FABIO.&.ALEXANDRA

                                 

                                  This Is Your Wedding Day..

This is just to say that I wish you happiness..
That's sure to come your way..and on the biggest day of your lives
As you stand by the alter, with dreams in your hearts
And when the man asks do you..take this women this man

To live together for ever..make sure the answer's what's in your hearts
And when you do say I do, looking into the others smiling eyes
Just visualise in your mind in your heart & soul why your standing here..before this alter.
Before your God..and the people that matters most in your lives..Surrounding you.

How I wish I was one of them..to be there to wish you well..and I do..
Things didn't work the way I hoped..wish I had a little more time
It matter's not for I'll be here thinking of you.. on your special day.  
And as you unite your hearts into one..with hope in your eyes

Forget not that life's what we make..its in our hands our minds our eyes
The eyes are the windows to our souls, as long as you realise
That eyes can not speak, but we can speak with our eyes
One look can say in many ways.. what our minds refuse to say..out loud.

And this is the very first day of your lives..a wonderful new beginning, come what may .
Whether the sun shines or not.. just be there for each other
As long the sun shines in your hearts..day in day out..or not sometimes a little rain
But rains what makes the flowers grow..along with a little sunshine..it'll make your love grow

There may be a time when you, don't understand the other
But as long as you communicate, never bury your heads in the sand
Cause that wont help you any..it wont help one or the other..
There may not be roses everyday.. there may be a thorn or two

Just throw the rose tinted glasses away.. this is reality
As long your realistic that there wont be roses all the way.
And along the way the odd storm amongst the sunshine..
But as long as you, remember that there's love in your heart..the way you love each other,

It matters not if it shines rains or storms, but what's a little storm, when your in love
When there's fire in our blood, in our minds fire in our hearts..to keep us warm  
Storms can be electrifying, as ones makes up, nothing sweeter than that
But with all the love in our hearts..it matters not if it rains or shines  

And may the good Lord bless you, with a love that's rare
That you love and understand each other..like no other
At the end of the day, never retire with cross words on your mind in your heart
Just say I love you my darling..with all my love.. my heart ..  
     
                                            By Connie James.

Happy Birthday Divash.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday my dear Divash ..happy birthday to youu :-)

Its your birthday today you birthday boy !!
So put those books downs and smile
Do anything you want to celebrate,
The day of your birth a few moons ago.. as you wake up.
Have some mango juice the nectar of the Gods,
You can add a touch of that sparkling wine, champers says I
Papa made you have it with milk, for the calcium I suppose
Those teeth and that beautiful smile. can enchant a she-devil & mesmerise
The birds from the trees with that sparkling smile.of his
You can have champers, you know, you can have a glass or two.
The whole bottle won't do, or you'll go cross-eyed, cock-eyed infinitely so.
Yah a touch of champers will do nicely., even add a touch of mango juice, yum
It's not everyday one turns 25..but today it's your day you're allowed.
A bird or two but without wings, but keep your eyes open wide
Otherwise, you'll miss the chance as she walks by in a blink of an eye
To celebrate in style with a romp in the hay or what not
For all work and no play makes Divash a dull boy
Take great care the chandeliers are firmly attached,
As you swing  like "Tarzan" with Jane on your back
Take good care don't chase too hard,
Or it might be you that gets caught,
Whether you want to or not.
At the end of the day when its all over and done
And you replete lying in the sun,
With all the fun and the birds flown away.
Remember I did mention wingless birds, "birds without wings,"
But what the hell who cares anyway.
Like a good peacock chasing the birds away ha hah oh what's a boy to-do.
That dry humour so much fun, it's most welcoming in one
It'll take you a long way, come what may,
Rest that brain at least for the day
Then get back to those books, for another 364 days
Excluding weekends and bank holidays, one must play sometime.
So happy birthday you lovely, lovely young man..
Have a wonderful day... Chin chin Divash  :-) Have one on me.

