I had about 30 years of hard graft and succeeded often. Then the next 20 were fun but some ups and some downs, the last 10 have been a continuous downward spiral, but a belief in a goal that I'm still chasing. Constantly knocked down financially but surviving, by the skin of my teeth. But the successes in that ten years are the 9 novels, hundreds of articles and poems on here. They are just not returning the investment yet, but that is what they are, my investment in my future successes.

I get knocked down and keep fighting. I do feel sad for those around me who are affected by the failures, but I always believe that the ultimate success will take them and me higher than they could ever have dreamt.

💪😎👍 Good article thanks.

I come awake but you’re not there
I feel around seeking your touch
But cannot despair
Those memories of old come flooding
The playful mornings
Roused by your mouth seeking
Your pleasure, your power
You rule over me at this happy hour

Semiconscious and dreamy
Alerted and steamy
He rises, fully stretching
You delight in the fetching
Of him to your bidding.
As eyes open wider
Revealing your pleasure
In taking me higher
You ride
You plunder
All is asunder

Until you get your response

The male hormonic
Rapture harmonic
Machismo dictates
And strength overtakes
The feminine wiles
Forces you back to delight,
in submission,
It is…

Oh that is so true, especially here in the UK where most of the governing party is from one narrow class and school.

Yet the people still fall for it.

I got shouted down for even suggesting it, but that comes from those comfortable middle classes who see that as envy on my part, whereas I just see the unfairness.

Putin's hands are everywhere at the moment. He has realised the use of capital to entice politicians for their campaigns by proxy and has almost certainly bought the UK Conservative Party. Funding of various members of parliament and local parties all have Russian contacts and influence. The whole Brexit saga was engineered by data manipulation by characters with Russian contacts.

We are all at risk in the west.

The Moon and the stars,
While out in our cars
Late at night, driving fast
Driving north
The glass roof on show
And all-around panorama
Shows the moon and stars
In abundance.

As further out into the night
We head at breakneck speed
The music loud and proud
It had to be electronic sounds
They go with the outer space
As further on we race.

My mind gets flashbacks
To those days of hash tracks,
The reverberations of my years
Flow fast and furiously
By in the night sky.

Tangerine Dreams,
Tonto’s expanding
In our heads,
Trevor’s silver Porsche,
Pink Floyd’s echoes,
Jean Michel’s
Or Van…

Cool, keep it up.

My last lover was just coming up to 50 and was the ultimate best lover sexually in my whole life. Other circumstances have kept us apart, but she is still in my heart, and give me half a chance, money, the ability to travel again, and no virus in her country, I'd be there tomorrow.

Life just sometimes kicks us in the proverbial, but we have to survive, so move on. If ever you are my way give me a shout, ha ha. We're obviously on the same wavelength, cerebrally I mean.

What a great read. I followed your case from the UK and was always concerned at the usual salacious stuff from the press. It was quite obvious from afar that you were a victim of police bias, being a foreigner made you weird to them, especially as cultural differences would make you appear that way. The problem is always that the public believe that once charged you are guilty and not innocent until proven so. People believe the police can do no wrong, no smoke without fire etc. …