Sunday, 25 October 2009

Oooo Look where "A dedication to someone so very special" has turned up now lol!

I ran a check on Google with one of my ISBN's and this is just a fraction of the new results. I'm now in US, UK and Libraries in Australia and New Zealand and on booksites and shops from Scandinavia, to France, Germany, the Netherlands, Japan, Spain and even Estonia lol, so I am slowly getting there, I am just so amazed

Thursday, 8 October 2009

'THIS JOURNEY OF SOULS" FROM CHAPTER 16 'DIARY OF A LOVE AFFAIR'

I felt so alone and let down, 2007 had been a tough year. I turned inwards looking for answers, I hadn’t done anything wrong all I had done was love a man who had suddenly breezed into my life, who had shown me how to love again. Not only that he had taught me to love so deeply as to be unconditional. Had I not met him then I guess I would not have developed my writing. He inspired and brought out of me, words in my heart I never knew I had. I loved that man so deep so spiritually in a way I never knew it was possible.

CLOSURE

You never did give me that finality

That proper end to love's fragility

You left me hanging in some kind of time warped limbo

Unable to go back, to stay the same or just go

I wanted answers, you refused to give

Or talk when all I'd done, was give

You owed me that, at the very least

All I'd done, everything for you, to please

I'm still here in this position

Like the proverbial 'Hanging man' in Tarot's supposition

what did I do to you so very bad?

You never really answered, but left me in a state of sad

To punish me for all lives ills and loves in justices past

It's not my fault your relationship of past didn't last

Why tar me with that same brush and category

I know you hurt of old and for that I'm sorry

But that is down to YOUR experiences

And nothing to do with this love's consequences

In your heart of old you know its true

I am me, not your past love who really hurt you

You never did give me closure when all I'd done was love you

MPB (c)

We have to go through adversity to learn. We have to experience and learn from making mistakes, so that we will learn from them. Sometimes we have to step back and let those we love the most mess up, such is life, but we have to do this even though it may be painful to stand on the sidelines and watch.

When you care and love someone unconditionally, you have no preconditions, no judgments. You are simply there to pick up the pieces if needed. That’s what true friends and lovers do, similarly a good counsellor does not offer opinions or suggestions but makes the recipient aware of their choices nothing more, You have to just stand back and let them learn for themselves and if they make mistakes, let them, its the only way they will learn. As much as we love our friends dearly, you have to love them enough to let them go. If they love you, they will come back because they want to be there, but if you step in and try to foist opinions and your beliefs, you will create alienation, you have to let souls grow, let them mature, develop at their own rate, and not try to hurry what is their life s journey and not ours

I hope one day in another life time, in another place we will meet again in fact I know we will and I wonder what the challenges will be that time around. Although I am sad he left me a gift, he touched my soul, with soul love and for that I can never hate him, but will always love him Unconditionally.

THIS JOURNEY OF SOULS

I know you are there

You are in my heart

Entwined in my soul

Though now apart

But joined at the hip

Part of the whole

Deep in my heart

Deep in my soul

I feel your eyes

They burn right through

The mists of time

For I'm part of you

We are one part of the same

You are me and I am you

We burn from one single twin flame

So in the dead of the night

As I lie awake

I'll be in your thoughts and in your sight

I gave to you my soul completely

So wherever you go

I will follow meekly

I cant escape no matter how

Destiny is calling

And calling now

There is no sense of space nor time

Clocks don't exist in the hallowed halls

This journey of souls yours and mine

Is destined for ever till the last strands of time

MPB (c)

FROM CHAPTER 15 'DIARY OF A LOVE AFFAIR'

Harpies, in classical Greek mythology and in Virgil's Aeneid, were flying monsters who tormented people and snatched food and other objects. Their name translates as "snatchers."

The Harpies, often but not always represented as a triad, were sisters connected with the winds. There were three or four Harpies, depending on the myth.

In some myths, their parents were Gaia and the Old Man of the Sea. In others, their parents were children of the Sea, siblings, and thus the Harpies were born of incest. They were so hideous that their parents hid them away. They were released when the gods needed them to torment and punish.

Today the term is often used metaphorically to refer to a nasty or annoying woman.

Green Witch was one such woman as were her friends and as in mythology, yes, there were three or four of them and they lived up to their name. I hate to be so catty but yes, she did hide her real face and all of this would have been so funny had the effect not been so real. Green Witch was boss Harpy in all of this all she had to do was say “Jump” to the others and they would chorus, “How high?”

At first I tried not to be paranoid, perhaps Annie was right and I even began to doubt my own intuitive ability. I was not imagining it, I know I wasn’t. The multiple comments, pushing me off John’s front page, she never did that to anyone else except me. Watching his page and as soon as he posted anything new, she had to be in there first, She had to have been watching his page especially as she deliberately waited for me to comment and then she would multiple comment. If I didn’t comment, she wouldn’t be in any hurry to or if one of his other friends did, she would only leave one comment, but with me, it was always five in a row to make sure I was pushed off. I mentioned this to John and he told me he would have a word with her, whether he did or not I don’t know. Perhaps he did and perhaps that was the reason why she seemed to step up her multiple comments.

She appeared to encourage her fellow Harpies to invite John to their pages, so that they had this little clique going and they would have conversations going on, on John’s page. At this time my blog was open to friends of friends so it was possible for her to read what I was posting and something else I noted at this time was whenever I posted a poem she would too. Being a proliferic blogger it must have driven her crazy when I think about it, but that was just me I loved writing poems for John.

FROM DIARY OF A LOVE AFFAIR PUBLISHED PARKBENCH PUBLICATIONS JULY 2009