The door was open..

ok sometimes a poem or somethings starts brewing in my head and untill i get it down, it remains there, i dont know where the inspiration comes from. it just does. Now i have decided to share. Hope you enjoy:

I strolled out into his gates,

There was no one there.

not a soul insight

No one to stop me.

i walked towards the doors

i ran my hands across the smooth mahogany doors

i knocked 1ce, no answer

knocked again 2ce for emphases.

still nothing

i turned the handle

the door was open

stepping in through the doors

i called out his name.

it echoed into the air

nothing, not a sound

taking a few more steps

i looked about. the receptions

filled with fine woodwork

paintings and tapestry

it was all a work of art

i climbed up spiral stairs

taking it two at a time

excited that i was in his house

a place he called home

snooping around a bit

i walked on tip toes

silently searching for his room

not wanting to announce my presence yet

maybe i could surprise him in bed.

Five rooms later i finally found his room.

it was filled with his scent

that musky rain forest scent i had come to love

i swirled around his room, exhilarated.

My whole body filled with bliss

Enjoying every moment of my discoveries

i turn towards his bed.

How massive it was.

Large enough for a family of ten.

I imagine it would be our family

wife, husband and an army of kids

giggling i walked towards the bed

There lies my man,

my love, my prince

o how i loved him

and he me,

Closer now to the bed

he wasn't alone

who is this

it cant be

no, it mustn't

there lies my love

but in his arms..

in his arms...

there lay my brother

damn, the door was open..........

Fyi i dont have a brother hence this is purely fictional what do you think?

Success!¬! Ha!! in ur face!!

Ah yes, sweet sweet success! A small one but its a great feel.

I know things in london r expensive but come on to charge £20 to change a lock is rediculous, especially from a carpenter that tends to be rather incompetent. Nehoo i was like i got a fiver for him and if he didnt want it he should buzz off, he was like fine, he'll go but when i call him back,(he was so certain i would), that it would be £30.

I'm like piss off man and i went to the room, got out the tool box that had been collecting dust these past years, cleaned them up and got down to business.

Ok so i only had a flat and star screwdriver, a tape rule, a scissor and a hammer. BUT i was determined. And as far as i was concern that was good enough.

I took out the broken lock, that was easy, taking things apart is a hobby, ask my mum, my pet name as a kid was baseje (means destroyer in yoruba) teehee, what can i say, its fun. Nehoo,

i took out the old lock, and started installing the new one. NB those who know me know i NEVER, read the instructions. NEVER!! So dudish im sure but u know wot, dts just me.

Now installing the new lock should have been easy but.. with those miserably tools it took me 2hrs. but lordy i did it and thats all it cost me, 2hrs, and some swollen biceps which i have to go ice up now..(wailing) oooooo my aching  biceps...lol