Mystery

I'm like a hollow tree,
Just structure strapped to emptiness.
Gnarled by time and grief and lust,
Engraved with fleeting notes of love.

Once I was a vibrant thing,
All life and dreams and wonderings.
But now the world has raked my core,
And left a shell and nothing more.

Through days I stand and listen,
For the coming of the dark.
And long for smiles and tenderness,
The beat of someone's heart.

So close I was time and again,
To catching something pure.
Love remains a mystery,
A mystery and nothing more.

Namesakes

I'm basically tidying up and re-editing all six episodes of Dysfunctional at the moment but also sending out questionnaires and loosely plotting episodes for my next sitcom venture 'Namesakes'. It centres around 6 characters that all have a famous namesake; George Bush, Ann Robinson, Michael Jackson etc who get together once a week at a help group for people finding life hard dealing with having a famous name.

If you know any who has a famous namesake, and wouldn't mind answering a few questions then get in touch. You can comment here, facebook, twitter etc or email me. Any and all information gratefully received. Got quite a mixed bag so far. Insightful, interesting and funny. More weird than I had expected too.

Er. That's it. I fear that too much blogging will set an unobtainable precedent. Bye x