                                     By Connie James
       

Gone AWOL

Ohh noo ! It seems the boy's gone AWOL, pick up sticks and gone
Oh, what's a girl to do, who will she bait tease or what have you
If the boy just picked up sticks and went.
He couldn't have liked what I said when I asked why do they call you Doc.
Are you a doc or one of those that I call quack..
Have you empathy for your patients or not.
That must have hit a soft spot, to be called a quack, a lot of them are, you know!
But that's what I call Dr's whether their quacks or not
Nothing to do with little brother, yet again baiting him
When I said he was just jealous..as he was being beastly to him
Now that he's gone, what's a girl to do!!
If he's going to take umbrage at my language..it was not meant that way.
I do not beat around the bush, I'll miss the boy I know
No one else to glance to admire, that wonderful wrack of his
Even without the six pack, he had brains you see,
And its never what one looks like, 
It's what one has within, their hearts their souls
Each one of us are, unique, thank goodness I'd say,
For you'd not want two of me anyway.
Now am left with this brain of mine, that doesn't know when to quit
Need to see the quack, see if there's a cure for it 
Or can one, be treated for imbecility
Ohh what is a girl to do, as one's bereft sad, that the boy decided to go!
Gone. Without even a goodbye..have a good life,
Don't forget to keep that wrack in good form. 

Well well, are we feeling better..is the tantrum over and gone
It's nice to see you back, I missed you don't you know 
So life goes on whether I bait him or not..
The boy with the beautiful wrack .
Says she with a smile... 

                               By Connie James..   

Obsessive Obsession.

Oh my..the sky's are looking just like my soul
the rumblings that thunder just like the thunder in my heart
my soul's feeling anguished at this precise moment, not matter how I try propping myself  up
For he cares not what I feel within, for it's all or nothing it seems to me

I try and sleep when the night is through, and by morn am still thinking of you
I count on my fingers the difference in time between you and I.
if I wake up at eight it's twelve your way, your half through your day,
I never able to catch with you as your going further and further from me,                                                                                                                                                  
But today there's tears pouring from the sky and my eyes
That we're so far apart much further than before, what's changed why have you gone away from me
Am sitting here waiting for a word from you,  but you sit behind your window ignoring
Just ignoring me, but you're in my mind continuously,  like an obsessive obsession taking hold of me,

Once you said that you made me as I am, you can do whatever with me
Am in this predicament because of you, because you made me feel damn you
You should have left me in the limbo where I was, was much happier without this pain in my heart
Ignorance was bliss I knew not any better until you showed up turning my life inside out

Your right there, you made me the way I am now, I knew not such feelings existed I was dead within
or knew not any better.The highs and lows I've been through just because of you
never imagining that one could go so high, then crashing down so low
Why won't you answer me when I ask of you, my minds in turmoil never getting an answer

even when I do what you want me to do, writing words you want to hear, or what have you
but you ignore my words disdainfully, acknowledging not whether you liked it or not
playing havoc with my mind, playing naffing psychological games with me seeing if, you can break me.
you should have left me in the fog that was my world, with dead feelings that were within

but you made me use my mind, my imagination, running wild without frontiers what's so ever.. in my mind
I was in no man's land with my imaginings, but then it was getting too much for you
unable to control the feelings inside of me, just like a child wanting that toy, nothing else would do
oh, what was I to do, as I could not curtail those feelings so true, so pure or not

but I was this wild thing with love in my heart, I warned you I was growing uncontrollably
Trying to put the brakes rein me in, but you said you liked it that way,
Now I feel I must keep my distance from you, you're driving me bonkers with this need for your words
know not or care not to control these feelings inside of me, just like a teenager growing uncontrollably

I suppose never grew up not really if inside of me this need to hear that one's loved
time and time again pushing the frontiers more and more, leading her on..seeing what she'll do
so okay professor you've achieved your goal, she would follow you to the ends of the world
and more; but now we're at an impasse unable to continue, as things are now.

am always asking where are you, as you sit behind your window pane pretending you do not see
you were away such a long time, a long time from me, would like to know the reason "why."
I knew this would not last long, but it would last as long as it would, but now that the shit hits the fan
am left with the agony that you were just playing with me.

