From the Heart of the Ghetto: 2012

Monday, 2 July 2012

inside @the_tiddler's mind?

Papa tried it today, but I soon put him right. The blighter thought milk would be enough, honestly?
Today I decided to see how long it would take them to come and get me if I just started shouting. About fifteen minutes as it happens. I've managed it quicker in the past but it requires more effort and this morning I just couldn't be arsed. His first mistake was walking through the door. Does he not realise I require the MAMA first thing in the morning. The PAPA just will not do. His second mistake was smiling at me and saying "Hello beautiful, good morning". Who does he think he is?! I soon showed him. The tears were just the start, next came the screaming/moaning and finally the rolling around on the floor. Every now and then I would stop 'performing' to snatch a peep up at him, to see how impressed he must be with me. The bugger just stared down at me smiling, absentmindedly, scratching his tummy. "I'll show him" I thought, just you wait until breakfast...

My daughter can be a bit of a nutter

@the_tiddler

I am a dad and I have a daughter. She is awesome and I love her to bits but she can sometimes be a bit of a nutter. Why is it that even though pretty much exactly the same thing has happened to her at the same time, the same way, for each of the past 600 odd days, she still seems to forget everything, panic and get in a sweat about the simplest things?! Take this morning as an example. She knows because it has happened every single day that she will wake up before us and start shouting. Quietly at first, until after about 20 minutes it is just 'MAMA.. PAPA' as loud as her little lungs can shout. This has the desired effect of getting us up to fetch her milk. Now onto the milk. This I except has changed from mothers to goats (depending on the mood of the mother, I wonder if they might taste quite similar?!) She must know that after milk comes the breakfast of 'bix' the same thing she has eaten and loved for many of her little days. Why then did she almost look surprised when I placed the bowl in front of her this morning and promptly reject it? She always gets what she wants/needs. Always gets breakfast and always gets dressed. Food = not hungry, Clothes = not cold, Papa = plenty of hugs. So why sometimes kick up such a fuss?

Answers on a postcard...

Sunday, 3 June 2012

All I require is your bank account and sort code?!

SPAMMER TO ME:

Ms Susan Nkoyo susan.nkoyo@gmail.com via hawk.eukhost.com

27/07/2007

Dearest one.

I am miss Susan Nkoyo from ivory coast and i am contacting you because i need your help in the management of the money my father left behind before he died. The money is USD$ 5.7m and the money is lodged in a security company here in Abidjan Ivory coast.

My father used to be a very rich cocoa farmer when he was alive, he was later murdered by one of his business colleagues and now they want to get hold of his properties they have succeeded in taking taking all his landed properties and now they are after his money all i want you to help me stand as my guardian and as my appointed beneficiary to receive the money in your country since i am only a girl and 21 yrs of age and without a mother or a father so you i am helpless, i can only seek help from a foreign country because if i do it in my country they might know.

Please i will like you to reply me so that i will tell you more about this,we need to be fast so that this money will be transferred to your account, and also get me papers to come down to your country to continue my education there.

I am waiting for your urgent reply and i will give you a call provided you give me your phone number, and also send you a couple of my pictures if it is necessary.

I am hoping to hear from you quick.

God bless you as you wiah to help me.

Miss Susan Nkoyo

ME TO SPAMMER:

Ian Boyd boydicuss@googlemail.com

06/08/2007

to susan.nkoyo

Dear Susan, I'm sorry that you are in trouble and ordinarily I would love to help you but at the moment I have a problem with my bank account. I have recently discovered that a small squirrel has become stuck in the large door to my account and it is stuck in such a way that if I try to open the account the squirrel will be killed. I'm afraid I can't do that because I really like squirrels. I have got a man from the RSPCA working on freeing the squirrel as we speak, so hopefully it won't be trapped much longer. Good luck with your evil uncle, or whatever it was.... and actually as we are on the subject of bank accounts, because I have the small matter of the squirrel to deal with I have no money either, I was wondering if you could lend me some money until the animal is free? All I require is your bank account and sort code?

United By Place

When the time for me has come

Do not worry or suffer some

The time is not for pain or tears

But joyful memories throughout the years

Now even though my bodies gone

I’ll speak to you through favourite songs

For I remain in heart and mind

The peel of laughter, the sun that shines

The stranger’s words, the bird that sings

My spirit lives through everything

To live your life as once we did

Forget me not is all I bid

Continue with your hopes and dreams

I’ll guide you through life’s many themes

Our time will come, together we’ll be

United by place, immortal and free

You are the weakest link, your're fired!

