This romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up

I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me

And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time

Yeah, I will love you baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain't no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines

And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always

Q - In a pond there are ten fish, one of them dies, and the water level of the pond increases. How?

A leaf falls upon apple-flavoured thoughts
of the you in my mind, within you afar
connected in time by wine and ports
seeking resolve from climacteric still ajar
obcordate in trepidation
uncertainty bordering anticipation
like a glissando after medication
before the daylights assured termination
this dispeopled med-induced journey
of strange hues and distant views
seeking my amaretto-lipped honey
without recourse to movement of clues
a Proteus of fluid interjection
and of coming-around to pulverise
a gladitional victory over hurts dissension
in olive sunsetting skies we rhapsodize.

written by lauren6
hospital, 16:30, 14/09/2006.

For some reason, I slept with this in my head...a memory perhaps, of my early travels with family in France, accompanying ferries and waves, hello's and goodbye's, Channels and far off lands, for young eyes to see...now, it all comes back, with reinvigorated meaning, amplified to a day of one lifetime's journey...facing the setting sun which I can NOW chase, catch, and keep, and live with it once more.

I am alive again!
Thank you everyone.

This is shared with you all...
with love from
Ed xx

An old classic, for a change on my blog!

Yes: Wonderous Stories

I awoke this morning
love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.

He spoke of lands not far
or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
if I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.

Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
and were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
to hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.

Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing

This is the real me,
no disguise in my eyes
today is my life
feeling like a prize
my true self
woke from pained sleep
into the sun alive
my power rises from the deep.

written, humbly, by lauren6
right now...I feel the light.

Norfolk's twinned towns and cities, not including the villages...

Aldborough: Villiers St Denis France
Attleborough: Nueil Les Aubiers France
Aylsham: La Chaussee St Victor France

Brundall: Maurecourt France

Cromer: Crest France
Cromer: Nidda Germany

Dereham: Ruthen Germany
Downham Market: Civray France

Fakenham: Olivet France

Great Massingham: St-Clement France
Great Yarmouth: Rambouillet France

King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Emmerich Germany
King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Jicin Czech Republic
King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Mlada Boleslav Czech Republic
King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Sandringham Australia

Norfolk County: Samara City (Kuibyshev) Russia
Norfolk County: Haut-Rhin France
Norfolk County: Koblenz Germany
Norfolk County: Norfolk USA
North Walsham: Friesenried Germany
Norwich: El Viejo Nicaragua
Norwich: Koblenz Germany
Norwich: Novi Sad Serbia
Norwich: Rouen France

Old Catton: Lavare France

Sheringham: Otterndorf Germany
Shipdham: Noyant-La-Gravoyere France
Swaffham: Couhe France
Swaffham: Hemmoor-Warstade Germany

Tasburgh: Lubbeek Linden Belgium
Thetford: Skawina Poland
Thetford: Hurth Germany
Thetford: Les Ulis France
Thetford: Spijkenisse Netherlands

Watton: Weeze Germany
Wymondham: Bad-Orb Gelnhausen Germany

For the UK's complete list, click HERE

As the Beloved once sung in a song, "Let's come together, right now, in sweet harmony" so try this too, it's so easy to live a life from cooking together the best ingredients that cost nothing at all...only a little effort...

Fold two hands together, And express a dash of sorrow. Marinate it overnight, And work on it tomorrow.
Chop one grudge in tiny pieces, Add several cups of love. Dredge with a large sized smile, Mix with the ingredients above.
Dissolve the hate within you, By doing a good deed. Cut in and help your friend, If he/she should be in need.
Stir in laughter, love and kindness, From the heart it has to come. Toss with genuine forgiveness, And give your friends some.
The amount of people served, Will depend on you. It can serve the whole wide world. If you really want it to!

It is a title normally afforded to the likes of Manchester or the hills and valleys of Wales and Scotland.

