Who is he?

Whilst tidying up the other day I found an old draft of a small skit about Jesus Christ and the psyche ward - this was written sometime around '95 during a day's road trip from Napier to Taupo and back.. Person Who is he? Orderly Don'
Comments (1) . Sunday, 13 August 2006

In death we join you

In death we join youAs blood flows from our freshly cut woundsThis releaseThis freedom from thoughtBrings peace.
Comments (1) . Wednesday, 14 December 2005

What is it with love?

What is it with loveThat drives the heart to painWhen confusion quells our sense of truthLeaving only madness and insanity with free reignOurs is not to question why, just dry our teasr and hope we dieWhat is it with loveThat hurts?
Comments (1) . Wednesday, 14 December 2005

Notebook Memories

I spent most of the afternoon tidying up the flat, vacuuming, cleaning, and going through old boxes and junk throwing crap out - amongst the crap I found 4 telephones dated 1990, 1992, 1994, and 1996 - I've not had a telecom line for over a year and
Comments (1) . Sunday, 30 October 2005

The Damage...

Thou damaged, we are beaten and sore; but bruises heal with time, Thou pained, we're not broken or dead; and with love, we can live again...
Comments (1) . Wednesday, 18 May 2005

Whispers...

I once heard there was a feeling, an emotion that two people share, a thought that starts with "hi" and ends with "don't go", a hope that things never end, and a will to endure all costs.I once heard there was a love, one that cou
Comments (3) . Friday, 21 January 2005

Field of the Fallen

Earlier I was out driving after looking at some flats and made a wrong turn, and ended up discovering the cemetary behing the speedway - I've always had a thing for cemetaries; especially the older gothic looking ones. Theres something about the int
Comments (0) . Sunday, 12 September 2004

Redemption: This act alone

I wrote this piece 8 years ago on the day of my 21st, and gave it to mum with a big bouquet of flowers, the idea behind it was that the day wasn't to celebrate the day of my birth, but the day in which mum gave birth to me. One of those small "minds
Comments (0) . Sunday, 23 November 2003

Redemption: Just Time

I've been re-reading a heap of my old poems and have been thinking of getting more of them out here in the blogosphere for others to read ( if they so desire ), so heres of the many... Within the silence, my mind watches battles of thought run wil
Comments (0) . Sunday, 23 November 2003

Poetry...

I was talking to a friend earlier about my poetry and told him to check this site for it, then later realised it was no longer on here due to moving the blog to the main site, for anyone looking for my poetry - find it here - http://data.talios.com/?
Comments (0) . Sunday, 23 November 2003