Hold the Door

We all have a reason for being, a reason that we were placed on this earth for, a purpose. But we don’t know what that is, we look for it in our life, seek the clues that might lead us to it. So we look for it, seek it, we say we are trying to find ourselves, find our reason for being, the reason that we exist for, why we have been given life on this earth, and why we are asked to live it, go through its ups and downs, through the hardship that is life, and all the time thinking while we are here what is the purpose of our being? what are we here for? what are we meant to achieve? Is it something so great that it will change the course of history? or invent a machine that will change the way we live? or come up with a medicine that will stop all sickness? or some other thing on a similar scale. What if i told you that the reality of the matter is much simpler than that, that we can’t all be Einstein or Hitler or Newton. What if i told you that 42 has nothing to do with it, or any other number for that matter. No. What if i told you that your sole reason for being in this life with all it’s suffering and all it's troubles and anguish and pain is just to simply “Hold the Door”. Now wouldn’t that be grand

Michael Kiwanuka - Love & Hate

Sin and Skin, The Serpent Within

I crawl on your skin like the serpent bent within
Slither and slide inside rattling the bone with sin
Death hold as it chokes ecstasy from sufferin’
Evil thoughts of bounded leather your whippin’
I part the folds inhale the loads seeking therein
Night moves in the darkest hour thrusting in
Pleasure as it goes to the Gräfenberg begin
Rock and roll all night I'll make your head spin
Steady as she goes hard till we win the twin
No effort needed as I play her like a violin
We finish as they come the devil has smitten
Our body’s lay waste they have gone to the bin
And so it goes lovers must endure transgression
My final act I steal this look at you my heroine

Tan Skin, Hazy Eyes

Dark void, tan skin, round hills, white thighs,
I see the things that need me, she cries,
Out in passion she cries my name, she lies,
The other man in waiting knows, I realise,
But I just rough her up more, with both eyes,
I look at her breathing hard, I sympathise,
This is the night that was promised, mesmerise,
She turns to me as I leave her, it dignifies,
Wet flesh, silk and satin, full lips, hazy eyes.

Come To Me

come

come to me

come my son

come my daughter

come to me

come and rest your weary and tired head on my

shoulder 

come in and take off that burden that troubles you

and rest heavy on your shoulder

even from this distance

or

even from afar

i know you are hurting

i know you're troubled

i can see it in your eyes

i can see it in your words

i can see the wight of it as it bends your back

come to me my sons and let me help you

help you to ease your burden

to lessen your load

to share the wight

father knows

father feels

father senses

fathers heart can feel your troubled heart

fathers heart can speak to your aching heart

come to me

i will listen as you talk

i will lend you my ears

and

i will not judge

i will not blame

and

i will most certainly not say "i told you so”

even if i did

and

i will be your eyes to see whats coming

i will be your back to support the burden

i will be your stomach at times of trouble

i will be your head keep cool in a scuffle

i will be your kidneys should you need them

so

you should know this and take it as a given that

i’ve got your back

and

father will always be there for you

for now

and

forever

even after fathers death

i will still be here for you in my words that i have left for you

Sons of The Emarat

We are the shadow that come from light 

We are the sun after the long night

We are the battle engulfed in fight

We are the rain after the drought

We are the fire in the burning heart

We are the water quench the thirst

We are the answer to the plight

We are the sands of the desert

We are the sons of the Emarat

ABC's

Now you know your ABC's tell me what any of this mean:
Kakistocracy; Kakuro; Kangaroo court; Katy bar the door; Katzenjammer; Keep it under your hat; Keep mum; Keep your eyes peeled; Kelemenopy; Kelsey’s nuts; Kerfuffle; Ketchup versus catsup; Kettle of fish; Kettling; Kibibyte; Kick the bucket; Kidding on the square; Killick; Kilometre; Kilroy was here; Kilter; Kinetoscope; King Charles’s Head; Kip; Kippers and curtains; Kiss the gunner’s daughter; Kith; Kitty; Kitty-corner; Kludge; Knock seven bells out of someone; Know the ropes; Know your onions; Knucker.