skin deep

stretched like leather
worn and tired
holding all the life inside

tainted and dry
semi-precious and dated
this is what time has long created

inject!
inject!
you cannot be seen
strip back all the rust and see me as clean

i stand beside you
not touched or held
night cast its shadow
and time cast his spell

come in close so you can be heard
whisper - i feel your breath
no need to hear each word

temple

If today tells me this
that tomorrow is uncertain
it brings no new revelation
just another confirmation

That this moment is all
is the only proof we go on
because the future is but an ideal
for only this moment is real

If my body fails me
it gives my spirit strength
to hope for the ideal
with a purpose now I find
a reason to pray and trust and depend
because today is soon tomorrow
and tomorrow soon the end.

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my eye view

I made a promise
Perhaps too soon
But I will follow it through
Trusting in you

I made a promise
We made it mine
A daily reminder
To let loose with time

I keep this promise
In secret I know why
But my pride takes face
And the promise is replaced

With a cover so superficial
Everyone is proud
Pride for pride
The true promise inside

Hidden from whispers
Gossip and lies
This promise is sacred
Behind those eyes.

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thankful

Let me start with this: I am not going to be able to justify my feelings in words.. but I will try!

Today I felt joy - not just happiness... but joy. Last night I was visiting friends in B-Town and got a text from my dad telling me he got a full time job.

I believe god had this all sorted. While dad was in the running for this Egypt job, I was praying for my family..that they would be together..even if that meant Egypt.

Dad went for this job not knowing where it was or what it was really about.. Turns out it is in our home town and he is perfectly trained for the position. He started full time on Friday.

The significance of this is that 11 months ago my 64 yr old dad was going to a have a job interview (he retired but decided he wanted to go back to work). The day before his interview he fell and broke his leg quite badly and life changed for him from that day on. He couldn't do anything for himself anymore and has only recently been able to put shoes on again.

This job is a massive thing for him and I could not be more thankful for my god and his amazing ways.. even though dad doesn't know it yet.

XxX Corrie

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alright with me

I love to see you speak
Your words, muddled as they may be..
Say them loud and make it yours
You make perfect sense to me.

I love to hear your song
No need for a score or melody
The lyrics are your life
-Rise and fall of your talk-
As you share I am chased
As you trust i am caught

Capture me again
I love it when you do
When all the other voices cease
And all I hear is you

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your face is

Facebook.

It's rubbish.

I love that I can go on there and catch up with peeps from all over the place, particularly when my friends are all off traveling or getting hitched or having kids and other exciting things. It's great for that - but rubbish when people use it to cure boredom and post all their worries and opinions as status updates.

There is one girl who I used to get along with well. She's now married and living abroad. Her status is changed twice daily at least and is ALWAYS stating an opinion about someone or something. It sucks because I know she is so much deeper than her online character represents her to be. She comes across as a racist, ditzy, complaining, stuck up, spoilt, self obsessed, rich girl... But that's not at all what she is when you get her in the flesh for a chat! It's crazy- and- her pictures are all of her wide eyed, brows raised, perfect Hollywood smile rubbish... Makes her look like an idiot to me. Grrr. I often wonder if my online identity is representing me as a much different person to what I really am.

Dont get me wrong - I'm all for the looking your best in pics... But not when you start looking like a goldfish out of water who has just heard Andrew O'Keef call your name to play for 2 million big ones. No... That's when you stop looking good and start to look like an idiot.

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skewer.. or?

Last week i was in the local souvlaki place ordering a damn fine chicken souvi to go. As i waited for the two old ducks to prepare my meal I had a little listen to their conversation that could be heard by anyone passing by two blocks away. The older lady (late 50s) was obviously greek, and i assume she runs the place.. the younger one (late 30s) perhaps a daughter?.. just guessing.. but they seemed to know a lot about each other.

Now - to get the full effect.. imagine a greek accent tainted with a Tasmanian twang for Older Lady, and your typical cliche thick Taswegian accent for the Younger Mullet Lady.

Older Lady: When's young Steven going to introduce you to that girl whos been hanging around?

Younger Mullet Lady: Ahh he's taking her to the school dinner sooo...

Older Lady: Awww he'd like that!

Younger Mullet Lady: Aww yeah, like christmas on a stick!



Need I say more?...