You only take the acting parts you like so you kept your professional status  or you could damage your name and your artistic integrity as a actor.

Can't you see my darling Janet your my only love. Through snow till dust if lust takes me let it be replaced with emotional trust. So let go of your rage for this is our day. While we let our passions collide knowing our feelings for each other will never hide. Woe be the times before I found my mind. Without companionship there's loneliness and without sadness there can be no sorrow. Only grief when we lose someone we love. In a world full of espionage there's always borrowed spies so in truth there's no lies.

They say the eyes are the windows of our souls. It's only the devil in us that makes us evil fools. Now my grandparents Frank and Eileen were a loving couple that cared more about people's hearts and minds than money and gold. It just shows you not every one's callous and cold. Every Sunday at church they listened to Brian's hymns and sang songs. Then told stories of old. No matter how bad or good the weather was at Christmas time. He would be dressed as Santa Claus
trying to make every boy and girl feel fine. When there were summer fates they ate and made beautiful cakes. While my mum Ruth and my dad John would be late. So they would wait for their wonderful family arriving from Southgate.

Art doesnt take time to master it's creativity. It just takes time to master your own style of art.

If our concious ruled our minds we would have no crime in this world.

A unknown person maybe a fight you can never win.

Artisticism is the political and radical fight for art.

As I look into your eyes there's always signs that temper my soul. To ease my tensions as the paradox of my passions. Stay with me to be part of my fashion with you my love. Let my nights be cold if I'm not lying next to you. Then let my mornings be blue if our love isn't true when I'm never with you. Let my feeling's be  part of my desire. As my heart feels up with a passionate fire. Knowing you tell me the truth without any lies. When my obsessions rule my mind then let it only be in our sessions of tender loving cuddles and kisses. Because you are my only Mrs. Leaving only our love rendered in our souls to show us the meaning of our lives.

These terrorists don't understand all they have is the wrong agenda.  Leaving us to bare the scars we all remember. If they all read there holy books right the armed forces all wouldn't need to be in this fight. Black and white as they keep us away from the darkness they help us bring fourth the light.

So wild are the graves with carved stone names. With souls of heaven and hell with different stories to tell. On angles wings do the good leave this world. As the evil in death sees the devil in god's firey spell. Unquenchable by no water or heavenly well.

Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.

A true intellectual must learn how to read and write with thoughts of the mind. knowing the ways of our true intellectuals in our time.

Artisticology is the worship of art.

My emotions gathered in the mist to confess my undying love for thy. With spells of the sun peering through a solement cloud showing we had so much fun. Knowing our love affair carried on till the morning sun. While my lucent heart beats with a plenum of sensations to fill the stars. In a void of pure pleasure to never relinquish my feelings I have for you my darling Janet.

These badmen had a evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretension from heartbroken minds knowing  love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable  as he looked upon a golden leaf with only power stopping him from being a thief. As his preternatural transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled shoes dulled as woman and men heared in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a prosperous life. Reading there will of there destiny a solicitor looked upon disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. As a glint from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. While he's free in a merciful maze as they all wondered what will happen in this limitless time. With contenous holes that soiled his body in a unmarked grave. Just as perfumes and aftershaves masked a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.

She had a concierge to hold her thoughts in the verge of her passionate highs. To a lady you must tell no lies because it's best to speak the truth or prepare to have arguments before you cry as they say there goodbyes. Why do we lose before we can win in a world full of sin as we lie in wait for virtues that are not made of our own. While we sow the seeds of regreat what's left without love to burden our hearts just as hate poisons our minds. In a time of commitment that never leaves our souls all alone facing the bitter edge in a world full of love we pledge.

The pageantry of bliss gathered in the remoteness of solitude with insufficient conquest that brodens the soul. As Christmas mornings engulfed the constancy of his beating heart. Just as a sporran beneath the waves divided his world from land and sea. While a thorn tree shared the night with death as a lonely bird perched on a branch at the end of her tether. As the ground wiped it's stone of empty coals in the fowls stood the richness of life preying on mankind's window.

