Prettyintelligentprincess

Why are people so quick to forget?

He slept with a 13 year old boy...and others

He discussed it, even arranged it... openly at the Bashir interview...and showed the typical symptoms of actually not realising any wrong-doing. He said the children wanted it, welcomed it...

Contentious issue indeed and let's face it, having so much status can get you out of any predicament (or in it for that matter).

(Exactly how many super rich and/or celebrities are on death row in the US, compared with the poor who cannot afford a 'super lawyer')

Equally, having so much status makes you a target for blackmail.

Misguided?
Misinformed?
Mismanaged?

Imagine a lonely man who sleeps in his bed, in his one roomed flat on your local council estate.
He invites teenagers to spend the night with him, which he admits to...and he tells the police the children enjoy it as he is only sharing happiness and love.

It goes to court.

Would he be cleared?

Would you still be clamouring to attend his memorial service?

His funeral?

'It is warm, hot and humid,' she said.

'It is,' he said.

'All for the wrong reasons.' he said.

She sent him kisses and smiled as his kisses glimmered back.

From miles away.

Oh my God!

Max.

He returned just at the right moment...

Did you see that body underneath the straining shirt?
His voice and the wonderful Mancunian accent...oh...

I wonder when we will see him again.

Monday is approaching and I have arranged to 'meet' someone...for a few hours of fun.
Slight problem though; I feel absolutely no passion for him at all.

'So why go?' I hear you all mutter.

I need to feel possessed.
I yearn for some sexy delight.

Let's be completely honest shall we:

I want a bloody good fuck, no strings attached.

I shouted and yelled and was terrible.
Moments later, I apologised and hugged the sobbing boy.
His tears stained my suit.

The girl sobbed and turned away.

Later, she sat with her mother in the shade.
She listened and talked about growing up.
She knew she was an 'old' nine year old...

Smiling and hugging,
she listened to her mother saying sorry,
she felt the fragility

of her.

'Uterus'
'Eggs'
'Vagina'

all words from the nine year old girl...

Quiet wonder from the 40 Year old woman who listened
at last.

'I don't want to become grown up mummy'

She smiled and with silent tears, the mother replied,
'I don't want you to grow up at all...'

The first born still stretches your flesh and feeling
Still consumes
Still attached

to the invisible cord

of love.

The air is so heavy...

we are forecast another storm tonight...

Even houses were set on fire last night by the lightning!

Windows are open..the stillness pervades.I anticipate another short night!!!
The fans are on in the bedrooms...children now sleeping..

Listening to the noises outside..I can hear the night time noises I hear in Greece, Spain, Africa...the constant crickets...the insect night time noises...

It must be hot...

Last night...we had an apocolypse of a storm...deadly.
Frightening.
Loud.
Powerful.

3.30 the rumblings turned into crashes and bangs and clatters...
4.00am The rain travelled in waves towards the house.

Lightning so bright the house was brilliant white, haunting.

Never have I been so frightened in this country when listening to a storm...the windowsills vibrated, as did the floor. I waited for the house to implode...

Eventually, the marital bed was filled with a weeping 9 Year old daughter, a cowering 2 year old dog and a terrified long haired moggie...she's about 14.

My beautiful lively boy...slept throughout...deep in slumber...

I staggered to work today...shattered!!!

Still, no one wants it...

Byron, Colt And Willow (the young one) have all had 'a pep talk.'

It's something they do not want, yet I suspect at least one will be 'coerced.'

I am loving my job...loving it right now....

No responsibility really and I never ever want it...again...not for a while anyway.

I feel like an imposter...

Was that really me...really her...

Was it?
She is sickly sweet, as am I.

She knows it's the right way to be...

She spoke in such a callous way.
She spoke in such a hateful way

Nothing was done and the rot set in....

Yet. I am there...loving every moment now...

Finally...things were done.
I am here.

Where I need to be.
Where I should be.

If I lived it all again...I would be dead.

They were there tonight
white lines over the moon..

Soft cloudy streaks and glistening planes..
Glinting moments in the sky..

A second of someone's time..
A life time within the second.

I love to watch the gliding reflective birds...
I settle in the silence of distant journeys.

I stand still.
For now.
My moment.
As I watch the journeys across gentle skies.