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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

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

Protect your breasts!

So…

Actually no.

Good morning friends.
Its been a while since I’ve done one of these so please be gentle.
Well…only a little.

So…lol.

I can’t help it.

So…being the busy boy that I am I have found it increasing difficult to access my account on a daily basis.
By which I mean Twitter.
So when I checked my time line last night I found two tweets in my connection tab regarding to breasts.
And then I was scanning the time line and found something I have not seen in a long time…Mrs Magnets…almost exposed beautiful breasts.
So I knew this was important to read and pass on!
The girls don’t come out for nothing you know!

So I went back to the link and waited for the tiny blue bar to load…

I found this.

http://www.voiceoferotica.com/2013/09/protect-your-breasts-lisa-fulham/

It is something close to my heart.
Friends and family both online and in real life have been exposed in one way or another to breast cancer.
It is something that will touch all our lives.

It causes so much pain and sadness.
Slowly the world’s scientists are coming to treat this terrible and traumatic cancer more effectively.
I have a beautiful friend who has been victim of this and her life changed forever.
And more recently…well…she knows who she is ♥

So my lady friends.

Take heed!

Check yourself please.

Read Lisa’s blog post.

Search for #protectyourbreasts on twitter and join in!

Anyone involved is doing a great job at raising awareness and I say thank you to you all.

Check yourself.

Ask a friend to check for you!

Or your partner.

Do anything!

But please don’t go unchecked.

I will be back for the boys in Movember…on that note…a coworker asked if Movember was in honour of Mo Farrahs achievements.

I sighed.

We had the chat.

Ladies please.
Read Lisa’s post.
And check yourself.

The Almost Famous Author.

Mr Darwin Blake.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2013

Hours.

Moon and stars.
Darling I could sit for hours.
Holding tightly to your hand.
Knowing that you’re mine.
Never let me go I plea.
Let the stars collided.
Hold me tight for all time.
You’ll always have my heart.
Years go by and sands they shift.
Seconds drain and time slides past.
It’s an eternity for me.
A wondrous way to watch.
Smiling as the seconds tick.
Hands will always move.
Knowing that our love.
Our love will always last.
Friends and family.
Kin and folk.
Will know just how it feels.
When they see our memories.
When our tale is told.
A smile…a shower…a flourished life.
There is more to behold.
I’ll keep our hours safe my love.
In my heart they’ll hold.

Copyright Mr Darwin Blake 2014

#TeamShark

Good Morning!

My friends, I recently became aware of a truly deserving charity and an event that has basically blown my mind!

My lovely friend Mrs Katie Magnet and several others are going to swim with sharks to help aid those who are affected by domestic abuse.

You can find loads of info about this worthy cause on Twitter and FaceBook by searching #TeamShark and Team Shark respectivly.

I can not believe the bravery of these special people and the courage they have is beyond anything I have seen, mainly because I would do a wee in my shorts and run the other way…

It is a truly speical cause for those who have been caught up the victims of domestic abuse.

So please give generously and make sure you say hi to @KatieMagnet on Twitter as she is a wonderful and brave woman who I consider one of the most inspiring people i have ever met.

You can donate and find out more here…

https://www.justgiving.com/TeamShark/

 

Many thanks.

 

Mr Darwin Blake

 

Temptation Bites.

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A Siren. A Past Enemy. A Decision between Lust & Love.

Life is as hectic as it gets when it comes to Kristina Florez. Being a flirtatious Siren and university student is a busy schedule to keep up with. Not to mention that grief and death stalks her at every corner. Things are finally looking up after the one year anniversary of her adoptive parents’ gruesome death. That is until she meets mysterious and beautiful Mississippi boy Chase Talbot. He quickly turns her world upside down with a spiral of hot encounters and frightening experiences. Little does she know he’s hiding a deadly secret just as dark as her own . . . Perhaps even more fearsome.

 

Threats from a face from the past that constantly haunts her begin to surface, sending Kristina into overdrive with the need to protect her family, friends and most of all, Stefan Mystique. The man she has treasured since they met twelve years ago. The night her real parents died. The one Siren she always could depend upon for unconditional adoration and security. Until now.

 

Tension is running high but her daily life as the famous orphan must go on. Everything will be tested. Even if she turns in her reckless lifestyle for the greater good, that badass personality and strength is what she’ll need when she’s driven to the point of no return. She is left with one question to answer: Lust or Love?

Tammy-Louise Wilkins
Author of My Intimate Poetry and Upcoming YA Mature/NA Novel Temptation Bites.