There's no-way I believe you're empty

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You are somebody, you are are you.
And you don'��t need anyone to make you someone.

In my life I have lived through many terrible things,
most of which never happened.

If you pick up a starving dog and feed him, he won'��t
bite you.
This is the difference between Man and canines.

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.
Small minded people always do that, but the really great
make you feel that you, too, can become great.

I am part of all that I have been, yet the experiences
joyous painful or other, which molded me into that
which I am, such as it is or is not, must stand as
testament to to what I have become.

There is a place I'��m looking for, somewhere
I know I belong.
Not that I'��ve forgotten you understand, just
Can'��t remember where.
Have to keep moving forward, and it feels as
If I'��m close.
Know I'��m going to find it, in good time or the
Next.
The past is not my future, and I know there'��s
No going back.'Now is all the time I have,
Tomorrow, a day that may never come.

Ladies who Lunch?

Lightning speared the earth spasmodically, like a fork trying
To Skewer a skittish pea. A filthy night, the storm raged over
The canopy of the primordial forest. Wind driven rain roared
And lashed the tops Into a wild frenzy.

Trees danced and creaked to an ancient rhythm. Below a
Cauldron simmered and bubbled over a fire, that in the stygian
Darkness gleamed and winked, with the malevolence in a
Demented polecats eye.

Piercing the night with a strident shriek, a voice demanded
"�� When shall we meet again? "�� A younger more normal voice
Replied "�� I can do next Thursday, if everyone's OK with that. "

Thank you Dear Lady, and one day you may consider me a friend. Till them "Tonight is just a Masquerade."

Sometimes addiction happens by accident , insidiously, but getting rid of it is no accident, and there's nothing insidious about that

And that's how it really happened.

Mothers Day

Mother'��s day so the family gathered. The grandmum and the young mums,
the guests of honour. My two sons, my daughter and of course the grandson,
light of my life the lad is.
The lunch was great, the food lovely, the conversation entertaining,
and would you believe I got to pay the bill, which pleased everyone.
It would seem nothing changes.

On departing the Riverside restaurant the lad wanted to run across the new
Millenium bridge, and why not it only takes about five minutes and by its design
it is fun to cross. No time was the cry, we'��ve got to do this, that and the other.

Knickers to this , that and the other, I grabbed his hand and we were off.
Over the river in a flash and back at the same speed; the laughter peeling and
tinkling out of us, at this little forbidden adventure.

Just before we caught up with the rest of the family up he looked up at me and
said, "��Grandad I knew you would find a way to get me across that bridge."��
Suddenly that expensive restaurant bill seem totally inconsequential.

Just teasing "My favourite brunette." Lying to her actually but I'm
"A bad Liar."

I'��m the worst kind of liar you could imagine.
I mean half the lies I tell aren't true.
To give you an example my grandson asked
me, "��Grandad why is the sky blue?"�� I said in
reply, "��No, you can'��t have an ice cream."�� He
seemed happy with that, so I changed my mind
and bought the ice cream. It was really tasty.

A writer'��s mind is like a magician��s hat.
If you'��re going to get something out of it,
You best put something in first. Apart
from Rabbits that is.

He loves your pink trainers. That boy's beginning to worry me.

I often ask my seven year old grandson for advice.
I find getting the benefit of his inexperience helpful.

I'��m not young enough to know everything.

I am part of all that I have been, yet the experiences
joyous painful or other which moulded the wisdom in
me, such as it is or is not, must stand as testament to
to what I have learned.

I have wandered far and learned little and yet I have
sat and thought and perceived much. Often about
the journeys I traveled blinded by haste.

Now that I have time to sit and think, watching those
that race to complete their errands, missions, tasks,
blind to all that is around them. I am glad that having
regained the art of, "��Sightseeing"�� I see the folly of my
ways, and hope I have learned the lesson