It looked like muddy grounds where small dusty roses growed wild on the gable end of a wooden barn. As a spinster spinned her wheel of wool the size of a yarn. Where intermediate surfaces laid doorment as she hid away from hideous minds. While she lowered her guard in the back of a interview room in Scotland yard. The smell of tea and wee displaced the air they breathed holding all colour, creed and race without shame and with disgrace. There the prisoner waits knowing no policeman's your mate. Elbows in windows as belts and pistons drives there jam jars. Searching for another criminal to put safely behind bars as a prison guard looks up at the stars. Knowing this is ornate world as they lie on a gauntness sofa with blistering leather that craved a different stage trying to trick the judge. That they all have a different mental age while trying not to hold a grudge as they calm there own rage. This daunting life where they wear stripes fighting against right and wrong living under a deceitful con. While blades melts into brush displacing there medieval amour with surnames and number on signs knowing extra days squashing there fines. To get to the truth you will hear so many lies.

On a sunset skimmed a field of stone next to a glass house that stood behind a placid light. Beyond a anchoring hill glittered drizzle on falling rain. That fell on to a sunflower seed which broke through a single ****. What transpires full of vibrant fire flies that lite up the skies. Just as god opened up the heavens for another soul that died. As he looked down on the earth watching there families cry. This diminuendo of man haunts parts of our undiminished life we live. It still doesn't stop the badness eating away at our broken hearts. While it manifests in our pain and sorrow it spelled out promises of a stolen smile. Sauntered in time and space saw a dark pretty face that sort out liberation living under a racist nation. We all have to gravel the situation that all things are possible  If these evil problems are visible. So we can have absolution to create a better solution.

When disappointment braves the harshness of life like hearded shades she was too mute to have her say. Across glass cut hearses laid a dead scent before he was ash sang sweet hymns verses. As cold mountains weathered the storms a artic fox sat between the thorns. While he sat on a bassalt throne his body turned to bone. Just as winter turned clay to ice leaving the temptations of new heights. Wondering through the frost like a poor man lost with out love that was his cost. As a darken room took hold of his mind in solitary confindment held all his lies. While moonlight felt upon his gaze a medicant malevence drew back a holy stream made from god's tears. As he feared man's heartache and pain. Beyond the range of his thought trailed grass dipped willows as a sad woman cried on her pillows. Just as lucency thrives across a deadly silence knowing this madness crippled his mind. With in the far reaches of sunshine stood the pillars of a radiant lust. In our lord we should all trust knowing one day we will all turn to dust.

The stillness of stone deserted in the cold in a innocent harshness of a winters storm. As forgone conclusions held illusions of powerful men with guides to mysteries. That shows there hearts are full of sins in a epic battle they can never win. While love unhindered his disappointment with wind bourn gleam stolen by his naked dreams. Stepping out the light to cool as it Lied in the dark. Away from crossed logs that burned in the fires of mortal man. While tear drops of pain that never stained couldn't comfort him in the rain As he stood next to his dead fathers name. Knowing living without him will never be the same. Just as jailbirds slept in daylight musk while forbidden lust has too many hidden trusts. When the coldness of iron turns to rust as there emotions lingered in the dust. To know your living on the threshold of life in renewed words is there journey of a forgotten world. Then balance rode a horse made of bone waiting on air spanned wings fearing the new king.

With burnish gleam packed a mourish stream unseen from meaningful hoard in sunlight stood heavens gate. Setting a portent reality in ancient text formed sandstone slabs consigned to show the world from right and wrong. As the air with drew from the seas and the sands it held the holy order in such conquests. From ghosts of the past in opulent presence with only human beings wanting the full attention of god. When the devil spawed the badness in man he couldn't escape the fires of hell even with his wings of sin. In silent forder if not for the good book mankind would of forgot the arc angel Lucifer left in his hateful tomb. As remembrance clings to love the mind wondered with pictures of memories that poured out our hearts. Classified in dormant struggles marked by a cororant bird in the time of our lord. Believing the truth even in the priesthood would still comprehend the gullible believing the living lie