But the winner of the competition to find Britain's wettest county during the month of August has been announced - as Norfolk.

And the wettest single location has been reported as Upper Sheringham, where a chart topping 214mm of rain fell, equivalent to more than a third of the average expected during an entire year.

On one day in the small north Norfolk village 75mm - or three inches - fell, the same day as the neighbouring community of Sheringham suffered so much at the hands of the torrential downpours, which washed out the carnival parade and damaged roads and businesses.

The figures, which form part of a report compiled by the Norfolk Rainfall Organisation, will come as no shock to those who experienced many of the heavy summer storms of last month.

But perhaps the surprise will be that the rain appears to have had little or no long term negative effect on the county's tourist industry, although it has had a mixed effect on our gardeners and farmers.

The popular view that tourism success is closely dependent on fine weather has been put under the spotlight by the figures.

Michael Timewell, chairman of Norfolk Tourism, said the county's key strengths which attracted visitors were its vibrancy, shopping, natural environment and beauty.

“What the county offers is strong because of what there is to see and do and the great amount of work which is going on to develop the product.

“People come to Norfolk in August because they want to experience what we have here.

“If it happens to rain it is my view people come prepared for it.

“There is a huge range of activities here and that counts for when the weather is fine or when it is indifferent.”

The wet weather also had an impact on farmers, although the scorching dry days of July appeared to cause more problems.

Aylsham-based grain merchant Andrew Dewing said the early summer drought caused serious issues for growers in the west of the county and those who farmed lighter land.

The wet weather in turn had had the effect of turning what would have been an “excellent” year for many others into an average season.

“Quality and therefore price suffered because of the rain, with some grain going for feed instead of milling and some pre germination problems,” said Mr Dewing.

“But there has also been some compensation because other parts of the world have had problems, which has driven prices up.”

For many professional gardeners and horticulturists, the season has been decidedly peculiar.

Tina Hammond, head gardener at the National Trust's Felbigg Hall, near Cromer, said many plants were now growing “as if it were spring”.

“It is like we have had two seasons on one,” said Miss Hammond.

“We are back to cutting the grass twice a week and everything has gone into a huge spring-like cycle of growth.

“The annuals went through their life cycle very quickly earlier in the year because of the drought, but they have set seed which has now germinated and they are coming again.

“And the shrubs are having a second flush of flowering.”

The distinct upside of the current weather was that it would help lengthen flowering seasons, meaning visitors to the hall could enjoy the gardens for longer, said Miss Hammond.

From EDP

The Cookie Thief

This is a scenario encouraging us not to jump to conclusions...

A woman was waiting at an airport one night With several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shop Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop. She was engrossed in her book but happened to see That the man beside her as bold as could be Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. She munched cookies and watched the clock As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.

She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye". With each cookie she took he took one too And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do. With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half as he ate the other She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother, this guy has some nerve and he's also rude Why he didn't even show any gratitude".

She had never known when she had been so galled and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane and sank in her seat Then sought her book which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes:

"If mine are here" she moaned with despair "Then the others were his and he tried to share"

"Too late to apologize she realized with grief" That she was the rude one, the ungrateful, the thief.

Walking in the dark, not just by night
every step taken, stands like a tenement surprise
of solid foundation and translucent cornerstone
rising with the sun into the majesty of the sky
with the atmosphere of each day offering a different way
of venerated choice in the airs positive voice
breathing all we are with comcomitant vision
to deracinate the hurting cold light of day
preparing for upcoming weeks growing apace
under guidance of sun and moon drawing breath
in coligation with my ocean dream
easing such lateral spinulous lassitude
with deeply conatus and lyrical feeling
my mind rests with you below palms
travelled, illuminated, touched and yours
with an eye spoken sound I feel motility
swimming on the crest of your ocean visage
let all colours be, sounding every note-
in what touches deepest, with eyes closed
life bleeds all we love to our last breath.

written by lauren6