                                                  By Connie James

What Is Love

Love's just a word that's used much to much
To justify one's feelings, whether it's reciprocated or not
This inexplicable madness that gets in one's blood
Contradictory or not, that obsession that one thinks it's love

Can not be changed reasonably, it destroys one's well, being one's soul
The ambiguity of being in love, taking one's pride away
The illusion that one feels loved, the ambivalence of one's acts
In changing what's in one's heart, it's neither here or there

As they take your reasoning your mind, your heart
Like a  Boa Constrictor ominously constricting ones breath away.
I know not much about love, the fatality of love your destiny, or not
Never having to fight for love in any way, lucky I guess..I've never felt love like this

That wish, the ambiguity of that wish, reasonably or not one's mind does not reason with it
When love comes into your life, early later or not.. unsure how to deal with it
It's ridiculous its irresponsible its absurd, whether it's conscientious or not
It's irreparable that one's feelings run's so deeply, mysteriously little by little

Taking the best or the worst of me..that one just gives getting nothing in return, it's selfish
Love brings great sorrow, sometimes ecstasy, the ecstasy, of being in love blinkered by love
Seeing not the destruction of forbidden love..the ambiguity..one knows not the reason
Why one loves there's no reasoning with love, it's in one's mind one's heart ones soul,

One loves simply because one does, Its in your whole being, it's in  the core of you
A soul that does not think, it does not reason with one's mind it's incomprehensible
The ambiguousness that one goes through life zombie, like when one says and does
Certain things that are not the norm, in many ways

But one goes bumbling through life, whether one wants to or not, fall in love
Or lust one may say..But with a head that thinks not, the impediments in its way
As tears flow's or not;  unconsciously they flow annoyingly away
As if the flood, gates opens ominously, without controlling it no way

Psychologically one gets bombarded, with words of love verses of poetry
Enough's enough it send ones barking mad, with this obsession that's called love, ambiguously
The ambivalence whether its love lust or not, you can't have it both ways
To drink from the spring of youth, the spring where I was born; many a day away.

                                                By Connie James    
                  


  

Tears In Our World

Good morning world
This morning tears are falling from my firmament
its as if He is carrying a heavy load the one that you may, call your God
The sky's gone so grey, the colour that I abhor
It leaves my spirits dragging in the mire of what He most abhors
The indignity of life that in places are so cheap,
No one seems to care, for the neighbour, for the man for that child
that carries the brunt for the horrors of our world, that's gone mad
hungry for power over all, meanwhile destroying our world..
as its going on in the far East, the Palestinians the Israelites, poor poor show
The pics that I've seen, it makes ones hearts sore, to see the suffering
of all those innocents, their tears are like the tears falling from heaven
without a tomorrow their souls dragging down
To satisfy those bastards, when all is said and done,
in the name of religion, for crying out load..who needs a religion anyhow
if this is all they can do, murdering all and sundry,in the name of religion.
It hurts to see the visions that one does.. our world fighting for supremacy,
they should be put in a room together, and knock their heads together
until sense, they can see..meanwhile tears are falling
from every orifice of our world, because those greedy silly buggers
are killing our word, without any refrain, from the ones that can,
save our world from this misery..their tears would fill an ocean.
Perhaps that's why,our oceans are rising, probably its their tears
overflowing the rivers the oceans, and He has given up on us humans
that all they do.. is fight for power, for supremacy.
Why cant they just live and let live, wouldn't they be far easy'er for all and sundry.

Have a good day those that can, but think of those that can't.

                                             

                                                         Connie James. 

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