I sit here alone now,
broken and battered by
the storms of life.

Such a terrible storm,
full of hellish lightning
and fearful hail.
A storm to end them all.

My soul has been truly battered
and distorted by life’s woes.
Torn asunder, reformed,
torn asunder once more.

Love will conquer all
so they say.
I used to believe this.
Not anymore though.

Today’s women know not the
joys of true love.
For them, it is a fleeting thing,
to be ignored forever.

For them, love is simply a tool
to use and distort at their leisure.
Never soul deep,
never real.

This soul is broken now.
Smashed to pieces on
bitter cold rocks.
Drowned completely.

This soul shall never trust again,
Shall never love again,
shall depart unwanted.
Uncared for.

Unloved.

They said that you were dead
yet this I did not believe.
Your youthful face gazing
back from my vivid dreams.

They pointed out your tomb
made from marble.
Yet this I did not believe.
Even as I gazed upon it myself.

I stood in silent awe, as birds
twittered nearby.
My eyes scanning the reflective stone.
Listening for your silenced voice.

Yet I still did not believe.

The sun had set, plunging the
world into silent night.
Bats swooped around my
bowed head.

Yet I still did not believe.

The lid grated softly and I stared.
A whitish mist rising and flowing
toward me.
This I did not believe.

I stood watching as the column
Formed and moulded into
human features.
Now I believed.

I smiled as you smiled.
I laughed as you laughed.
I panged as you drank.

Yes now I believe.

Now we are together my love.
Together for all eternity.
Together as the un-dead.

Oh yes, now I believe.

Well, Jerrix the cat has hit you tube, also own face book page..Currently working on volume 16, and final outing for intrepid hero...

That's about it really..No females yet..After last one, carrying a stake would be handy..Plenty of garlic too perhaps..Hee hee..You won't take my sense of humour...!

Lots of love...XXX...

A lot...Adventures of Jerrix the cat now at volume 12 for a start...A darker voyage...

Also, Adventures of Jerrix the cat on free download @Amazon.com/Amazon.co.uk...

The destroyer series now complete too. The ultimate vampirre killing machine...What? You missed the free download..?

Pay attention then...!

They huddled behind the battlements
when they arrived.
Huge metallic spiders that spat
nothing but death.

No one knew where they came from.
Now they were here.
Advancing from the station,
shattering the bridge.

Cars exploded as Prince of Wales rd
took the brunt of their onslaught.
Panicking populace on the move.
The spiders moved closer.

The Bell hotel went up in
flames of orange, some drinkers
preferring to fry than flee.
The crazy ones.

Upon the battlements they watched.
“To the armoury,” the cry went.
They dashed, searched, found the
silver suit.

“Put the damn thing on!”
It slipped on easily enough.
A tight fit for one so wide.
Clanking to the battlements it went.

The spiders advanced to Castle Mall.
Vaporising as they went.
Buses, shops, a cat or two gone
forever.

They advanced towards the castle wall,
across that bridge over the moat.
The knight stood waiting.
Even as death rays raked the fleeing.

“I’m here,” he shouted through
the mad din.
Spiders watched and fired again.
Lethal bolts struck, one, two, three.

The knight remained standing.
The spiders below in flames.
Their bolts reflected.
The group cheered.

He clanked down from the wall,
moving beyond.
Another bolt struck, the spider
annihilated.

The knight advanced slowly,
painfully to the shattered road.
The spiders regrouped as he
advanced.

Bolts tore the broken road,
he carried on.
The spiders turned then
and fled.

The knight vanished too.
His identity unknown.
Those on the battlements
knew him not.

Today, within the sand blasted
castle, the knight still stands.
It stands as a monument,
to when the knight saved the world.

Since last post been ultra busy. Set up own website, not that easy...Set up an e store...That gave me sleepless nights...published 3 more kindle books on amazon...Finished those on 12 hous shifts...No sleep though..Rise of the Vampires, Rise of Darkness, The Destroyer..