With a witless liability you could see the panic in his eyes as he grappled down the rope of fear. While he climbed sumptuously over the wall into dangerous waters. He felt the weight of his solidering  family on his shoulders. As he scaled the tower into new heights promontory. Looking over at decorated men and women trying to be there equals. Over different oceans, seas and foreign lands are promises of a forbidden love. When new alliances are forged trust is earned as they blazed upon differences of opinions. Trying to create a paradise in a lawless country. In a phenomenal instance he drew upon his knife on a ****** hot day. Exhausted near to death he looked upon his opposite as his enemy. With a different faith knowing he can never fear the dead.

If you bring out the cleverness in you it can bring out the dumbness in others. As the scene goes a miss the residue gathered in the mist. While he reminises the past judgement followed him for all his sins. Knowing women and men are never built to last. Then a whitewashed culvert glittered as the sealights beamed on golden sands. Just as the tides turned reveling the ocean floor. Then man wrote with quil and ink. Having the need to stop to think in the blink of a eye there futures passed. Exiled in the shadow of presence then cut down in prime of life. Withdrawing from solitude in a endless embrace of love leaving the abruptness of hate behind. Knowing they were still haunted by there dreams. As sweat lanquished on there pillows drained by the memories of all that fell. Nor trench or soil, iron or lead could keep out that deadly stench. There's no innocence in war so why do they keep death a secret. Is it because babies die leaving loved ones to cry. Without willful bliss needing a affectionate kiss to tame there hearts as they wished the need for peace.

Beyond the out stretched reaches of a madman was a lonely woman. With baited breathe standing on the edge of death. While casting the grip of life never knowing what wonders prevails. Just as he draws a line between heaven and hell. Realising even in the afterlife you still get punished for your unspeakerable crimes. As he played the hearts of arbitrary. All dressed in black resonating without there loved ones. You could still see the love in there eyes Just as there tears run dry. With ripples of dainty sins grappled vanity on a promiscuous face. In the sense of alleviation depriving her of his manly attentions. Based on chance there lied no prosperity in his empty heart. Sumptuously marked by assent in solitude in a silent fortitude. Trying to hide there emotions with joy. Amphorae filled glasses in relief as there heavy feet stopped them slumping on the carpet floor. Sentry pub lights blazed in a crowd as the room spinned round and round in the wake of dead man.

While judgement rained down on earth it unearthed a wallstead ground. As a cold hearth froze on a winters night. there stood uncertainties beyond the qualities of mankind. Just as a skylight sunshine shone a space for two then there emotions grew. Knowing there love was new. Then a wave of  bastion sensations pulsed through there bodies. Creating a ******* realtionship knowing it could depleat in a prolepic sorrow. But They didn't care even when there lives weren't fair. Because this was no faze as they stayed together in old age. In a endless loving daze with more lines on there faces With wilted eyes they didn't cry. They both smiled to each other in a beautiful gaze. As they died that's when they knew there souls were ready to fly.

In the world full of transparency lived humans in a dalligone age hoping for there immanent lands to be free. Knowing even in darkness there's glar and glit while they wished on a starlight.  They could see what marvels beholds the skies. As doldrums of listlessness saw a new dawn making a mockery of the dazzling sunshine. Then the winds shifted the mountain peaks snows white brilliance in a winters storm. On the horizons shorn the shadow of man following his betrovel through time and space. Even in death he couldn't contain his love for her for it was eternal  like the souls of all good women and men. Every heavy heart must have hope even in the wilderness. While fearing the centre of a harriet charm. Lied the evil truth beyond a lariet chain of hate there stood harms way and the love of another man.

To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.

There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy that displays promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.

