Hello old friend :o)

I am glad you are reading me again although I have no idea where the urge to write poetry, let alone the urge to read it, comes from. The only reason I find it hard to read other peoples poems/stories/creations is that they will either be better than I ever could do or not be worth the time.

Black and white I know, the Othello of games-players and not Shakespeare.

So how are you today? I wonder if the love you need has been cleansed, I really hope so. You deserve happiness and I know that, deep within, your heart could yet find its purpose. Einstein was not just a patent-clerk, we are not defined by the jobs we are forced to hold.

You scream at the screen. Step back for a second and remember that we never met or can ever meet and yet I know U. The vowel with the happiest smile and the most complex of issues. 

By the odds you are either an American or Canadian. I truly adore both nations (I am a post-graduate in history and know they are my "Britain", but with the trash removed) Never forget to hold your family even when in a rush...Britain did and you threw us out :oP

Thank you for your time today. I remain.....

Citadel (a structure that harms none who choose not to attack it)