Plenty planned for 2012.

Oh yes, silly me.

Forgot to add, published last 2 Adventures of Jerrix the Cat books.

Volume 6 and A Voyage Too Far...Phew...

I think that's it...

Living can be such a bind,
especially when it’s torture.
When you wake to silence,
go to bed in silence.

When you are alone.
Alone to weep.
Alone to remember.
Alone to regret.

Life itself.
Where did life go wrong?
When I was born?
Seems like it.

When I was smashed in ’87?
Lying in agony beneath the skip?
Putting those arms out to save myself
was the worst mistake.

One of many.
I would not have known what was
coming in ’88.
Nor ’09.

Let alone ’11.
I know now of course.
Forced to live out this life.
Forced to drink the poison.

Forced to stay put.
Regardless of what I want.
Release into spirit.
Release into paradise.

Release into that realm
where love reigns supreme.
Where pain and suffering end
finally.

I remain of course.
Waiting, wondering.
Crying like a babe
recently spewed from the womb.

I wait whilst the eternal
question remains.
Why must I live?

The beige chair sits quietly empty.
No one sits there now.
So recently occupied,
it sits sad and alone.

It sits there, like some monument
to love’s loss.
To love’s final death.
To the loss of companionship.

It sits there watching me.
Wondering what I’m up to.
Wondering if I’m suffering,
as I truly am.

It sits there empty.
As empty as my heart,
my soul.
Waiting for another.

Waiting for another to sit.
Waiting for another to feel.
Waiting for another to love.
Waiting for eternity.

A waiting that must go on,
forever.
The empty seat must remain
empty.

That seat which I and a neighbour
hauled up the stairs.
Bringing it for you.
It remains empty.
For you.

He rose, as the rain pattered against the
smoked glass of his home.
Yawning loudly, legs stretching,
he climbed from bed.

A curious silence had descended.
Only the chatter from the tv reminded him
that life went on.
As it always does.

His mind turned to the walk he had
promised himself.
A walk to clear his clogging lungs,
his ever chattering mind.

He followed the main road towards
the heath, noting the mushrooms
growing here and there.
As they always do.

He noted the birdsong as he walked upon the heath itself.
No one around.
No dog walkers, no homeless.
Even the rain had stopped.

He followed the path towards
the incline. Ground rising gently.
His usual route.
Nothing ever changes.

He reached the hillock,
swinging around and gazing back
towards the homes, the road,
towards the bustle of life.

He yawned again, turning slowly and
heading towards the line of bushes,
curious now.
Something lay there.

A form softened by the
overnight rain.
A form that looked human,
familiar.

He approached slowly,
cautiously, fearfully.
Gazing down at the elderly corpse
dressed in that familiar coat.

He squinted, reeling back in shock.
This body was his own.
Dead and silent as corpses
always are.

He whirled around, the view
fading as he woke once more.
Yawning loudly.
Just another day.

Life’s a ***** or so they say,
does not matter if you are straight or gay.
Morals come and morals go,
life is just a picture show.

Sit and watch as time ticks by,
sitting quietly, please don’t cry.
Waiting for the eternal sleep,
no sound is made, not even a peep.

Lying upon your eternal bed,
located somewhere near the shed.
Sitting here where poppies grow,
buried beneath six feet of snow.

Hanging around and watching the sky,
breathing slowly in one long sigh.
Gazing as the world turns white,
gazing toward that blinding light.

Taking that first long step,
hoping to miss that fisherman’s net.
Floating freely through the air,
As us mere mortals stop and stare.

Hanging around until the end,
enough to drive you around the bend.

The last blood test was fairly grim,
now my chances are fairly slim.
Dodged one bullet, maybe two,
now I think it’s up to you.

Up to you to continue this page,
please forget my awful rage.
My rage of love that I had for you,
my rage of love that was so true.

My rage of love that shall not die,
my rage of love that made me cry.
My rage of love that looks around,
my rage of love that knew no bounds.

