poetry


Went on a weekend holiday
Flew from Sydney to Byron bay
the Flights are so cheap there’s no bloody way
that I was getting on a train (more…)

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Old Gods
step aside for the New
but the New Gods
do not speak the truth. (more…)

Mister Milton never told me why
It is that we all have to die.
He said it might be painful,
It might last a while.
He tells me it’s the end,
But something new might begin. (more…)

What are you waiting for boy?
You’ve got the ideals,
the passion, the zeal.
You can make this a big deal. (more…)