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Lost In Paradise

23 Saturday Jan 2016

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Ellie Hartland has it all.

A career that is the envy of Her peers

A Bank Balance in the Eight figure range

And Ellie has Millions of Fans all over the World

But She has no Friends.

Ellie is living the American Dream

She is an Actress in the Movies

She is the hottest item in Hollywood

She lives in a huge House in Beverly Hills

And She shops on Rodeo Drive

But She is unhappy

Ellie hangs out with all of the In People

She graces the cover of the popular Magazines

She is a regular on the Ellen Show

And is known to visit the White House

But She is losing it.

When She is at Home She finds comfort in Her

favourite brand of booze.

She sits in Her walk in Robe admiring Her collection

of Shoes and Clothes.

Being an Actress might bring you Money and Fame

But that doesn’t mean that every day will be Sunny

She is starting to crack

After about a dozen shots of Jack Daniels

Ellie still finds it hard to relax

She feels like she living in a Pressure Cooker

Will the steam ease off gently?

Or will it go off with a blast?

Will Ellie Hartland get Her shit together?

The cracks are widening

The next Morning Ellie decides that She needs some Sun

Just go out and have fun and relax

So She needs a shopping fix

She parks Her Mercedes Benz on Rodeo Drive

And She shops until She is ready to collapse

God sometimes it is good to be alive.

She is feeling better.

After a few hours of shopping

Ellie takes a drive to the Beach

She is feeling the better then She has in Months

But then She is confronted by about Twenty Fans

who all want a Selfie.

And all of the commotion has caught the attention of

the dreaded Paparazzi

Jesus cant they just leave me alone?

She gives Her Fans all the Selfies they want

The cracks are reappearing

Ellie is distressed and feeling overwhelmed

that She doesn’t make it to the Beach

She just drives on Home

She rushes inside and locks all the Doors

And She goes straight to the Liquor Cabinet

She is about to start one hell of a bender

She has fallen in

For two Weeks all Ellie does is drink Shot after Shot

She has also discovered a new escape route

In the shape of a jagged little Pill

Ellie is running from something

But She has forgotten what

Will Her Fans forget Her if She Dies?

She thinks that they probably will

But Ellie couldn’t really care less

She has had enough of wealth and fame

She is tumbling over and over

Ellie is laying on Her Bathroom floor

She has one mother of a Hangover

Then She remembers that She has to attend her

latest Movies premiere

She races to the Bathroom Mirror

Does my Hair look alright?

Is my Mascara running?

The question needs to be asked

Will Ellie just give up?

Or will She stand and fight?

She is still falling

Will Ellie build up the nerve to walk the Red Carpet

Does She believe in this Fairy Tale?

Or will She just cash in Her Chips?

Suicide

The final ride

You swim in

But you don’t come back with the Tide

But Ellie Hartland goes to the Premiere

With a fake smile on Her Face

And She walks the walk and talks the talk

But She feels lost and out of Her depth

Will She spiral out of control?

Or will She hold it all together?

She has  few quiets Drinks before She mingles with

the Public

Will anyone notice that She is not really there?

But then again does anyone really care?

Ellie Hartland arrives Home in a very distressed

state

And She runs Herself a Bath

Then She swallows a handful of Pills and washes them

down with Bourbon straight from the Bottle

Ellie Hartland has walked Her last Red Carpet

She has walked Her final path

She climbs into Her Bath

And a huge smile lights up Her Face

She didn’t like where She has been

But She sure as Fuck knows where She is going

So just be careful what you wish for

Because all of your wishes might be realised

But is it really worth it?

Because Ellie Hartland just died.

THE END.

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The Walking Head

10 Sunday Jan 2016

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I lay in my Hospital Bed

I am still breathing

I have no Body

You see I am nothing but a Head

The Doctors have told me that I will

walk again

But I think they are being optimistic

I have no Body

Therefore I have no Legs

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I like a Bowling Ball with Hair

I no longer have any need for Clothes

And I have no need for Socks or Underwear

But the Doctors keep telling me

That my future looks bright

Even though I am a Head without a Body

I should still be alright

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I look down at the Floor

It is a drop of three foot or more

I have another look and wonder if

I roll out of Bed

Would I bounce?

Or burst open like a Watermelon?

I guess there aint no telling

Nurse comes to my Bedside to give me

a Sponge Bath

I am not a Man

I am not by half

So it doesn’t take long to give my Head

a Wash

But as the Nurse starts to dry me off

I end up on the Floor gosh

Well I start to roll like a drugged up Medicine

Ball

I roll out of my room and get halfway down the

hall

Then I am scooped up and passed back to the

Nurse

She gives me a look all sullen and terse

Like it is my fault

That I am just a Head

You know I had a little accident

MY Head got caught in an Elevator Door

My Body went to the next Floor

But my Head didn’t quite make it

As my Head hit the Floor

I screamed ‘I don’t like this bit’

‘I don’t like it at all’

Well my Doctor came around again

And he that with a few Skin grafts

I should be on the mend

I think my Doctor has gone round the bend

You see I have no Skin to graft

I t all ended up at the bottom of that Elevator

Shaft

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I feel the start of a panic attack

So I blink my Eyes and twitch my Nose

To make the Nurse come back

I have no Hands so I cant press the Emergency

Button

I am starting to think that I have been forgotten

But then the Nurse comes rushing back into

my Room

One of the other Patients has passed away

I close my Eyes with Sorrow

I cant think of anything to say

She reassures me that everything is alright

And She pats me on the Head

And She wishes me a goodnight

In the morning I wake up with a pounding

in my Chest

But it cant be anything

Because I am nothing but a Head

Just a Head none of the rest

I think I am feeling Phantom pain

Will I ever feel my own Body again?

