Deaks watch...

As it happens I was going to bring back this thread with lee fosters myspace which I was reading earlier on today.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=144648048

I've played trance and progressive all over the UK, but spent the last three years DJ’ing for Blue Velvet and For Your Eyes Only, which are lap dancing clubs in Newcastle upon Tyne. Quite a change I’m sure, but I lapped it up!

However, working in these clubs was how I met the lovely Mariya, who I later married, but that is another story all together! I also had the privilege to meet, within the lap dancing environment, some of the most interesting people you could ever imagine; some became very close friends, like an extended family.

Who I'd like to meet:
No one, I'm married but going through a rough patch with my wife, which will probably end in a divorce or a walk off! (Mazz, she's so hot right now!) But who knows what will happen; a year is a long time and time heals anger. What was in the moment has long since passed.

It's sad, but after an intense 6 month relationship, then marriage, I have been apart from Mariya longer than we were actually married! You can't replace love with sex; eventually, the cracks start to show and all that matters is love from the heart. We can fool others, but not ourselves.



Sunday, March 11, 2007


Love and Time.
Current mood: Introspective
Category: Introspective Writing and Poetry

Love and time; I have neither pain nor mind.

Cut my heart, take my sorrow; lover's paradox, feign to borrow.

Glass emotions with burning soul; thoughts are turmoil, demons role.

Promises given, trust is broken; the edge of feeling, love as a token.

Mixing opposites, blood and fire; with darkness and light a secret dire.

Medusa beckons clad with falsehood; lift my dark eyes ever inward.

An axe, not blunt, it's sharp, an axe.

You come to me with your problems, love and warmth offered on a plate.

I reject, I hate, I hit you in a face. The axe cuts deep, you bleed you cry.

I go to jail, an axe, an axe your time is nie.

But will you still love me, tommorow?