SPAMMER TO ME:
-----Original Message-----
From: jpuras@edu.xunta.es [mailto:jpuras@edu.xunta.es]
Sent: 05 February 2012 16:00
Subject: ****SPAM**** MONEY TRANSFER REFERENCE:1110-0011

My working partner in relationship with
HSBC London has concluded that our working
partner has helped us to send you first payment of £5,000 Pounds to
you as instructed by Mr David Cameroon and will
keep sending you £5,000 twice a week until
the payment of (£820,000 ) is completed
within Eight months and here is the information
MONEY TRANSFER REFERENCE:1110-0011
SENDER'S NAME: Mike Marx
AMOUNT: £5,000
To track your funds forward money gram
Transfer agent Mr Allan Davis
Your Name.____
Phone .____
Contact Allan Davis for the funds clearance
certificate neccessary for the release of your funds
E-mail:mrallan_davis1@yahoo.co.jp
D/L: Tel:+447024070319

Best Regards,
Mr Allan Davis

ME TO SPAMMER:

Ian Boyd

8 Feb

to jpuras

Dear Allun,

I would love lots of money, what with this recession really kicking in and the cost of living increasing, thank you for selecting me. However I looked up this Mr David Cameroon fella on facebook and to be honest I don't like the look of him, I'm not sure he's trustworthy... he still has schoolboy hair and his podgy face sweats too much for my liking!

With this in mind, I would like to do business with you but I need some further reassurances on your intentions and trustworthiness. If you can send me a photo of a polar bear drinking a mango milkshake, while standing on a surf board, balancing on one leg, whilst flipping the bird, I will know you are a decent person and would be happy to talk more.

If you cannot then I'm afraid the deal is off and in the words of my favourite made up TV presenter Lord Ann Robinson "You are the weakest link, your're fired!"

Yours Truly

Porky Pig

Who doesn't like Jellybeans?

SPAMMER TO ME:

Good Day,

I have a business proposal of USD $8,500,000.00 only for you to transact
with me from my bank to your country. All confirmable documents to back
up the claims will be made available to you prior to your acceptance. Reply
if you are interested so that we can commence the transation which will
take less than 5 days.

Best Regards,
Mr. Rolando Biscocho Castillo.
Investment consultant,
UBS Investment Bank, Philippines.

ME TO SPAMMER:

Good Morning Rolando,

I have always wanted to transact millions of dollars with someone I've never met on email. In fact that was my new year's resolution for 2012! And as it happens I have just finished completing my confirmable documents, however I would need for you to confirm that you are able to spell confirm properly before I would be able to send them out. Say it slowly after me: C-O-N-F-I-R-M.... not too hard I hope?

In fact, I'm not sure that is even a real word... but kudos for trying, I get you point.

I've had a better idea, I'm rather concerned with the state of the Euro right now and worry what future effects this may have on traditional currencies like the Pound or Dollar and have come with a better idea, a way to take the risk out of the deal for both of us. If you could send me the $8.5million in Jelly Beans I think that would be better. Who doesn't like Jelly Beans? Even if the euro was to fail, I can guarantee people will still see value in sweeties, I reckon they would become better than the new currency.

I know a bloke down the road who sells Jelly Beans for 1p each. By my calculations this means you should start making arrangements for sending me 537,546,231 individual Jelly Beans. I hope you have a strong bag or a car with a large boot?

If you can CONFIRM with me that this deal is accepted then we can proceed.

Yours

Horatio Nelson

This might just be your lucky day Ted!

SPAMMER TO ME:

From: Ted Lawrence [mailto:telawrence215@yahoo.com.hk]
Sent: 09 November 2011 11:56
Subject: Let Us Invest With You. Reply Needed

Greetings,
I wish to invest with you, I have $65 Million US dollars that I want to move out secretly for investment purpose in your country but I need a good partner I can trust. This fund is legal.
The owner is late Japanese business man died in earthquake without any trace of relatives. But the question is can I trust you when the funds gets to you? You will take your 30% for the assistance and keep the remaining for us in a safe custody.
Ted Lawrence

ME TO SPAMMER:

16/11/2011

Oh my goodness Ted... this might just be your lucky day!!

