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Well…

Well my friends, I promised some time ago ( “2014 Darwin”! shouted someone from the back ) that it had been too long and I should write more.

 

The sad fact is that I have had less time than the life expectancy of a house fly to do anything between my work…shudder…and my home life.

Although it has to be said what I have lacked in print I have made up for with time well spent.

Saying that what you read below was written a few weeks ago. It is only today that I can post it. Mainly because of what happened and i also managed to speak with some friends who allowed me to talk about what was on my mind. 

To be fair they didn’t get a choice. 

But thank you both and a merry Christmas to all. 

So…something happened today that has compelled me to write this short post.

I lost a good friend under difficult circumstances, they didn’t leave this world but they have been lost from my day to day life.

This is the kind of friend who begins as not an enemy but simply someone you clash with over certain issues and topics, we used to bicker and moan about each other to our co-workers and management on a weekly if not daily basis, at one point i was being investigated for professional discrepancies because of an incident with this person.

but…over the months and years that passed from that time we built a strong relationship based on trust and the need to serve our country in the only way we knew.

working with them became a joy, every time we were put together it felt right, even in the worst situations we made the best of it because of our friendship.

We could go to each other with problems, most situations resolved with a joke and “man up”…except in the worst cases, where the fairer sex are involved and then it was dealt in a compassionate and confidential way.

So anyway…My friend will always be in my head and heart.

We will remember them fondly and talk about their moments and share stories of their triumphs.

I will miss you my friend, you’ll always be close but not close enough.

That said, i wrote what you see above yesterday…

Well it didn’t take him long to come back for a chat, he met with people who would support him to the bitter end, i include myself obviously!

And then as he left for what will be the final time (hopefully not!), he thrust a small box in to my hand before hugging me, i looked down in to the palm of my hand to find a small box wrapped in Christmas paper…i must say it was clearly wrapped by him because he used more tape than a catwalk model does to strap in her…ahem…

Anyway…he told me to keep it safe as it will come in handy, i laughed and told him that i had nothing to give him in return.

“Your support” he said, that was my gift to him.

I held back the tears as all of us rugged types do and with that like Kaiser Soze *poof* he was gone.

When he had driven away as my friends and i waved with happy memories i clutched the small box in my hand.

One of my friends said “Where am i going to get my dits (Stories) from now?”

I responded quickly “Like we won’t hear about his escapades” with a wry look.

So to the future.

For my friend it’s a dark place, clouds loom ahead but in the distance…look…the horizon is bright with possibilities.

He has a “very particular set of skills” to quote Liam Neeson.

A master tradesman with very strong hands, or so i am told.

As for me i will soldier on regardless, we will find a new friend, not to replace him but to remind us how great he is, saying that the new guy better be good…

But finally, the small box, i cant say exactly what was inside but when i unwrapped the well taped paper (pain in the backside) and removed the outer box, a golden object shone in the dim winter light, I smiled to myself and declared i would use it and cherish the gift until long after the shine has gone.

I can’t promise poems and prose but know that my heart sings love and words fill my mind with wonder and light…whatever that means.

Until the dawn my friends.

Yours,

Mr Darwin Blake.

The Almost Famous Author.

© Mr Darwin Blake 2016

 

 

It’s been too long…

So…

I wanted to write a witty poem or something.

Mainly because I sit here now, the night wrapped around me like a shroud of darkness, only the street lights peeking in through my blinds and cars rushing past streets away…and I can’t.

I have no witty words or charming prose today.

You see…its someone very specials birthday today and that someone writes beautiful poetry and the most delicious words that this humble wordsmith has had the pleasure of reading…and buying.

And reading again…and again.

I may need a lie down at this point.

…Many minutes later…

Anyway.

I really couldn’t do it.

He said as a smile so wicked and wide rushed across his face and his eyes burned with a smouldering desire.
He may have rubbed his slightly stubbly chin in glee…or something.
Just for effect.
Then said “Muhahahaha”.
Maybe.

All I can feel is the roar.
I close my eyes and the darkness gives way to a fire so bright that the stars themselves dwindle and burn out in embarrassment. 
My words fall through my fingers like they are water and all I am left with is desire.
Though my friends.
There is nothing wrong with desire.
There’s nothing wrong with that at all…
I can taste it.
Want it.
I see the hunger.
The burn.
The need.
I see it all.
I see shimmering light and and shadows.
I can hear the sounds of pleasure.
The gasps of surprises and shocks.
The light.
The dark.
The moment.
The shower.
The white smooth walls.
Cold at first.
Water bouncing off every surface.
Flesh or otherwise.
Figures dancing as one.
Water running.
Raining down.
Cascading, falling…to the ground.
I see the pleasure.
Feel the burn.
Taste the raindrops of your love.
Do the things your body needs.
Slide behind and underneath.
One my knees and looking up.
Taste your flesh and feel that rush.
Pressing flesh and gripping hard.
Control is lost within my arms.
The fight is hard, the night is long.
Time holds its breath as we both do.
The moment passes.
Fresh time flows through.
Fingers pressed on mirrored glass.
Basin clutched and taps grasped.
Stop. You beg.
Like fuck I will.
You know this gives me such a thrill.
This feeling grows inside my soul.
Bringing with it so much more.
Sending shuddering desires.
Electric shocks of pure delight.
Gasping as your body rocks.
Gripping tightly.
Holding now.
Finger tips and soft caress.
Pull me near and leave your mark.
Steal from me one last kiss. 
Bite my lip and don’t let go.
For here no one will ever know.
Lift you up in my arms and take you once again.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2014

Hello Friends.

