Buddha said
"You think you have time"
There is always something.
An event
A target
A deadline
Always something
Then one day you look over your shoulder and the times up
No pause, replay, no going back to edit.
You get one shot at it in this life
Maybe there is another.
Are you willing to take that chance?
Kick the leaves
Paddle in the river
Eat the cake
Take chances
Tell people you love them
Do things and don't have a bucket list
Take the time to live and love
Don't just exist
Because you don't have time
You just think you do
I wish I had

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, a bunch of yesterday's rebels tried to re live days gone by.
Stomping and romping and doing it large, with arthritis pains rageing and eyesight in decline.

But happy in memories and re living their youth, tommorow it's doubtful they will be able to move!
But all was not old, all was not done. For a face at the bar kept watch over them. She wasn't a bouncer or doorstaff in a huff! Just somebodys daughter, who gave a toss.

She watched over her dad to make sure he was good. As he forgot the pain of a marriage that broke.

In a Harley top and a tartan skirt they oggled at her and her rainbow hair.
Just a girl, eye candy to them. A memory of youth and a life misspent.

Now that's the thing! We ain't all the same and one of them wanted to know her name.
Wanted to know what was she doing there.
And looked at her eyes and not at her chest.

Laughter and jokes and hello this is dad, hell we even tried to find him a date!
His friends said wow Mike who was that? Then stereotypical, Foxy you old dog!

He said just someone I met, who shares a few friends and is here with her dad looking out for him.

All the way home they poked fun at him judging by their standards and not his.

So often in life we do nothing and time passes by.
Try saying hello and break the ice.

I won't deny she was pretty too view with a tattood thigh and bright beautiful eyes.
A figure that wars have been fought over in vain...
But to me,
I just knew her as
Jade x

I bid you!
Step back and look at relationships.
Love
when did it become a taboo word.
When did actually working for something become so so hard?
Do we fall in love or has it now become a matter of social engineering based on salary and position?
Or has it always been that way?
Has love become an asset?
Is it obtainable or disposable?
Have we become the embodiment of Barbarella?
Dial 9 for ***?
Do we even know what love is anymore?
We place so many restraints upon ourselves.
Date sites read like you want to build your partner from Lego!
"Must be tall"
"Must be athletic"
"Must be blonde and have blue eyes"
Hell it reads like the 1930s Aryan manifesto!
What changed?
What did we lose?
Granted we were never taught how to love.
Just steered by examples around us and the media.
We get no guide.
For a relationship is a series of events.
A partnership of compromise and putting others first.
That is love
The actuality of giving freely
The fluidity in being of more than ones self.
As with no guide to success, there is no guide to what works.
So giving up before we start has become so so easy.
Not even giving someone a chance as they are an inch below you.
Not meeting her because she is a size bigger than the cover of a magazine model that is an airbrush fake in any case.
Mankind has become a species of apathy.
If Neil Armstrong was born now he would be sat in a bar not walking on the moon.
We don't nurture anything.
We lost our way.
We have lists.
We no longer know who we’re looking for.
Maybe if we worked backwards.
Ask the couple in the park on the bench in their 80s what made you love?
Not how did you meet or where.
What made you try?
With millions of people what made you special.
We now write of sitting watching DVD s on the couch and growing old together, must love cats, why? Do you want an individual or another pet?
A lap dog.
You can party with anyone.
Friends family hell even the cat.
But finding someone who knows us, who understands us even on a bad day is what we need.
The excitement and thrills will come in any case with all of lifes ups and downs.
But only if "You" are prepared to take a leap into the unknown.

Humour
Cynicism
and
Satire
These are the three corners of the intellectuals outer triangle
The angles define their distance apart.
That distance defines them.

My heart is overgrown with climbers and ivy of lovers gone.
My heart is overgrown with the leaves and branches left behind
As they grew and rooted themselves inside
But when they left, they left behind rotting roots and voids of black and damp
For whenever a love that grew so withers nothing good remains within us