Have you heard of a little Argentine footballer called Carlos Tevas? He's a English Premier League star striker? Well you have the good fortune to have spammed one of his close friends and advisers. You may have read in the papers that he is having a few problems with his current team Manchester City and is thinking about finding a new team. How would you feel about being his new owner? Him banging in the goals in your name?

It just so happens that the $65 million you mentioned in your below email, is exactly the amount the Carlos's buyout clauses would cost. If you hurry, we could have this deal done by Christmas.... imagine that, Santa bringing you your very own short Argentine Premier League Footballer!!! Lucky You.

All I need to get this deal moving is a photo of yourself wearing a Cape and Sombrero, smoking a fat Cuban cigar. Carlos is not just a piece of meat, he is very particular over who owns him... he needs to know you can be trusted. Apparently in Argentina, this photo is a way of singling out trustworthy from untrustworthy people. He also asks that you send him a couple of those pink barbie dolls for his daughters, they are always selling out over here, and the girls can not get enough of all that 'American Dream'.

After he receives these good will gifts, Carlos says we can set up a meeting. He wants it to be held at Disneyland Paris... he loves the rides, but if he sees Mickey, then I'm afraid the deal is off, as he fucking hates mice.

We look forward to receiving your gifts soon, then we can talk business.

Nice one Ted.

I write back to spammers

SPAM EMAIL TO ME:

On 23 February 2011 11:43, Slater, Esther <SlaterE@bouldercolorado.gov> wrote:

You have been chosen as a grant winner of 5 million pounds by the UN, Contact claims agent on email address to claim your funds Email:

MY REPLY TO SPAMMER:

Wow that is a lot of money, I feel so honoured to have been chosen!!! I don't remember entering any competition?!

I have thought about this long and hard, but perhaps you and your colleagues at the 'UN' could find it in your hearts given the on-going situation in the Middle East, Libya and Tunisia, to make this £5 million available for some of the refugees and people being shot at!? That might help them quite a lot.... make their days....give them something to be cheerful about?

What do you think?

p.s. I look forward to hearing about your generous donation on the news this evening.

An Evil Boiled Egg

My uncomfortable-ness stirs in my pants,

in my mind like a giant snake in the room

Everyone can see

jumping up and flopping down

What does this mean?

Is this what it is to be a man?

One minute soft, the next minute hard,

like an evil boiled egg

It points to the way I must follow,

my one eyed master

He whispers to me of girls

This one, that one

Content only by my death grip

I teach him a lesson until he relaxes,

satisfied only when I choke the strength out of him

He cannot be defeated,

no matter how pillows I hide behind

Operation Desert Storm

Our hourly quota of death, lies and scandal

Oh really! Another bomb, another rape, another vandal

This is getting predictable, so boring, so parse

Human nature. Why is it that we can be so nasty?

But recently though our thoughts have turned,

To a region, the enemy so traditional and old

From crusades throughout history,

To part A in ninety-one

“Now son finish the job”, What was that? Vietcong!

Look Dad! Look at me! See what I have achieved,

Thousands wounded, hundreds dead and many bereaved

A war so necessary? So bloody, so illegal

Now the excuses flow: WMD, that’s feeble

To a nation so scared, so confused, so oppressed

Dictators, religions, no wonder their stressed

Another time, another way, it might be different, if only

Enjoyed the stay, lovely tan. Lots of love Tony

My Russian Radiator

I love the way there’s freckles on your nose,

the sneaky type that retract when it snows

When sometimes spaghetti is hung on your ears,

the way your mouth shapes before there are tears

Your facial expressions, your burps and your squawks,

your lazy tongue teething sometimes when you talk

You have wrinkly hands and wrinkly feet,

I love the way your body moves with the beat

Your eyes are so special, so big and so brown,

at the moment their hidden, like the patch on your crown

I love you so much, I hurt deep down inside,

I want one day for our banns to be tied

Your legacy is burnt on my heart and my soul,

You and me together, forever is my goal

My Parents

When talking of love, it is hard to describe,

the things that you mean to me deep down inside

For you are my rocks, my pillars of love,

where else would I look but to you up above

My childhood was great, I would not change a thing,

the support and advice was under your wing

There were times, there were tears, there was trouble around,

but this was outweighed by the love all abound

I remember the stories, the songs and the walks,

The Christmas’, the birthdays, the smiles and the talks

Drop scones were a treat, away with the fears,

as we grow older, we remember the years

My love for you both is so deep I can’t see,

everything that you two mean to me

If I try to image my life without you,

I honestly don’t know what I would do

If I’m lucky in life, then I will become

Something like my Dad and my Mum x

The Adolescence Superpower:

