Dear Kitty it is indeed painful to be let down by those whom we form bonds with. Don't know whether this will help but Shakespear wrote; 'to thine own self be true....' I find these words of strength, cause as long as you listen to your inner voice you become empowered somewhat xxx your poem.... a sad one, spoke your mind clear and true x

I'm slowly fading drop by drop that gets guzzled up upon the clock the clocks not mine it's out of time but the rain keeps the pulse, of my mind sunshine faces looking all confused what is lost what's there to loose? I love these grey lost days; another breath another pause what is left? but you of course fading now yet eternity make these moments last for me and for all cause that's what we all wish another free fall poem heartfelt xxx

Dear Lana and now SurSteven aswell you put my faith into people around and around we go for this short time yet blessed are those who find peace not from the baubles or covered with satin but for those who take on the beat the drumming the cymbals the sound of a sad cry the desperate the wicked the poor come you my children come hear the sound of what has gone before injustice reins for only now cause soon we will reach for the shore xxxxx quail. this is a free fall poem.

You called my name in a dream we'd both made up the scene to get them thinking drinking sinking to colours never seen To a depth no one had been fork lighting lit up the screen I blinked and then danced I'd fallen apart I'd been unstitched at the seams To the left of centre on the edge of a knife to the centre of madness back to life and all the while the perfume of cats with their tails, held aloft, fuelled the night You called my name in a dream it was all I wanted to believe.

dear Lana, just watched and listened to Casandra quite a few times, I love it! da da da da da da , da da da da da da da. ethereal and magical and now in my head. loved the direction of the video also, fantasy meets goth. by the way my first name is Sandra xxxx so it has a special resonance for me.

Dear Lana I actually worked on the 'Free as a bird ' video, part of it was filmed in Liverpool and I come from a TV Film background! it was a magical experience and I love the end result, was I cheeky expressing the line or did you and I have karma? who knows kid. it is so good to see your face you are a beauty. I thought 'Addiction' may be a bit on the dark side but i'm so pleased you liked a bird passed through my dream it's wings echoed oh so loud, yet the comfort was one of a mission and so I stood there, quiet and proud I stood still and it slowed down to speak and my mouth opened to it's beak it suckled quite sweetly we were so completely two spirits caressed cheek to cheek but I knew it would die without water so I lifted it out from my mouth and climbed up the ladder, to order a container that I could dose the drought but so many choices confused me some too big, some too square, some too round, and I turned to my bird that lay thirsty and there it was bereft on the ground this was a real dream Lana don't ever let your own escape you. xxxxxx

Addictive mind is aching to be an addict again addictions become such a dirty word but where did love begin? Addict me to your sorrow i'm not afraid of pain for me there is no tomorrow i'm in the addicts frame Of mind I am a hero, i face the fight from within for you i'll be your saviour just whisper where to begin and begin and begin and begin

Cloud me in sweet sorrow pattern me with rain please me in the sunlight take me high again bring me down before you laugh and call the game paint pictures from the words Out There colour me into the frame keep the story simple complex in it's depth spin and weave and alter until, just clouds are left.

Oh why, when I sit on the sofa do the cushions get screwed up and worn? my mosaic tiles no longer shimmer and the wallpaper looks like it's torn The cottons come out of the lampshade is it just, a sign of repair? Then the candle wax snuffs out the wick head these little things cause me despair! The tape measure, measures only inches the second hand passes the time all of this detail never noticed before now you've left me i'm out of my mind!!

The light in the room was quite hazy the cloth on the chair was soft fur 'I remember this room' thought the young girl but who was I meant to meet here? A ladybird perched on the window the looking glass echoed the lair as the dust of a moth slowly vanished she unravelled her memories clear For there on the wall hung a picture of a forest, spun silver, gold, thread and a bird, in a tree that stood weeping, sheltered hawk like, some speckled green eggs 'Don't worry I've not come to steal them' she whispered through the pain of her grasp for these emeralds belong to the free birds and now we are free at last