Love beats strong in me.. A video of love, the music speaks when they can not.






















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Fannysmackin
I drive down the road, thinking as I go.
About the last chance we moaned Ooh…
There in the dark, do I see?
I stop the car, unsure what to do!
I put the lights on now .I can see you.
“What are you doing?
Hay Stop there” as I yelled out to the gang over there.


On the floor, is it true what I see?
Feet kicking! Feet stamping! Feet hurting.
I shout out “STOP THAT NOW”
He turns to me, with evil in his eyes.
Should I flee, should I go?
To leave that man on the floor dying.


Smash! I’m on the floor, on the ground; am I too dying?
They kick and they hit, spit flying.
Angry words are said all around.
Why is it me? , to die alone on the ground?


Echoes of love and laughter feel my heart.
But pain and death surround me.
Blood pours from my mouth, onto the ground.
This is it. I’m dying.
Never to say, never to know; the love that surrounds me.


Can’t move, nor speak the pains too great
Can’t hear, can’t pray.
The life is slipping by me.


The pain has stopped, can't feel anymore
The light is strong and guiding me
Tears are no more, words are few.
I’m home in your arms finally.


Is it a trick? I grown, I moan.
Someone has found me.
My prayer is answered.
I smell her scent; I know it’s my friend
She bents down, and holds me.


As the ambulance goes, my worries begin
What has become of me, I think from within.
Will I see your smiling face, your beautiful grace?
My love for you will never be dim.


You are my lover, my rock my man.
So filled with grace, in your face.
I sleep now.
When I wake will you be there to hold me?


I open my eyes; Nick sits by the bed crying.
“No Nick, I’m awake” I say “I’m not dying”
We hug.
We hold
I am home finally.
Poetry by Candygirl1uk.

Grave Danger



I jump out of my car… Walk to the scene.
I begin to process the evidence… I see.
Slightly strange, slightly reverse….
Things are weird-
Are they what they seem?
I snap the camera- quick as a flash.
I bend down, what do I see?
A sealed cup - seems strange to me!
Suddenly all goes black….


Darkness surrounds me.
Emptiness defies me.
I cannot move or try to call out…
My head pounds -full of unsaid words.
Images, - unspoken statements of love untold
A smile a nod a laugh aloud.
I wish I were back to that time again.
I need to see that smile of his…
That cheeky grin the spiky hair
The unconditioned love in the air.


I cannot see, I cannot know.
The future is bleak for me I know.
I scream- I cry- I kick… I moan aloud.
This feeling is trapping from deep underground.
I close my eyes, and think of his smile.
Quietness and peace great me so.
I smile threw the tears,
It pains me so.
How can I tell him…?
I love him so…

No word uttered, No sound muttered.
Fleeting chance of mighty glances.
I cannot see, I cannot know.
The future is bleak for me I know.
I scream- I cry- I kick… I moan aloud.
This feeling is trapping from deep underground.

I scream aloud- I NEED A CHANCE.
To tell him, to show him-
To make him see…
Greg Sanders don’t you see?
I care… I care… I care for you -
Why oh why can’t you see?
Do you know? Can you know?













Tonight it ends...

For seven years , Greg has secretly admired, flirted, and respected the older, rougher Texan…
Nicholas Stokes.
Since Greg joined the Las Vegas Crime lab, he has secretly idolized him …His hero…Although Nick would never be told.



It ends tonight.



Thirty-six year old Nick Stokes, is standing a few feet , from the younger, handsome, funny, clever Gregory Sanders. Nick flashes his famous smile towards the younger man and Greg smiles back.



It ends tonight.



After all these years, the familiarity of their looks, the touches, the words - start to fray. Sadness creeps into Greg’s soul.
Walking up to the showgirls’ heaven residence, Greg has a terrible feeling about today. All the CSIs gather at the scene.
Greg can see Nick snapping photographical evidence of the bloody shoe prints. Greg walks towardthe stairs with dread. He looks up where Nick is
speaking to himself “Looks like size elevens.”


The younger man stands still...Nick leans back… sees him there…

Another look - Once again

Meaningful glimpses seem to stop them both at their job. Nick raises his eyebrows; a private moment passes between the two. Greg, with resolve , nods back.


It ends tonight


Nick gazes at Greg walking away, silently mesmerized by the essence of the younger man. Words forever fail him, wherecaresses and suggestions have not.
Nick thinks back to a time when life was more clear-cut
Before Greg was brutally beaten. Before his own kidnapping ordeal. An innocent time when Greg was still a lab tech before the lab explosion, to a simple time, an easier time.



A safer time ….

Nick focuses on the job at hand, vowing that…



It ends tonight.


Nick continues to dust for prints on the handrail. Sadness now fills his heart. He shakes his head in defiance, realizing that with Greg‘s beating, he can’t handle another scene before his chance with Greg is blown.



Tonight it ends




Tonight the truth will come out, the Texan will be honest, will tell the Californian exactly how he feels.



How passionately Nick yearns to be more than just good friends … Yearning to be something truer, something stronger and longer lasting. Nick shakes his head as his heart skips a beat. He breaths quickly, trying to calm down. Feels like a self conscious teenager again…

All because of one person.

Licking his lips. Nick could do nothing else but process the evidence.

It ends tonight..

So empty. Greg pounds the last few steps, the emptiness echoing throughout the
house.
After the traumatic few months he had been through Greg realises only one thing can happen… Tonight one way or another the truth will come out.

Greg is scared of being honest, but living a lie is slowly killing him. Sure Nick is his good friend, but after all these years of teasing encounters, hands brushing on purpose, fingers caressing, declaring of unsaid actions. Greg needs closure, a release, a function other than working as a CSI….


It ends tonight…..