Surly, ill mannered, obstructive goblins,

Power happy cowboys with an agenda to spoil

Rude, selfish, bureaucratic arses,

Waiting to take you past the boil

What right do you have to treat me like this,

Who are you to say I can't do that

My name is spelt like that for a reason,

Heaven forbid I answer you back

Friendly country, away with the rules,

Insult the west, but borrow their tools

The past is gone, move on with tomorrow,

Corruption, back-handers, all leading to sorrow

The surface looks good, with suits, cars and smiles,

Underneath the homeless search rubbish in piles

Many concealing to just make a buck,

The truth is, society just don't give a ….

Parliament Square

As the rain begins to fall,

the man opposite Ben so tall

stands defiant, staring straight,

towards the heavily guarded gate

Atop his weathered stubbly face,

a knackered hat looks out of place

the colourful badges protesting loud,

stand out against the skin so browned

A worthy cause? A foolish man?

The beeps ring out from passing vans

The policemen come and people go,

but still the heavy traffic flows

A mouldy bed he shares with mice,

in summer sweat, in winter ice

The spirit strong, the mind so clear,

what was it? No it's never fear

that caused the man as he stirs and wakes,

to utter the words, 'Whatever it takes'

Mad Russian

Last year my birthday it came and it went,

and I was given the greatest present

We walked to the square, so beautiful and fresh,

the clock said twelve and you said ‘yes’

The gum that was chewed was quickly forgotten,

for you had become my beloved begotten

Surrounded by suits, a love so real,

in the heat of the moment, I chose not to kneel

The walk and the coffee, the ring and the snow,

the greatest love ever, for now that you know

Our talk is so fresh, so beautiful and open

This ring is for love, for a future, not a token

The years, the times ahead to enjoy,

The babies too… a girl or a boy?

Love

Love the feeling that deepens and grows,

around my body it joyfully flows

Complex in nature and deep in meaning,

Couples grow dependant, lose control of their feelings

There are no rules or words to describe,

the joy, pain, emotion that lives deep down inside

It acts like a fog that threatens to hide,

all logic, all reason, no laws to abide

I feel so lucky to have encountered this stage,

some people keep searching through all of their days

It is undependent of race, gender, or wealth,

it depends inside on the person themselves

If they can relax, believe and enjoy,

the dreams they once had, as children with toys

For children are pure, so honest and kind,

So go on, embrace the dream, that was once left behind

Liberators, not Occupiers

While a country is down on its knees

You're planning the way the world sees

The brave forces, liberators, not occupiers.

The attitude of the masses, looking out for themselves

Disproportional wealth, money, greed, power.

The free receive their pay, so they can churn it back into the system.

This world is in pieces.

As one man sleeps, the next tries to keep the ruin away.

One world, an angry, explosive, breeding ground.

The bomb, that fanatical sound, rings out,

while the powers that sold this weapon, shout out their innocence.

Moulding and shaping the horizons around,

On the 'saving' orders of the dollar and pound.

Father

All my time I've known you, felt your breath of life

Through my journeys and my fears,

I know your message to be true

Time and time I hurt you, follow my human path

Graciousness for ever, forgive me and make me new

Help me honour you the way I should

Talk to me, humour me, provide me with

the food I need to continue the on-going fight

Mould me, turn me, you have the right

The feelings you provide are unexplainable

Better than anything that can be spoken or written.

A joy so pure, it is scary!

The tears swell, the mind expands, the hearts is on a journey,

The first and last ride it will ever take

Back to the father who made and loves me

Amen x

Cry for Help

All of these fears, I just want to be free

I’m falling away, how hard can it be?

Now I’m sure I don’t want to stay

Now or ever, what price do you pay?

The noise echoes around my head

No one’s listening to the words that are said

A cry for help that drives me insane

I’m patiently banging my head

Why can’t they see and hear my pain

The colour turns red, as I begin to feel shame

This pressure is building inside of my brain

So I patiently bang my head

The answer is simple, I need to break free

Where is my saviour, how long can it be?

