A Sinister Act

No recognition of face
as if never before seen


Sheer disbelief at words spoken
whilst hearing his claim
Unexplained lack of evidence
concludes - no proof left for trace
Stripped of all hope
hearing words we did fear
Driven suddenly by rage
the need for justice so clear


Time may have elapsed
yet the anger is still raw
Recalling smug faced grin
self assuming.. above law
No name prides him now
not worthy of title
For acts of pure violence
no sane mind can allow
Over sized frame
built heavy- thick set
Before- hand when noticed 
sheer terror caused huge threat


'Time served' for his crimes
makes no difference to us
Slapped wrist, behind bars
was no way enough fuss
Skulking in the underground
since banished from above
Life amongst the sewer rats
is still deemed far to good


A Monster, a demon
a murderer of soul


Apt terms for notoriety 
when headless corpse unveils..
Sinister acts of sweet revenge
A reversal of the role

Note to Self..

Ambitious thoughts – motivation paused again!
Limited social interaction – causing lack of confidence.
Too much time to think..
Do something rather than nothing.
No need for over reaction to well intended advice.
Have faith – stay hopeful.
Keep sanity apparent for your own sake.
Be the Enthusiastic Opportunist – be realistic too.
The passion for ‘IT’.. (whatever ‘IT’ is) will come.
Be patient!
Ranting is a waste of emotion – channel it.
Conceal self suppression – keep it at bay.
High expectations are allowed –  mistakes can be rectified.
Walk –  don’t run.
The intention is to have fun.
Be inspired – be creative – be YOU!

Head Wobble! - Booster Needed!...

If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door!

- Milton Berle

Life isn’t about finding yourself.

Life is about creating yourself -

- George Bernard Shaw -

In the long run you only hit what you aim at.

- Henry Thoreau -

This too shall pass. 

- Helen Steiner Rice -

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Quote.. **

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.



~ Mary Elizabeth Frye ~