I see the Doctor approaching my Bed

What will he tell me this time?

Maybe he will tell me that my Head has been

hired out as one of those open mouthed Clowns

in sideshow alley

Or maybe they will give me a Wig apply some

makeup and call me Sally>

But none of the above apply

And I will tell you why

My Doctor tells me that a Skeleton has been located

And that it will be attached to my Brain Stem

So I will no longer be just me

Some of me will be them

So the Skeleton is attached in a nine hour Operation

And hopefully there will be Bone fusion

And my Nerves want short circuit and blow a fuse

I just hope that when I wake

The Doctor will give me some good news

And for once the news is good

Everything is going well so far

The Skeleton attachment was a complete success

I now have a Body of sorts I guess

So now I am a Head

With a collection of a strangers Bones

Now all I did is some internal Organs

And a covering of Skin

My Doctor tells me that strands of my DNA

are attaching themselves to the Bones

So all of my internal Organs should start to grow

Maybe I will be tall and handsome

You never know!

Three Months later

And the Transformation is almost complete

I feel a lot like Frankensteins Monster

Except there aren’t any Bolts in my Neck

I also feel like  Violinist playing on the Titanics

Deck

Will I swim or will I sink?

I am feeling OK

I am in the pink I think

Six weeks later

And I walk out of that Hospital a new Man

I say goodbye to the doctor and Nurse

And I thank them for all their help and attention

And I walk out of that Hospital with a smile on

my Face

I am going home to Tarana Place

I am now a Walking Head

Attached to a brand new Body

Everything is working properly

I feel like a brand new me

Or should I say a brand new you.

THE END

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A Heartbreak Song

08 Friday Jan 2016

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Coffee and Vanilla

Ebony and Ivory

Black and White

Call it whatever you like

But People are being discriminated against

and put down

All because of the Colour of their Skin

Don’t just look at the Colour of the Skin

Get to know the Person within

White Black Brown or Olive

We are all human

We are all the same

Don’t just look at the colour of the Skin

Ask them their name

There is good and bad in all of the Races

Smiles and frowns on all of the Faces

We all live on the same Planet

So we all should try harder to get along

When I see someone being put down

I deep inside my Soul

And sing a Heartbreak Song

There is still trouble and fighting in the Middle East

For over Sixty Years there has been War after War

And very little Peace

Palestinians and Israelies fighting over the same piece

of land

A divided piece of land surrounded by Sand

One side wants what the other side wants

And neither side will budge an Inch

Would why accept Peace at a pinch?

I think that the hatred that they for each other

is so ingrained into their Brains

They have become blase’ to all the sorrow and pain

They just go about their business surrounded by Barbed

Wire and Barricades

And they don’t feel the Fire from Hades

But I hope that isn’t true

Surely both sides have Emotions and Feelings

Surely they want a resolution

A final answer a solution

I have no answers

I am just writing this Story

I am just a simple Person

I am not after Fame and Glory

Like everybody else I just want World Peace

So why don’t we end the violence in the Middle East

Once again People why cant we just get along?

I reach deep into my being

And sing another Heartbreak Song

But you don’t have to go to the other side of the World

to find trouble and tension

It is right there in your own Neighbourhood

People are always looking for trouble

They hardly ever seek out the good

Domestic violence Bullying in the Workplace and Schools

All of these People are a Link

In the Chain of Fools

Just give me some Boltcutters

And I will cut through the Links

And sever the Stupidity

And get People to THINK

THINK before you act

THINK before you do

Because before you know it

The Foot will be in the other Shoe

And it will start to kick back

Bruisers are caused by losers

Tears are caused by fears

The Aborigines The Eskimos and The Native Americans

The original and Spiritual owners of their lands

Have all been pushed aside and rejected

While the White People took over

And not a hint of regret is detected

The White People seemed to think that they had

the right to take over

They spread their Diseases and their meddling ways

And they didn’t even think twice

And the Original Owners were the ones to pay the price

I am still singing in a very loud voice no one is listening

The disadvantaged People struggle through their Tear Drops

glistening

I am going to lose my voice before very long

I look to the Heavens and sing yet another Heartbreak Song

Alcohol abuse was a symptom of the White Mans invasion

For the Original Owners their isn’t any reason for a celebration

Their way of Life has been forever eroded

Their very fabric of life forever corroded

Now there is trouble in Syria

The Syrian People are fleeing their own Country

And flooding their Neighbours borders with their needs

Their Eyes are lost and lonely

While their empty Faces plead

Isis is spreading like a Locust Plague

They seem to think that they are the Face of a Religion

They Behead innocent People of different Religious

Persuasions

All this fighting over who has the biggest Imaginary Friend

All of the needless violence against the innocent has to end

But people of all Religions in all of the Countries in the World

Just remember one thing

There is no shame

We are all the same

I have lost my voice from all of the singing

So all of you out there open your Mouths

And as loud as you can

Sing a slow mournful Heartbreak  song.

THE END.

Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you can please make a donation to go towards my ambition to become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.