But no, the dark continues to drift

As I’m patiently banging my head

All I need is a friendly voice,

to remove all the noise,

to start me again,

alone with my joys

Beastly Questions

Is heaven to a dog like a pond for a frog?

Like cheese to a mouse, like the roof on a house?

Will an owl ever blink if only to wink

At the squirrel that’s lost his nuts!

Do sheep like to sleep, like the bear likes to scare?

Like a horse on a course, or a bee in a tree?

Will a cat ever smile at least once in a while

As he ponders the magic of badgers!

Do seals ever skate, like a fish loves the bait?

Like a bat seeks a ball, or a hole in the wall?

Will an elephant float if he’s dropped in a moat?

And what is the point of wasps?

Will a kangaroo bounce if he puts on an ounce,

or a pound, or a stone or two?

Does a snail ever stop,

if only to mop himself and dream of a brew?

What was the dodo really like?

Is the shadow of a snake the dangerous type?

Does a koala bear see upside down?

And is it possible for a fish to drown?

Does the gazelle ever feel like a darn tasty meal?

Will a bat turn white if you give him a fright?

Do we see in colour only when we’re happy?

And who taught monkey’s to masturbate?

Animal Anecdotes

Cows eat grass, then shit out butter

Pigs eat swill, and roll in the gutter

Sheep are stupid and follow each other

Dolphins talk sonar and are awfully clever

Bees are magicians, from pollen into honey

Dogs are not… but they love us and they’re funny

Cats are furry and small and sneaky

Mice buy churches with cheese and they’re squeaky

Owls have necks like the exorcist

Baby animals can’t walk so they look like they’re pissed

Grizzerly bears aren’t fat, they’re just big boned

Hyenas just laugh like they’re constantly stoned

Abusers of Dirty Beats

Abusers of dirty beats,

ready to start the heat

fighting to lead into battle,

engage or run, hide and scatter

This is the way it must be,

give in and submit to me

I will not fail you now,

believe…let me show you how

All I am needing to do,

is enter and lead you through

This journey of musical love,

as you delve and feel the above

This need for a beat deep within

can be likened to the darkest of sin

as the aim and design of the beat

seeks to connect your head to your feet

As it controls your heart and your mind

while it moves throughout you will find

that you need this drug through your veins

You abuser of dirty beats

Lose yourself in me,

relax and feel the heat

As you yield your body to me,

the abuser of dirty beats

A Warning

Nine lives and a broken heart or two

Was the song that the mocking bird sang

The pain of desire and the heat of the fire,

caused the sound with which the bell rang

The man took the stage

With a bellyful of rage

And proceeded to butcher the corpse

The others laughed to see such fun,

and shone the way with their torch

The witching hour was drawing near,

the Cheshire cat was smiling

The ghouls that rode upon their sticks,

were ducking and were diving

At last the time, the clock struck one

The halls were deathly silent

The beast stirred within the tomb

Now was the time for the violence

Who spoke to the figures by the trees on that night?

Creatures hiding in the shadows, and the smell of the fight

Was still dripping from the leaves with the light of the moon

Overseeing proceedings, dictating the tune

This world is a place where the human race

Can live and can call home

Yet the endless destruction, a lethal concoction

Has dramatically lowered the tone

A night to remember

Tasting the first mouthful of the session

That’s when the hopes of the moment are born

Happiness, excitement, joy

This is going to be messy

Dirty, smelly, booze and fags

This is how it was meant to be

Friends, talk, jokes and sex

A night to remember

Emotions running high

Liquor running low

Panic attacks for the committed

Drink and drive, or walk and freeze?

No matter, new members come bearing gifts

Get it down ya, warm you up

What is this drink, this drink of the gods?

Guinness!

500ml 4.1% per vol

Brewed in Britain

This is the shit!

A Drinkers Tale

After my stomach churns

My eyes lurch into focus

My breath smells like a badgers arse

The sick is crusty on my stubble

Everything is fragile

Wobbling to and fro, I make my way downstairs

Empty cans, fags and stress

I pour myself a large one,

need to obliterate this mess

It goes down too easily,

so I reach for the bottle

My senses are slow, but the beast is being fed

Hair of the dog, my arse

Soon pissed as a fart and loving it

Drawing pictures in my mind

The beast is destructive, the time is now

Warm, rancid, bubbly filth

Alcohol is running through my veins

The familiar feelings return

I am the king of my destiny

Liliya and the Moon

Once upon a time there was a little bee called Liliya. Now this little bee loved to fly and she was very good at it. She could go so high, so fast, everyone agreed she was the best. “Neeeeyaawww” she would go.