Within this citadel of pain,
one can die without the shame.
The shame of knowing and this is true,
the one who died was the one for you.

Left alone in this world of lies,
left alone, alone to cry.
Crying over what should have been,
crying over your love unseen.

Unseen by me as you played around,
the cost of which shall bring you down.
As to the dark grave I go,
I only thought you ought to know.

The world lay smashed and broken
as man’s loathsome desire for destruction
past its peak.

Cities lay in rubble, dark clouds of death
hanging serenely overhead.
As the dying screamed below.

Charred bodies, buried beneath
mountains of brick and stone.
Never to find peace in some hallowed place.

The world had fallen silent at last.
The roar of the blast wave had stopped.
The crashing of ancient buildings had stopped.

Still the death went on.
Clouds of radioactive dust now smothered
the works of man.
Dust that burnt the life from those that lived.

Dust that brought vomit, red soars and
incontinence to everyone that experienced
It.

Dust that brought death and peace
in equal measure.
Dust you could not see.

The leaders were dead of course.
Those that had unleashed this
holocaust upon us all.

Dead but not forgotten by
those few who made it through.
Those fatal final hours.

I had not thought off that...Anyway, updated profile accordingly...

Thanks for suggestion...

Have uploaded new photo which clearly shows medic condition...Hopefully, this will put people off...

I see from my profile that someone wants to meet me! Sorry, no can do...

My purpose here is simple.

To communicate via the community pages.

To educate and entertain via the community pages.

My last 6 girlfriends, 1977/2011, married last 2, have all been unfaithful...

Also, quite ill, weight 32.5 Kg...

To be honest, need a partner like a hole in the head.

Actually, such a hole would be kinder for me...

I have always loved GOD,
not from desperation mind you.
Because I know.

I know why he loves me.
I know why he loves us all.
I know why HIS project
Is nearing completion.

Even though MAN is violent,
inadequate really,
He shall not desert us.
HE shall not desert me.

As sunlight gives way to darkness,
as joy turns to tears,
as Earth turns to ash,
HE shalt redeem the Hebrews.

His son came for them after all.
The final warning of what was to come.
Of what was to come in our time.
So misunderstood.

Misunderstood by Mans’s church.
Misunderstood by today’s weak leaders.
Understood by the Hebrews.
Glory unto them.

For they shall inherit the
Kingdom of GOD.
When the lights of Earth,
Go out forever.

My cat loves me, she really does.
Unlike human love, this love is unconditional.
She has never played around,
screwed behind my back.

She never wanted to.
House cat she is, the queen of queens.
Queen of my heart if you like,
eyes only for me.

She is dominant as all cats are.
She rules, yet rules with loving kindness.
I feed, give treats a plenty.
Well trained me.

When she thinks I have done
Something wrong, she bites, scratches.
Sometimes just holding my hand
in her gentle jaws.

Not biting always. Just letting me know.
I love you daddy.

What follows is a proven later addition.

Obviously, after calming down the women reported to the disciples. Perhaps around Tuesday. The reference above, they told no one, suggests a delay.

At this point in history, the attitude to women was pretty awful. The fact that 3 women are credited with finding the empty tomb is truly astonishing, and proves the accuracy of their report.
You will have noticed that Mark does not mention the 30 pieces of silver, or the suicide of Judas.

These details were added in later Gospels.

There is however, a strong Hebrew tradition that he committed suicide out of remorse. It also states that a potter’s field was bought with the 30 pieces of silver. It could not be returned to the Temple treasury.

Why John Mark does not say this is unclear. It is possible that he knew nothing of it.

Next comes the reference to Barabbas. A Zionist guilty of murder, and the tradition of freeing a prisoner on Passover. Concerning Barabbas. He vanishes soon after this scene, which strongly suggests the Romans done away with him. History does not record the tradition of freeing a condemned man on Passover.

It is well known that Pilate was a quick thinker, and I suspect he created this tradition on the spot. What followed has been added to later and twisted beyond belief.

