I write this for my friends. I alway beleived in  the excistance of a higher power than mankind wheather you choose to call it God  karma or destany. I beleive that everything that happen as a reason throughat times it's hard to find. My friends at G.W. have reasurtanted that veiw. The last few days  some of you may have guessed have not me easy for me I had become lost. My inspiration had died and  only dark thought came so as is useally for me I put them into words to dark to post. feeling really down I start to read somebody elses work and relise there are having a dig at me, reading it at no effect on me at all like all bullies he takes the pet when you won't play his game. What changed my mood and lifted my spirts is the support i received from my friends. I don't kid myself that i'm a poet i wouldn't know a sonnet from a halki which by the way i thought was some kind of leafull weapon then again in the wrong hand it could be so. The out come of this story is that I was able to rewrite the dark poem and this is the result.  O by the way i deliberately have not spell check this' but for anyone concern  i am arranging to attend adult liturance classes wish me luck and thanks