Liliya loved to go as high as she could. She would fly high above the trees, through the clouds and float along next to the aeroplanes. She liked looking in through the planes little round windows at all the people stuck in there, while she was free as a bir…bee.

One day she decided she needed a new challenge, to fly really high… like super high…higher then any bee had ever been before. She was used to going up and playing alone side the aeroplanes, but she wanted to try something new. What was higher then an aeroplane? A Cloud. But what was higher than a cloud? Why the moon of course!

So one day she got up early, ate all her breakfast, and drank all her drink in preparation for her extra large adventure. She waited until no one was watching and then off she buzzed.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz” she went up through the sky, “neeeeyaawww” she shouted as she shot past the aeroplanes. Wwweeeeeeee” she screamed in delight as she entered space. ‘The first bee in space’ she thought to herself as the moon got larger and larger, closer and closer, “mama and papa will be so proud, just wait I get home to tell them all about it” she thought.

The closer she got the more like a giant piece of cheese the moon looked like. She loved cheese so this was very reassuring for a little bee so far from home. She buzzed and buzzed closer and closer and finally touched down “boom” ‘first bee on the moon’ what an honour.

By this time she was pretty hungry, she was glad she had packed a snack. She sat on the surface of the moon with her piece of bread. When she was planning what to take with her, so had decided to only bring one piece of bread, as she had wanted to be as light and quick as possible for her maiden voyage. Now that she sat on the surface of the moon, she wished she had packed something to go with her bread. Bread can be some boring on its own. What did she like with bread… why cheese of course!

‘Cheese’ this reminded her of something. Where had she seen cheese recently? “Oh I remember; that’s what I thought the moon looked like” she reminded herself. Come to think of it there was a strange smell up here in space, a distinctly cheesy smell. Could the moon actually be made of cheese? She sniffed, and buzzed over to a particularly good looking, sticky outey bit. She tried an exploratory lick of the moons surface. Was it…could it be…. Yes. Just like the cheese mama and papa had back home in the fridge!

She scooped up a sandwich sized amount and munched it with her bread. “The perfect moonwich” she thought to herself. Just wait till I tell my friends.

Once she had finished her snack she started to think about her journey home. Looking at her watch she could see it was much later than she had planned. In fact it was nearly time for her nap, she would have to get a buzz on if she was going to back in time.

She scoped up as much moon-cheese as she could fit into her bag and set off for home. Soon she was descending back past the aeroplanes…the clouds…. and the trees. She buzzed back into her bedroom and settled into bed. ‘

As she drifting off to sleep she started to dream about the delicious cheese on toast sandwich she was going to make for mama and papa when she woke up. “The best cheese on toast in the world” she thought. “Well actually in the universe!”

An Ode to Shite

There’s much I read, there’s much I write

Some of it good, a lot of it shite

I like to look, I sometimes stare

At awful clothes and ridiculous hair

I learn, I look, I look, I think

I sometimes smile, I often blink

I've dreamt a way that I can end

This poem with a little bend

BENDER!

Flibble the Caterpiller

Flibble was a caterpillar, Flibble was my friend, last time I saw Filbble he was this big...

Flibble was a caterpillar, Flibble was my friend, last time I saw Filbble he was this big.........

Flibble was a caterpillar, Flibble was my friend, last time I saw Filbble he was this big...............

Flibble was a caterpillar, Flibble was my friend, last time I saw Filbble he was this big.........................

Flibble felt a little sick...HHUUURRRGGGHHHHH

Flibble was a caterpillar, Flibble was my friend, last time I saw Flibble he was this big...

My Baby

My baby likes to move a lot, my baby likes to bounce,

my baby looks so very small, in it's soft and wobbly house

My baby is a little blob, my baby is a living beat,

I watched it wave it's little hands and kick it's tiny feet

I have a little baby with a little beating heart,

I have a little baby that I love straight from the start

Sixteen Days (31.10.10)

Oh little one, perfect in so many ways,

helpless but soft, dependant on love, food and warmth

You are the sign of our love,

you are a gift from the Lord God above

Looking at you there can be no doubt that God exists

You cry, you feed, you watch and you sleep,

your life is simple, yet you are so complex

When I look into your eyes I see the future,

deep dark pools of creation