It’s obvious that Pilate wanted to hang on to Barabbas. He appealed to the assembly thinking they would call for Yeshua’s release. Now, there is a very strong tradition among the Hebrews that the crowd called for Yeshua’s release. It also states that the crowd was peppered with Zionist rebels. They outshouted the people and Barabbas was released. No one called for Yeshua to be crucified.
This is a slur on the Hebrews.

The part played by the Temple priests is accurate. In this case, they backed the Zionists. Many years down the line, they regretted it.

After sentence, Yeshua is whipped within the fort and handed over to the execution party. Pilate did not wash his hands. That account is in later Gospels to blacken the name of the Hebrews. There is proof of this.

The mocking scene is sadly accurate. This was normal as part of the execution process. The thorns and cloak indicate the final charge. Sedition by claiming to be the King of the Jews. The charge levelled by the High Priest.

I have studied Roman crucifixion, Hebrew tradition, and the march to the cross is accurate. However, there are mistakes. Later additions. No priests would have watched this, and the jeering crowd would have been calling for his release, as well as castigating the execution party. History records such events for other prisoners.

After nailing his wrists and feet, long nail through anklebones, the troops divide his clothes. This is accurate. Every crucifixion demanded a naked victim. Death combined with humiliation. The reference to the criminals is also accurate, though they said nothing. Every crucifixion was multiple. The criminals only moaned due to blood loss, pain and problems breathing. Try holding your arms out for a while and you will see what I mean.

We are then told of the jeers, and the presence of the chief priests and teachers of the Law. This was added later. Executions were private and heavily guarded. Only family/ friends were permitted. The account that at noon the sky went dark is accurate. A major storm struck the capital. I have seen such a storm myself during 1982. The sky went black as coal, lightning flashed and lights came on. It lasted 3 hours. At the time, I thought Judgement Day had arrived.

At 15 hours, Yeshua cries out once. The reference to Eli is accurate. He does not refer to Elijah though. He refers to an ancient priest who dropped dead at his gate. His son was called Yeshua. You can find this within the Hebrew Canon or in discussions.
No one ran up with a sponge. This event was carried out by a Roman guard. Only they had the authority. After this, Yeshua died as recorded. Cause of death is obvious. Blood loss, shock, asphyxiation and heart attack.

The reference to the tearing of the Temple curtain was added later. Had this happened, no one but the priests would have known. They would have kept this to themselves.

The reference to the Roman officer declaring Yeshua as the Son of God, was added later. As pagans, i.e., believers in many gods, he would never have said such a thing.

The family members mentioned is accurate, as indicated above.
At this point, Joseph of Arimathea is mentioned. This too is accurate. Only he could have known of the details of the trial. As mentioned above.

The Roman troops would have removed the body, not Joseph. It was not an easy task. He wrapped it in a burial shroud as recorded. This would become the Shroud of Turin. The tomb refers to the Garden tomb discovered much later quite close to Golgotha. I mentioned this in Treatise on the Shroud of Turin.

The account of the stone rolling is true, but one man could not have done it. Far too heavy. A tombstone can be seen at the Garden Tomb. Much like a miller’s grindstone in size and shape. The entire family mentioned above would have helped.

At the Sabbath end, it is recorded that 3 women returned to anoint the body. This is accurate and is part of Hebrew tradition. This was Sunday, 3 days later, and it was early in the morning. As recorded, the problem of the tombstone is discussed. It is noticeable that the Roman guards are missing. This was a later addition to the following Gospels.

On reaching the tomb, they are shocked to find that the stone had been rolled back. One can imagine it. They ran inside, stopping at the top step. The Garden Tomb has steps cut into the rock, which lead a very short way down to the stone bed.

The account of the young man is accurate. He was an angel in human form. After hearing his message, the women turned and fled. Not surprising really. As it says in the final line, they were terrified and said nothing to anyone.

The Gospel ends at this dramatic point. 16:8.

The final part follows...