johnnyhotrocks

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What makes me happy.

I walk in the shadow of Vader's might,   A towering force, a fearsome sight.   Between him and Palpatine, supreme and cold,   I cheer for their reign, ruthless and bold.   The Empire stands, iron and grand,   The finest of them, a fist in hand.  

Sid James—he needs no words,   A glance, a grin, and laughter’s stirred.   That cackle—wild, untamed, and bright,   It gets me every time, feels just right.   A firm favourite, tried and true,   Comedy lived where Sid once stood.   Video games call, their stories grand, But pain and focus shift like sand. I struggle at times, the battles wane, Yet still they pull me back again. A tale well told, a world so wide, I lose myself where legends bide. And through the years, still shining bright, Mario jumps and Zelda fights.

Yet above all, music reigns,   My heartbeat, my soul, my world unchained.   Vinyl calls me louder still,   A hunger deep, a yearning thrill.  

Michael Jackson, a force, a friend,   Through grief and sorrow, he would mend.   His music carried, pulled me through,   The day he left, the sky fell too.  

Fleetwood Mac—resentment, love,   A life unravelled in songs above.   Pain and passion, tangled tight,   Each note revealing wrong and right.  

Nina Simone, a decade deep,   Her voice, her pain, emotions deep.   She sings of life, of struggle raw,   Each word commanding, without flaw.  

Chris Rea, the blues, the grit,   His tones, his tales, a perfect fit.   That raspy warmth, that knowing ease,   A melody that sets me free.  

My home—my fortress, dreams fulfilled,   A Pool slate-bed table, a heart rebuilt.   No more dark flats, no neighbour’s rage,   Just quiet peace, a turned new page.  

And Joanne—my rock, my ground,   A love so strong, so safe, so sound.   Lily and Molly, paws that run,   A bond unbroken, Leuk not gone.  

Reuben stands, stats in tow,   WWE’s legends he’ll always know.   Pokémon too—his mind’s a map,   Every battle, every stat.  

Lady Dianne, so full of beans,   A whirlwind bright, yet calm between.   She helps her granda, kind and true,   With smiles that heal, with love that grew.  

Katherine—creative, sharp, mysterious too,   She takes after me, that much is true.   Her temper sparks, her presence stays,   And lucky for her—her looks amaze.   

And now my art returns once more,   With strokes unchained, mistakes ignored.   A tablet frees me, lets me roam,   I play my music, let colours flow,   No longer lost in dark shadow.   My home has healed, the light pours in,   I draw what makes me smile within.  

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Joanne

When shadows loomed, long and unkind, You saw the light I couldn’t find. In battles fought with silent screams, You became the anchor of my dreams.

Through sickness that shook my fragile frame, You stood steadfast, never to wane. From hospital beds to our home’s embrace, You brought me peace, you set the pace.

When despair wrapped its cold, dark chain, You reached through my torment, through the pain. You held my hand, you called for aid, In your strength, my hope was remade.

You gather the pieces that I misplace, With love that time cannot erase. The drugs, the plans, the paths ahead, By your care, my spirit is led.

Now in our new house, safe and true, I see our love in every view. A place of warmth, content, and rest, With you, Joanne, I am my best.

You are my reason, my guiding star, No matter the journey, no matter how far. For every moment, for every strife, Joanne, you are the love of my life.

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They say I look good, I wear a convincing mask, But inside I'm aching, overwhelmed by this endless task. Once I soared, swift as the wind, my youth a fleeting race, Now I struggle to climb the stairs, life’s simple acts a chase.

Tired, drained, and weary, my body whispers lies, Every step, a mountain, beneath the cheerful skies. The pain a constant partner, it never leaves my side, A shadow that’s unyielding, in which I must reside.

My body's rebel, urine's scent a cruel jest, Flows when it shouldn't, leaving me distressed. And then there’s the other end, never kind, An endless struggle, leaving no peace behind.

Work sees me upright, thinks all is well and bright, But they can't feel my struggle, hidden from their sight. Management’s blind to the effort I expend, Yet on and on I push, through this torment without end.

Tinnitus screams like a banshee in the night, Eyes that fail me, dimming the light. Hands that ache, tasks a painful plight, A prisoner to my body, no end in sight.

Joanne, my anchor in this swirling sea, Without her, who knows what my fate would be. But still, the thoughts whirl, dark and profound, A merry-go-round from which there's no way down.

I’m not just a face, a smile that's deceiving, Beneath lies a soul, tired and grieving. My life, though hard, still clings to a thread, And I hold on, despite the dread.

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“Faith”

In the quiet corners of our hearts, Where threads of belief are woven, Faith unfurls its delicate tapestry, My canvas painted with whispers of hope.

Imagine faith as a fire, The flames licking at reason’s edges, Not to bind us in complacency, But to temper our spirits into unyielding steel.

Yet some wield faith like a sword, Their convictions etched in stone, They conjure tales to quell their fears, Ignoring the fragile hearts they pierce.

How often ones judge from their pulpits, Branding others as demons or saints, As if their eyes could pierce the veil, And discern every scar etched upon another's soul?

Contempt drips from their tongues, When standards become their idols, Yet faith should soften their gaze, Not harden it into unyielding stone.

Should we pray for the music they love, Or the movies that stir their souls? No, Why not pray for their wounded places, For the cracks where light might seep through.

And never, oh never, weaponize the departed, Their memory a sacred flame, not a torch, For love transcends the grave’s cold grip, And fear has no place in eternity’s embrace.

May this remind us that faith, at its core, should be a beacon of love, compassion, and the hope that binds us all not a cudgel of fear.

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PlayStation Vita.

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Some more PlayStation 2 games that went AWOL. Now have to find a frigin box for them

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Nintendo Game Cube. One of my favourite consoles of all time.

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Xbox 360. The machine had a year head start over the PS3. But the moment the PS3 arrived i stopped buying for the 360 apart from the Halo's and Gears of war's PLUS THE 360 was as reliable as a chocolate fire guard.

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Xbox

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Nintendo Wii U. virtually bugger all worth having for this disaster of a console. Nintendo disowned it almost as soon as it hit the stores.

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Nintendo Wii. Great fun at the start but so much shovelware shite. and gimmicky controller that became irritating.....waggling and shaking for the sake of it.

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Nintendo 64

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Nintendo Game Boy Advance

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Nintendo Game boy.

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Nintendo 3DS. should have more but i cant get into my attic because of health issues.

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Playstation Portable.

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Playstation 4 ....well some of it. The wife packed away several boxes of PS4 games and all my PS5 stuff except the game i was currently playing (stellar Blade)