The title says it all doesn't it? If I sit and fall into the trap of thinking about the past I go all pensive as faces, now long gone, drift past.

They all whisper a subdued hello as they shoot me a hollow glance before passing. Familiar all of them and none forgotten.

As they slowly dissipate into my mind I hear their cries of pain...

.....remember us Steve, don't let us be forgotten.

and I shed a tear as I promise them all...never.

I sometimes wonder,

If the ocean ever goes unseen,

There must be a moment,

A moment in all of time,

Where the ocean went unwatched,

And there were no human eyes laid on it,

And no musty cigar smoke in the air,

And not even a flitter of words,

To be heard,

Does the ocean still move,

Do the waves still crash,

I guess I won't know,

Until I become less of a person,

And more of a dream

Sometimes I sleep in your room because it reminds me of an empty birdcage with the way you were able to escape from the crack in the window

You say you're doing alright, that you're better than fine but I can hear your midnight cries all the way from here and your room is so empty now even though your guitars are still hanging on the walls but it doesn't fill the room it makes it more lonely cause all the strings are broken and they're starting to get dusty because you were the only one who knew how to play

Sometimes I sleep in your bedroom and actually it's not really yours anymore but we all know it's forever going to be, someone said it was a guest room and it felt so wrong, that word is too hollow to fill a room with memories.

Ravens and sunsets

Galaxies too,

Shards of ice, reflecting light

Words I wanted to use

A necklace from my lover

A gem in my heart

Trembling hands made for pianos

Frozen legs that never start.

I am originally from Liverpool in what was Lancashire, in England. I was dragged howling into this sorry world on July 24th 1952.

My fractured family consisted of my Mother, Kathleen, and my Father, George, and I might add that never before or since have two people, gifted with a distinct hatred of one another, been joined in wedlock.

At some point in their unfortunate pairing I was produced, sent no doubt by the Lord Above to add to their misery.

Now, many years later you find me alone, save for my adopted family, living within the quarters of a former home of Beatrix Potter, where I eke out an existence of sorts.

I am housed in a simple, single room as part of Staff Quarters. I am thus happy to announce that since my childhood, the sum total of all my worth has increased to sixteen shillings and five pence.

I desperately cling to the illusion that one day I might earn a living as a writer of sorts, though I'm afraid to report that this candle of hope burns ever lower as each day ends.

Regardless of outcome, I am happy, hopeful and haphazard, and will remain so as long as my candle burns.

Scene: King Henry VIII is seated at a huge table within a tent. He is dining with various dignitaries and advisors, along with members of his Court. The tent is situated within a large grassy clearing within the grounds of Parliament. The year is 1520. Various militia of the period stand at arms around the Tent exterior and the Kings Colours are flying on banners hung as tapestries. The dinner is going well and the gathered dignitaries vie for Royal Favour when suddenly a blinding flash of light, followed by plumes of smoke herald your arrival within their midst. All at once silence pervades the gathering as you emerge from the smoke, coughing and blackened with soot.

Henry's Surgeon (open mouthed, and with Goose fat dripping from his mouth): Egad Sir, what sorcery is this?

Master At Arms (hesitant): Arrest this witch, guards, GUARDS!

At this point you are surrounded by Men At Arms who close in on you with varying expressions of bewilderment.

You (anxiously): Hi Guys, it's only me, I mean good day your Majesty I am pleased to.... (Your little speech is cut short as a thick set Guard grabs you by the throat, he is immensely strong)

Guard (aggressively): C'mere you little rogue.

Chancellor (very authoritarian, rises to his feet): What devilment is this? Explain yourself before His Majesty.

You (gagging for breath): It's cool man, just chill.

Chancellor: Cool Man? Chill? What do you mean, rogue, is it not hot in here?

Henry (rises to his feet, all eyes fall before him as he fixes you with a glare): What manner of intrusion is this? Speak vermin, before I have your head. On your knees before your King.

The Guard throws you violently to the floor, your face is pushed into the dirt as his boot presses hard upon your head.

You: Please I ugh,

Henry (gestures to the guard): Let him be, for now.

You stagger to your feet, shaken.

You: Your Mightyness, forgive my sudden appearance here but I am from the future. I came to take a selfie with you, with your er, royal permissioness!

Henry (confused, turns to his Chancellor): This man speaks some strange foreign tongue to wit I am not familiar.

Chancellor (eager to show Henry how efficient he is): Speak slowly you simpleton, while still His Majesty affords you time.

At this point you pull out your iPhone, and switch it on, the screen bursts into life and you start videoing as you speak.

You (panning and zooming as you talk): It's cool I promise, I just need to shoot the King.....

Master At Arms (throws himself between you and Henry and grabs the iPhone thinking it a weapon): Assassination, Assassination, no harm shall come to any person while I breath.

You are knocked to the ground as the Guard pummels you with such force, you black out momentarily.

Henry (Alarmed): Guard, what manner of thing is that you have? Show me it.

You come around, shaken, and by now covered in grime, excrement and goose fat. You slowly rise to your feet.

You (alarmed): It's just for YouTube Your Majesty.

Henry (puzzled): It is for my tube? (Is handed the iPhone, still shooting video): Egad what magik is this? (He shrieks and drops it to the table, everyone in the room dives for cover).

You seize your chance and reach for the iPhone, while simultaneously hitting the 'Return' switch hidden in your pocket. In a blinding flash, you return to your backyard, shaking, but unharmed.

Your girlfriend (amazed): Oh cool, you're back - did it work? Did you do it?

You (trembling, and giggling nervously): let's go inside. Wait 'til you see THIS.

It was CRUNCH time. I'd already been informed by Annabelle that POMEGRANATE was the new BLACK, but I was using normal blusher for today's show.

Appearing in female form wasn't my thing, but if the investigation was going to get anywhere then it's horses for courses as the Lieutenant had said.

I'd never worn high heels before so balancing was a problem - plus they were too tight dammit, not only that but my damn tights had laddered.

I quickly finished the makeup and checked in the mirror how I looked, not bad I thought, but not good either. I looked like some old wench that had been hit by a truck, but it would have to do.

I quickly put on the EYELASHES then headed out to the stage area, it was dark, too dark for my liking but at least I was less likely to be spotted. The suspect was sitting in the audience and all I had to do was slap the cuffs on him when I got close. It was gonna be easy.

The old guy made the announcement and I stepped out from behind the curtains into the spotlight. I smiled so no one would notice.

It was undercover alright, but I hadn't figured I'd be slotted into a damn beauty pageant. Still, once this was over I was on easy street for three weeks vacation.

They called my name and I stepped over to the catwalk, my cuffs hidden beneath my coat. This would be a piece of cake.

The music started playing as I slowly stepped along, though these damn heels kept skidding from side to side. People were laughing and I could hear catcalls and whistles, I kept smiling around as I neared the turn point.

Then my goddamn heel broke, I kept walking but I was bathed in sweat from the lights, almost there. It was hard to make out who was who under the glare of the lamps but I figured I could see the suspect just feet away now.

It was now or never, I leapt down from the catwalk and grabbed him before he had the chance to think. In a second I had him cuffed. He was just looking at me with that stupid surprised look they all have when I nab 'em.

I told him the show was over just as my back up arrived. Everyone was falling about with laughter - I flashed my badge and they piped down. The Lieutenant would be pleased.