Good morning and happy Monday to you all.
I just thought I should pop in and say hi…that really it.
My Muse and I are enjoying life and each other.
Work is a mild annoyance as always but needs must.
Don’t think for a second that I am never coming back…I just haven’t thought of anything interesting to say.

I miss and love you all.

Darwin.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2013

Come…

Come…she said.
Come to me.
She banished all fear and shame.
Held me close and did not judge.
Ever.
She who…she who released my heart.
She has made my life.
Complete.
She has bought me joy.
Joy…joy I’ve never felt.
Such happiness should be saved for one day.
Not every day.
Not each moment.
I don’t know how my heart copes.
Being full of the joy she brings.
My heart swells at the thought.
Every time I close my eyes.
She is there.
Smiling.
Waving.
Calling me…wanting me.
And for that reason alone.
She is my muse.
My life and my love.
So…on this Valentines day.
My love.
My muse.
I am yours.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2014

Burning.

My soul.
My heart.
My deepest fear.
Is burning through my heart.
It strains against my flesh.
Searing at my life.
Destroying every inch of me.
From deep within to out.
Killing all my memories.
My mind it is without.
Slowly burning up my life.
My spark is going out.
This is how it feels sometimes.
Just how my life is.
Fear and fright.
Desperate pleas.
It really isn’t right.
And so I put my head on straight.
Bowtie slips no more.
Clean and cut.
Dashing smile.
Showman here once more.
Come on life.
Bring your worst.
For I am Darwin Blake!

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2014

Desolate.

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My tattered life, those words so cold.
I sit alone…among the embers of what used to be.
Images burning in my mind.
Like snapshots of my life.
Smiles and laughter.
Those precious moments.
But still she laughs.
Not behind my back.
Oh no.
She laughs in my face.
Every day.
She laughs so hard.
A rapturous, manic sound.
And deep within I hear her cry out.
Deep down under the facade and laughter.
Far below the painted surface of her fixed smile.
Is a heart that wishes things had be otherwise.
Wishing things had not ended so.
You see…she laughs a lie.
She hides her love behind her laugh.
Tears roll down her face now.
Not the funny weep of laughing.
No, the big rolling tears of sadness.
She has laughed so long now.
Laughed until she is hoarse.
Until the air turns dry in her throat and it burns.
But still she laughs.
Still she breaks my heart.
Because she knows no other way.
It’s just not meant to be.
Why?
Because it simply is.
What else can I do?
If I thought it would help, I’d beg.
My teeth would grind and my nails would dig in to my palms until I bled.
The blood that pumps from my hear for her to see.
And I’d gladly bleed for her.
So it makes her smile once more.
If the smile was for me.
That sweet girl with those beautiful eyes.
So full of kindness and love.
But…she’s gone.
Its the only way.
The only way she knows.
And now my tattered life slowly builds again.
Her laugh may hurt but my walls stand strong.
They have to.
To help my tattered heart.
It heals slowly.
Because the wounds are deep and the laughter cuts like steel.
But my tattered heart will mend.
One day I will stand tall.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2013

Stairway to Heaven.

My eyes they slowly trace the line.
Upward, skywards, so divine.
Fingers skip along your leg.
To that place between.
Where the warmth does lie.
Pulses race across your flesh.
Breath it quickens.
Gathers pace.
Teasing with my soul and flesh.
Lace against my finger tips.
Tiny black bow ties.
Make my fingers want to dance.
Quick not slower.
But not a race.
Use my lips and tongue tip well.
Biting gently, little nips.
What’s that my sweet?
Speak it loud.
Scream and shout.
Purr for me.
As my fingers dance.
But it seems.
That’s not enough.
Fingers grip my curls.
Drag my head from where it sits.
And press it to your lips.
Wrap your thighs around my head.
Pull me, press me, grind against.
On this stairway.
Your body begs to dance.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2013

A Thankyou.

So…good evening my friends.
What a month I’ve had.
Work has been…demanding.
And I have taken on even more responsibility and liability.
Such fun.
But a couple of weeks ago I was asked to write a poem.
Which I did and it was posted today on http://debradml.com/ by the lovely @DebraDML
A wonderful lady indeed.
Now…I only had the opportunity to read a select few poems from the collection.
And this evening I read them all.
A truly diverse and stunning collection of prose.
I am so very impressed with the list I am humbled to be within.
My friend Mr PJ Bayliss has as always outdone himself and well…what can I say about Angel?
Simply wonderful.
But most of all I would like to request that you all do the same and go to the website.

http://debradml.com/

I for one can not wait for the next challenge.

Thank you for reading.

DB

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2013