sir james saville HRH andrew battenburg/windsor sir
Larry parnes sir cliff richard lord boothby ronnie kray reggie kray jeffery epstein gisellaine maxwell anthony
kidman kevin spacy peter sutcliffe sir bob hawke
louie mountbatten richard nixon billy graham henry kissinger queen elizabeth 2
All different people at top levels who didn't really know
each other.? Or mix in the same circles, or were on the
Same upward pay grade so intruiging and thought provoking.?
Obviously the battenburg/windsors and louie mountbatten
Also the krays knew lord boothby and maybe others?
Would they have similar leisure intrests i know a lot of
Well heeled people do wimbledon.' So would that be meeting
Also functions, like state funerals, world cups would such
People go.?
Was it worth it fecking Sinjin Hawke
When you could’ve been with Stringfellow?
But the lure of drugs in the Golden triangle
So much better and a guy with an edge
I know I need to keep living
while I wait for you to come home
But I don't know how to tell my heart to stop hurting
since you're the reason it keeps beating on
My days are empty, my eyes full of tears
but the sound of your voice
and the promise of your smile
make it all disappear
You're the other half of my soul
the light that shows me the way
You're my yesterday and my tomorrow
The Angel that keeps me safe...
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(This was my first poem, that I wrote for my friend / author Sloane Kennedy - as a love song from Revay to her husband Hawke (mc's from her book) - It's part of her book Retribution)
May/2016
Sunlight broke the shades began to fade
the crimson pinks and yellows showed the way
as daylight showed the wayward path to go
Mark the purple turtle headed home
Across the fields of clover did he roam
beside the banks of daffodills in bloom
He crossed the mighty river
ran down the muddy banks
but then from out of nowhere
a hawke came down to prey
Mark was always quick with wit
he knew that he was beaten
The hawke was much to fast
he knew he would be eaten
He had to think but fast
Mr hawke I know I'm beaten
Please grant me my request
please sing this song I've written
before you start your feast
The hawke thought yes he's beaten
I'll grant him his request
he sang the song twas written
with heart felt singing breast
but then the noise he's making
brought other forest beasts
and Mark the purple turtle
escaped in this melee
Next time when you are beaten
Remember Mark my friend
and use your brains for thinking
they are your biggest friend
The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by a song birds trill.
As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle, with the morning breeze.
Cotton ball clouds skip across the sky,
while a hawke circles, searching on high.
Each, and every dawn is quite unique,
when nature awakes, and starts to speak
Circleing lazily in the sky,
searching the earth with her eagle eye.
Sensing danger the rabbit lies prone,
towards the earth, the hawke drops like a stone.
Up, and running for all he is worth,
the rabbit heads for his hole in mother earth.
With one gigantic smack,talons tear into the rabbits back.
After gorging her self with all she can eat,
the hawke takes off in the suns heat.
for back to the nest she must fly,
to feed the young or else they will die.
A life has ended, as life begins,
for this is natures way of doing things.
Tango.
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