Those calming voices that soothes my heart. Turning me away from the depths of whispering winds that plague my sins. As I lie in the mist of grief wollowing in my own sorrow. Fatherless without his love in the realms of pity. As I live in the unguided world of a ghosthood in a new fangled home. While I m steadfast as I stop running from my past I just hope us humans are built to last. Knowing these facade lines cross my path. Keeping me on the straight and narrow. So the only one should follow me is my shadow. Away from borrowed time in a sinuous presence over shadowed by loneliness. In a stream of visability showing wayward steps that burdens my soul.With hieroglyphs of life in a unimagineable perfection through space and time.We should keep away from fake personalities that tries to con us in a insulet world. To engrandize and modernize then to have our faiths try to control us. Even in front of holy eyes without unquestionable doubt this to me is a evil cell of terrorist louts. Knowing this will never be there last bout. As they look like smartly dressed hobbo's from a distant ghetto. Only after death will there spirts languish in limbo. Waiting for god to cast them all to hell for being under the devil's spell.

Fearing his shiftiness made his mummy and  daddy weep you could see the fear in there eyes. Knowing there son had pollution in his body. Which made him shout out in anger always wanting more money. Trying to creep in after dark all alone but they keep telling him this is not his home. Hidden away safely are their jewels and expensive things but nothing is to hard to find for this ****** king. Drowned out in a sorrow of sound with flashing blue lights lighting up a dreary grey sky. Now cuffed up on the floor covered in blood with needle marks, open wounds and sores. He still can't see he's  just a pawn in this drugs war. As the cell door shuts behind him. As he starts his sentence there's a secret regret and repentance on his face. Knowing he's going to have the runs like a cricket score feeling like he's been battered red raw. Even on morphine and codeine he still can't dream as he wakes up with the sweats to put on his oversized prison jeans. The only addicts that don't come back are the ones who always stay clean like the man called dean.

As darkness ruled the night basking in the moonlight. With adamant faces trying to control the light. With acrimonious personalities creating bitterness and hostility of the darkest minds. So there hearts were blank laced with hate. Never knowing love until god created woman and man.  But he couldn't stem the envy of money.

The virtuoso of the living lie. Without spite in our dreams to become good human beings. With uniqueness in every face. While the police run in circles like hamsters on a wheel. Just when we feel the rage trying to keep our children safe. Even when we grow to a old age. While we inspire to greatness. We mustn't forget the richness in our lives. Knowing the human race is our biggest threat. Through destruction and execution we will never be this planets resurrection. So why isn't this being taught in all our education in every nation.

To embrace the virtues of man. Knowing how to embrauge the values of youth. As you show innocent wisdom to nurture your minds. With sonnets grands to find. Facing challenges to tell the truth. As they embellish there outrageous lies. When insecurities hide behind false hearts. While closed mountains stay under snow and ice. As nature calls in a brevity time. Just as your energy lacks on a trodden path. Watching the weather swirl as your throat starts to dry. While hope challenges your feelings that your going to die.

While we have incerenity to the poor the rich need to give more. When we have peace there should be no war. Then there would be no battles fought on forgein and domestic lands. As women and men rule the skies. Then it's never each to there own. With there friends on there side as they fight against there enemies lies. Knowing the wicked deafcates holy places. Reading there scripters wrong with unknown faces. As they go berserk wearing there berkers. While there husbands put out the hurters. Targeting us with there bombs. As they believe there leaders cons. While you try to put on a brave face. Even though it's not your faith. Through songs on the march while you weep for the memories of the past.

As lighting filled a elemental sky as ethereal beings stole tears from the men without fear. If death is the end. Then let me leave enternal wisdom in the world behind. As I hope my love has no bounds in a endless embrace. While we let all wars be far way lingering in the stars. As terrorists lie behind barbwire and steel bars. Trying to find out why were there evil plans floored. If the truth is constantly rejected. Then there religon would be constantly effected. As the human race objects and rejects there badness within themselves causing so much sadness. When they should Want only the good in others. So leave no marters trying to make a name. Just looking for there terrorists fame. May no one suffer in this world today. Leaving only love not misery and pain.

Every human wishes age was timeless. So if time stopped where would we all be.

A woman still feels beauty even without seeing her reflection.

