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'

In death we join youAs blood flows from our freshly cut woundsThis releaseThis freedom from thoughtBrings peace.

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?

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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/?

Ever since I started thinking about getting a synth again my heads been full of disturbing melodies and disjointed lyrics, its kinda strange, and I'm thinking of getting a voice recorder again as well just to keep track of random thoughts and lyrics

Just tidying up the flat for moving and came accross the following scribbed down on a piece of paper, not sure how old it is, but here it is... Screaming mercy on the wind I shout obscenities to the sky Why have I come to such a place I trusted

Mmmm, just got a short riff and vocal line suck in my head which turned itself into the starting of a song/tune, man, I really need to get myself a keyboard or something to start getting musicially creative... Are you listening? why are you not l