It’s no news that I can trust you with my secrets
Your reputation for discretion is well-known
And I appreciate a glimpse into your misery
Tell me just one thing and then you’re on your own

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Thanksgiving Night and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

Was it adventure, was it fear of sanctuary
That was a trip a bit far out, even for you
I know you’re busy directing your lifelong documentary
Documenting was all you wanted me to do

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Christmas Morning and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

I had my heart close to my left when the table got kicked over
It’s what you wanted but you got nothing instead even less
Now even your gallery of pigeons has been picked up by the vultures
There’s only one thing left for you to confess

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s New Year’s Eve and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Come Saint Valentine’s Day

 

The solitary bird sings
On this quiet and sunny day,
I have everything I need
Except friends that could not stay.

The life cycle trundles on
Auld Lang Syne has been sung,
We toast a new beginning
As the new day has just begun.

I have travelled arduous miles
To arrive at this stage in my life,
And I wonder if it has been worth it,
Going through all the trouble and strife.

Without the friends I had in my life,
The journey would not have been so worthwhile,
My friends stood by me and helped me
And always greeted me with a smile

A life Without good friends
Makes the world a harsher place,
Cherish each one dearly forever,
For they can never be replaced.

 

 

A lot of people have had a lot of pain to bare this year. Just like every year, but with a pandemic on top of everything else. There has been a lot more suffering than usual. There has been a new type of suffering that people have experienced where they have been unable to touch their loved ones when they were ill, or even see them. There have been people who have been unable to attend the funeral of close relatives due to travel restrictions.

Some countries have faired a lot better than others. Losing loved ones due to inept governments who put their political agenda and cronies first, has caused a lot more anguish, because lives have been lost unnecessarily.

As we reach the end of 2020, I think it is more important than ever to try to think positively and not to lose hope, because there is an air of uncertainty swirling around that instils a feeling of unease.

I have resisted the urge to go into a political rant, because that really is doom and gloom. Although my blogging activity is far less frequent than it used to be, interacting with people from other countries seems even more important to me since we share a global problem.

I wish you all a healthy, prosperous and Happy New Year and hope the light at the end of your tunnel gets brighter every day.

Love and Peace,

 

 

Everyday when I’m away
I’m thinking of you
Everyone can carry on
Except for we two.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

Everyday when I’m away
And there’s been a few
Every land I need a hand
To help me come through.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

The best journalists in the world are the ones who seek and publish the truth, especially when it is detrimental to their own wellbeing.

The audience with a real desire for fact, is the one that does not accept mainstream news as being tangible or honest. The people who stray off the media beaten track to find honest reporting, are rewarded with the truth. It is not always good to hear, but it is the only acceptable information worth listening to.

Some people just want to hear, what they want to hear. It is far more comfortable for them not to have the boat of their belief system rocked, lest they get splashed with the waves of reality.

Some people go through life accepting information that unprincipled people want them to believe. Other people search for truth and believe the unaccountable should be held to account. Whistle-blowers can have their lives ruined for revealing unfavourable practises towards society, but their honour and integrity remains intact.

The people-of-power wage a war of character assassination against those who speak out against corrupt behaviour. The baddies proclaim that they are the goodies. They will comfortably annihilate countless people and maintain that they are righteous.

In the age of information technology, there is a lot of information easily available, but unfortunately it is also convenient for spreading lies and propaganda. The deeper you search for the truth, the more you will find out things you do not like, but you will be far more enlightened. Only the truth matters.

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
It’s here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again

 

Deep and dark was the night
that descended upon me
No light, no tunnel, no sound

Your love had evaporated
Into another solar dimension
No heat, no appetite, no rebound

I thought we were walking
To the beat of our hearts
No more, no hope, no inbound

I will start at the beginning again
Like square one on a board game
For love, for joy, for a sunny turnaround

But I will never forget you
Or how much you gave me
For ever, because, I was spellbound

I got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a heart rush
Ain’t slowing down
I got it real bad
Want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh
She’s giving you now

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, ’cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, ’cause maybe then
You’d want me just as much
I got a girl crush
I got a girl crush

I don’t get no sleep
I don’t get no peace
Thinking about her
Under your bed sheets
The way that she’s whispering
The way that she’s pulling you in
Lord knows I’ve tried,
I can’t get her off my mind

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, ’cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, ’cause maybe then
You’d want me just as much
I got a girl crush
I got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a heart rush
It ain’t slowing down

This is the latest book from Paulette at The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap. Profits from her books go to help rescue dogs from kill shelters.

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With courage, depth, and passionate insight, bestselling author Paulette Mahurin captures the horrors of the German occupation of France. Where Irises Never Grow tells the story of how one book that escaped Nazi confiscation moved through time holding a cryptic note. Unraveling its mystery brings the reader to Lyon, France. It is there war, in all its bloodstained pathos, is witnessed through the escalating cruelty of the Vichy regime. Particularly impacted is the Legrand family. Thrown into a whirlwind of turmoil they struggle to help the Resistance while maintaining deceitful relations with the government. As the Nazis move toward occupying southern France, the duplicity unravels along with all the Legrands are protecting. Their struggle is raw. Uplifting. Nothing is held back in depicting the horrors inflicted on innocent people by the corrupt tyrannical despots. But this is more than a story of war. It is a story of friendship and loyalty. Of love and sacrifices. And choices for ultimately it is a story that shines a light on the fundamental urge by decent human beings to do right by another, to stand tall no matter the risk when millions stood silent. Where Irises Never Grow will linger in the readers gut and mind long after the last page is finished.”

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