability) is the tendency to experience negative emotions such as sadness or anxiety. People who score high on neuroticism are vulnerable to stress and tend to experience negative feelings more often. People who score low in neuroticism tend to be less susceptible to stress, and experience negative feelings relatively infrequently.
You scored 17 out of 50. This score is higher than 12.2% of people who have taken this test.
Extraversion
Extraversion (or Extroversion) is the tendency to experience positive emotions and seek out stimulating situations. People who score high on extraversion tend to be active, energetic, and enjoy being around other people. In contrast, people who score low on extraversion, known as introverts, tend to be quiet, low-key, and are typically less involved in the social world.
You scored 42 out of 50. This score is higher than 87.6% of people who have taken this test.
Openness to experience
Openness to experience is a general tendency to appreciate emotion, adventure, and unusual ideas or experiences. People who are open to experience are intellectually curious, appreciative of art, and sensitive to beauty. People with low scores on openness tend to have more conventional, traditional interests.
You scored 35 out of 50. This score is higher than 19.8% of people who have taken this test.
Conscientiousness
Conscientiousness is the tendency to show self-discipline and persistence. People who score high on conscientiousness tend to be persistent, responsible, and duty-driven, but are sometimes perceived as being overly perfectionistic and concerned with order. Individuals low on conscientiousness tend to show less persistence and may have trouble seeing things through.
You scored 34 out of 50. This score is higher than 48.2% of people who have taken this test.
Agreeableness
Agreeableness is the tendency to be sympathetic and cooperative towards others. People who score high on agreeableness strive for social harmony and value getting along with others. Disagreeable people tend to be more suspicious and hostile towards others.
You scored 31 out of 50. This score is higher than 18.0% of people who have taken this test.
Whitesnakes do it better ......... So what does this mean?
Neuroticism (sometimes also called Emotional Instability) is the tendency to experience negative emotions such as sadness or anxiety. People who score high on neuroticism are vulnerable to stress and tend to experience negative feelings more often. People who score low in neuroticism tend to be less susceptible to stress, and experience negative feelings relatively infrequently.
You scored 17 out of 50. This score is higher than 12.2% of people who have taken this test.
Extraversion
Extraversion (or Extroversion) is the tendency to experience positive emotions and seek out stimulating situations. People who score high on extraversion tend to be active, energetic, and enjoy being around other people. In contrast, people who score low on extraversion, known as introverts, tend to be quiet, low-key, and are typically less involved in the social world.
You scored 42 out of 50. This score is higher than 87.6% of people who have taken this test.
Openness to experience
Openness to experience is a general tendency to appreciate emotion, adventure, and unusual ideas or experiences. People who are open to experience are intellectually curious, appreciative of art, and sensitive to beauty. People with low scores on openness tend to have more conventional, traditional interests.
You scored 35 out of 50. This score is higher than 19.8% of people who have taken this test.
Conscientiousness
Conscientiousness is the tendency to show self-discipline and persistence. People who score high on conscientiousness tend to be persistent, responsible, and duty-driven, but are sometimes perceived as being overly perfectionistic and concerned with order. Individuals low on conscientiousness tend to show less persistence and may have trouble seeing things through.
You scored 34 out of 50. This score is higher than 48.2% of people who have taken this test.
Agreeableness
Agreeableness is the tendency to be sympathetic and cooperative towards others. People who score high on agreeableness strive for social harmony and value getting along with others. Disagreeable people tend to be more suspicious and hostile towards others.
You scored 31 out of 50. This score is higher than 18.0% of people who have taken this test.
Whitesnakes do it better ......... So what does this mean?
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