Being a teacher, if you let your work enslave your mind. You may never have any free time.

As the moonlight shivered in her lonesome eyes just as midnight told her lies. While the shadows were fooled by her disguise. She hid in the shade hiding from deaths first light. While the silhouettes danced over the waters edge there layed god's only pledge. Then the souls of the dead lined up on the abyss. Waiting for all that's good on heavens bridge. Just as darkness took flight apon a murderous spell. Bringing all the sinners to her fiery hell.

When a lonely surgeon sat in the trenches. All he saw beneath his feet were bodies soaked in red. As he saw his first sunrise in foreigen lands. He had tears in his eyes. Seeing his enemies laced with hate. Knowing death can never wait.

When men indulge in women's bodies they forget to embrace the woman's mind.

When the sunshine appeared on a cloudy day. Times were tough as I looked through my window and saw the rain. May nobody be in pain on every country, sea or land. Then I would never of cried for the death of my father.

With nightmares that gives us a fright hoping we never wake up to evil sites. As we work through daylight hours. May our souls never rest until our world leaders stop fighting for power.

Without beating hearts we would have no love in this world.

There was a sense of foundation with life gazing at the night sky with my beautiful wife. Not knowing what the future means longing for my dreams while looking up the stars. Young to old the past to present. I knew my life was moving to fast. Reliving memories of my past. Drifting through time and space. I was still in love with her gorgeous face. Ash and decay night till day these feelings will never go away. Walking on concrete steps even after our deaths and our loved ones have wept. On angel wings to god's grace we will never be a degrace. Because our souls will stay together in heaven for eternity. In a endless reality defying earth's gravity.

With herb and sage this man cometh the age as her love stemed his rage. Like star dusts bright It lit up the night. In a timeless world they saw ghostly enterties. Which out lived there realities. As naked butterflies took flight. Just as the sun shined yellow in a fevered meadow. Limestone streams run past forest's made of green. To be seen not heard. While boys and girls can't be silent. When tempers flare to boil your minds. Ajusting your angry on miserable days. Through swelling nights as we endure so much frighten sights. While we're brought back to earth to do what's right.

If there's a thin line between love and hate. Then all who dare would love there fate to wait. As wispy clouds of mist covers my eyes. Leaving me to endure hardships and pain. While I untwist my mind with thoughts of a solace time. The weak suffer leaving some of the strong with only regret. Even when we rise from the gutters after a daylight flutter. Stopping us begging on the streets showing of your life of poverty. That's when you can help the people that matters most to you. While you always feel blue knowing true love will only stay. When you both sleep together as two. From the depths of your souls as we see the greatest sights. It still won't shield us from the bitter ice.

There was a sense of ultra violet and blue knowing my love for her was true. With sensations of my desires tore through my aspirations of my heart. As it beated with a infatuation. While her geniousness of her mind. Stopped my world from spirling into the abyss. As I found only the perceptions of her trust. With no disceptions of our passions as we turned young to old then to dust. Feeling me with a burning sensation deep in my soul. With temptations kiss that's when I knew her love for me was my only wish.

The frost was discontented with the sun. Knowing he melted the souls of the innocent. So god showed his wrath letting all who dare know. They should of been the souls of the ******. Then I died in agony with painful sounds to haunt my dreams. While I got brought back from the pitts of death. With intensive visions to taunt my eyes showing no holy suprise. To dead to see the world in a surround sound of grieving family and friends to comfort my heart. As I awoke to see butterflies dancing in the sheen of sunrise. Then I  looked out my window to see a pale blue sky as I watched a lonely cloud. While hearing coughter and splatters through the night. While day time crazies. Who talk in there sleep again stir my comforts of a hospital bed. Then without luck I had co vid for a week leaving me weak and feeble. With sweltering temperatures bringing me shivering nights. Then our hospital wards burned our co vid sheets. When the prisons hold so many fools. They rack up another game of pool while they all confess there innocence. As they have to abide by those goverment prisoner rules. Just as strangers pin uniforms hold there keys knowing one day there be free.