I’ve Got This

I can’t turn off the news or people’s concern
I can’t turn off the fear people project
I can turn on God’s voice
And amplify His love

#songshare – Santa Monica Dream

Santa Monica Dream – Angus and Julia Stone

Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t
Rob’s in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind

Diamond Rain on Saturn

She is beautiful
Unbreakable
Her determination knows no bounds

She keeps her past as learning
The present,
She labours in full force

When her world collapses
She cries diamond rain

Self Nomination

Part 1 Ankle Bracelet
Part 2 Aura of Mystery
Part 3 The Kissing Song

I stop you on your way out of the boardroom door.

Ami, I am Tommy, Tommy Lee. Do you want to grab a bite to eat in the City after work today?

You look at me and smile. Oh Ami Sickle, I love your dimples! They look like a pool of happiness, so overwhelmingly sweet and beautiful!

Hey Tommy! I am not available. Thank you!

How about some time this week…or beyond? You are gonna be hungry one of these days?

Ah, Tommy, what I meant was I’d like to keep a professional boundary. I won’t be grabbing a bite to eat with you. See you at the annual conference if you are attending.

You just said no to me. Was it a no, try harder? Or a no, NO? Do you need a volunteer to help with organising the conference? I can help wherever you need me. I am a good helper, I was told. What? Tommy! You just nominated yourself to work for free? The ROI is so low considering the time and effort I have to put in. Fuck! What’s wrong with ya?

Ah, the conference is well funded, it’s not run by volunteers. And I don’t think I need volunteers. But I appreciate your willingness to get involved and help. By saying that though Tommy, I am still unavailable.

What? Did you just give me a hard NO? You are not willing to give me any bit of you. There must be another move I can make. Think Tommy! I can’t fucking think, it’s like the market is closed today. I have to wait for tomorrow. But I don’t want to wait and there is no other way. Am I throwing a Tandy? Shame on you Tommy, you are gonna accept defeat, aren’t you?

Tommy, there is this retirement village I volunteer at, they are really short of volunteers and I know they will appreciate some help. I can email you the details and you may think about it?

Oh Ami, you must have noticed that I looked defeated. You have a soft and kind heart. How can I not say yes and I have to restrain myself from jumping for joy. You have just kept the door of hope ajar.

The Kissing Song

Part 1 Ankle Bracelet

Part 2 Aura of Mystery

Now let’s invite our next guest speaker, Ami Sickle from SAFAA to talk about the upcoming professional development opportunities and the annual conference.

Ami! Your name is Ami.
Tommy and Ami Sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes baby
In a baby carriage!

You are now standing in front of me without obstruction, giving a presentation. It’s gonna be a full cinema experience.

Ami Sickle, your dark hair wraps around your fair neck on one side, rose pink pouting lips, somewhat comfortable in your petite hugging knee high black dress, black heels, huh, and the rose gold ankle bracelet in between. Ami, you are sexy and cute. I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you. I can feel my cheeks smiling.

Hi guys! I am Ami Sickle, Marketing Executive from The Stockbrokers and Financial Advisers Association. Today, I am presenting…

Your voice stills me. It’s like the zither being played by the waterfall, calming and Zen. The fantasy of pinning you to the wall and pleasuring you from behind dissipates. I thought I work you out, but I am not so sure now. Who are you, Ami Sickle?

Aura of Mystery

Part 1 Ankle Bracelet

Who are you? I need to know as much as possible about you so I can have a winning strategy.

The aura you wear is of mystery. You look sweet but dressed to kill. You smell wild sex but you put an invisible barrier between us while we are only ten centre metres apart in this more crowded than usual boadroom. I can’t quite work you out, yet.

The ankle bracelet, I wonder if your toes are manicured and painted red or black. When you run your toes around me, will the bracelet be a distraction?

Focus Tommy! I snap myself out of the trance you put me into. Clearing my throat, I swallow and force my attention to the line graph on the presentation screen.

Ankle Bracelet

Your scent infused me before you sat next to me. A rose blossom wrapped in leather, you slid in the oversized executive chair next to me in the boardroom. My brain kept telling me to focus on the presenter and the screen, battling my distracted mind and wandering eye. I pushed my chair backward so I had a better view of you, such a challenger to my professionalism. My eyes fixated on the rose gold ankle bracelet you wore, set with onyx stone and pavé diamonds. It was such a sexy playful little thing.

Not all office romances start the same, and not all love affairs end in tragedy. I am a stock broker. I gamble, with calculated risk of course. ‘The winner takes it all.’

Sinker

He wears a chain of romance around his neck
They closed each heart shaped padlock and threw the key to the river
After many broken promises and cold campfires
Eventually the weight of the chain sank him down the river
He laid unrest with dead romance around his neck
and keys scattered around him

#songshare – She’s in Fashion

She’s in Fashion – Suede

She’s the face on the radio
She’s the body on the morning show
And she’s there shaking it out on the scene
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She’s employed where the sun don’t sets
And she’s the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the shake of a tambourine
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah-ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know, my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she’s the taste of the gasoline
And she’s as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain