Master of the Game

My favourite games.....

Murder She Wrote
Midsomer Murders
Rosemary and Thyme
Foyle's War
Agatha Christie's Poirot

.....and many more such like.

That which passeth understanding...

This is that which passeth understanding -
This is that place, that place where I am standing,
Hear me now speak in tongues no man has heard,
Read the words no man has read.

The wise man walks between the chasms,
Blind-folded and hung over,
Knowing the fall will come soon,
Unexpected but inevitable -

And as he walks his hands will lift in the air -
As though he remembered how his ancestors once flew,
And he will stretch out his hand,
To guide those around him to their doom.

The Face

Oh My God ~
Beauty never ends.
As your face loses its delineations
And your hair its colour and lustre ~
My Beauty's line never waivers
Nor the sweetness lose
Its honey'd glow - perfume
Fragrance of Spring,
So sure so clear
Once remember'd
Once all mine ~

26 August 2008

Today is the first day of the rest of my life - so the story goes....

I think this came from the American Beauty -

Will this blog have a purpose? Will it advertise certain virtues or virtuosities of the hidden? Will it astound or be revelatory? Scintillating, titillating and outrageous?

I think not.

It will simply be how the tail unfolds itself to the nth degree as the enervate mind meanders through the myriad bifolds of capillary desires....

not much pain then, not much gore either.