Mickey Finn & his amazing friends

My choice of music is varied. I feel a sense of passion as I relate to 60's-70's and 80's, with hip hop playing a huge part of my being. I respect the art form of creative craft, but nothing compares to my childhood of growing up in the 90's. For that I'd like to thank D.J Mickey Finn, plus countless others. My reason is this-

Growing up with my close friends was a roller coaster due to family troubles and the easy thing to do was just pop on your headphones and escape. We would collect flyer's from M.C Lenni and buy tapes from the raves with our paper money, Sir Michael of the Finns was our favourite D.J. He always ripped it up and put a smile on your face, so as time moves on I am older and still pleased to see my idols still 'killing it' Fantazia NYE will be great, Mickey's there at the Que Club. I often wonder though, behind the cheering clouds and the feeling of fun, do the D.J's actually know that they may have just saved a child's life?

The worker at midnight

He glares into his PC monitor, eyes red and tired. He gives his all and fights through the lethargy that is pulling his last reserves of the imagination from him. He needs to do this, for a better future...because it's who he is. It's tough and sometimes the ideas are distantly extinct like a fossils slowly unearthing deep inside the writers mind. He views things as a people watcher, logging and always observing. He is silently nosey and at the same time respectful, he loses his ego to become a transport sponge so to carry his characters to his novel, or story. He writes in his blog questioning if anyone really cars or reads his work. It's good for him, self therapy. The journal keeps him venting and learning, past the iron gates of dimness he searches for a brighter tomorrow and survives outside of time and people. He walks among them but never really feels with them. Why is this? He is lazy but hard working. Another cup of tea passes his dry lips and tastes like luxury, caffeine fuels his journey into the midnight hour. His fingers begin to ache as he types what shoots through his mind, thoughts from anywhere speeding past like a runaway train. It's easier to write in the dark.
I can pluck the concepts more easily now, I check the time on the bottom right hand corner of my monitor.
it's 12:00.

When things go wrong

Lately things have gone wrong. Even though some of them are minor I still get mad and moan about them, giving my worries over to negative energy. This in turn drains me and makes me unbearable to be around. So I take a moment to breath the life force around my veins, my state settles and my training serves me eventually. I have a long way to go before I'm where I want, I must accept there's life and life is here to test us all. I look at the poorly people on the news and realise over my ignorance that all my worries are invisible to the matter. Now when I lose something or something breaks, I will try my best to accept the occurrence and deal with the situation in the calmest possible way. If only I wasn't human!

Winter Darts Training, I'm ready!

I'm looking forwards to breaking up and having the 'break'. Well my break will be like any ones...enjoying films, food n drink, family friends...and hard training! I have chance to catch up with my Karate Kata's and Kung Fu. I'll run up hills, stretch and perform calisthenics. Ill squeeze out isometrics and perform dynamic tension until my body looks and feels better. I'll relax with some 80's films. And...who knows!!!

Lovers

'Me and you against the world.

Us vs them.

We will love each other till are last days on earth.

After our life, we as angels will go on.

Like doves we will fly together.

I'm so happy to have you in my life.

I Love You...

'I mean it so I say it, not always.

I act first and regret later.

I am full on, my passion is too much.

I am distant but close.

I am cold but loving.

I make you laugh, and cry.

I keep messing up only to say sorry.

I think I'm the best, but fail to ever be perfect.

I'm complex but simple.

I love you, that's for sure.'

She Loves Me

She looks me in the eye like no other has ever done before.

I feel her radiant respect for my well being.

I shudder at her very touch and smell, and marvel at her beauty.

She knows me so well, better than I thought.

She puts her self out for me and accepts me for who I am.

I improve under her love for me.

I want to look after her forever and protect her from the storms.

I honour her life and the joy it has brought me.

We stand alone in this busy world.

She completes my life line and helps me become a father, lover and husband.

I'm luckier than a lucky man.

I don't deserve such a lady.

I need to try more.

I love you.