It was so cold there nothing could live
It hasn't always been that way
Before, there had been long summers that never seemed to end. Nights when all around danced and sang until they were played out and watched the sun rise
The sound of laughter filled the air and love was in over abundance.
That was then, before.
Now the seasons have no definition. No spring comes, no bird song. No buds promise the beauty of a flower. Just night.
Cold dark apocalyptic night.
For when they left, the seasons left with them.
The sun never rose
Night and darkness was all that remained in
Aleppo
For love had gone

Ever wanted to just hold a ***?
Both hands squeezing all the fun!
But I've seen that deriere in a different way.
Wanton naked and in the air
Inviting and wanting asking to be touched
Only a fool wouldn't respond to such.
She held me and guided me inside of her
Then I realised I shouldn't be there.
I wanted more, not just a visit.
I knew it was wrong and I ran from it.
In the morning I knew I had been to a place that I had imagined but couldn't explain
It was not how I wanted it to be, I wanted passion and fire and had made a mistake
Maybe one day there may be a chance
To be there again bathed in romance
To be the one who made the difference
Is it so much to ask? Instead of existing.

Fools walk the earth while demons watch
Angels above follow their paths
Like pawns in chess each move is made
Good vs Evil in a poor charade

Tricks or treats
Was all it was
It was never really love

Never shook me to the core
Just a ***** diy man *****
Always at her beckon call

Always wrong and never right
Never would apologise

Till the day it all went bang
Face first down stairs and a face slam

Sorry, sorry forgive me now
I didn't mean to really hurt you

That day I should have got my coat
After A and E of course

So don't be a mug and stay for love
Because that isn't there

I have the scars to prove it
Please learn from my mistakes

Run
Run some more
Spend more time outside walking
Write
Write some more
Take more chances
Love again
Put the past behind me
Don't settle for second best
Warch all the movies I want too
(58 at present)
Help people if I can
Avoid devil ****** magic!
Marry a Burlesque dancing nymohomaniac

Morning came, Monday again but not as cold as yesterday
She shuffled like a caterpillar emerging for the spring
Tucked up in her onsie, a safe place to hide, all toasty warm inside

She spent half the night stary eyed, gazing into the sky
The first cup of coffee like a jump start to the soul as she silently screamed "AHA"
The game was afoot!

A poem to read from her friend and co conspiritor, but just hold on a mo, "Oooh Ladyboys" it isn't what she thought!

So Sherlock Shaw was on the case to try and find the truth, not like the BBC and Cumberbatch their "Bitter *******" sleuth

She smelt a rat or was mistaken was it someone else?
Too early in the investigation to shout " let battle commence" it was more like "Deputy Dawg" in Sherlock Shaws defence

So Google this and Google that in a bid to find the truth.
Skip past Sonia and Fernando and Lyn if you must, focus on the detail.
Who is Micheal Wolf?

A name is but a name like
"Bang I'm James Bond"
The devil is in the detail
Like many other things!

So this time lets have laughter as you read, as tears were my last wish
As Alan Partridge said:-
"Smell my cheese you mother"
I'm exactly who I said
Not Spartacus or Michael Wolfe
Just a bloke on the tinterweb

Write words down that you can't say on paper each and every day.
Drop them into a great big jar
Read them months later and release them and cleanse the soul
Or depress the **** out of yourself
They did burn well though