Tragedy

Solemn, sinister wreath rubbish.
At eleven a.m, I sat in silence, alone
And thought of the...

I wrote this work of art from the back seat of your car
Sitting in disbelief
How could this...

Another senseless massacre, has happened yesterday;
Twelve blessed innocent people, mowed down in a...

I wake up in the morning, and turn on the local news,
To see what is happening in the world, and all...

A pretty mermaid sunbathed
On an isolated crystal rock
On Chao Phraya River
In...

Dear dad,
it's very sad,
to tell you that;
please don't be mad,
and play with...

Dedicated to the 11 innocent victims of yesterday’s massacre.

Saturday is the Sabbath, for all...

'Three hundred and twelve'
days in a haze.
Somberly pondering
methods of escape....

Just below the South Summit
Sits the mountaineer, Rob Hall
In his red fleece jacket
...

She sleeps on a bed of snow
In the area known as The Death Zone
Her last words linger in the...

Your honesty gets torn away
replaced by ideals and norms.
Your thougts change, you no longer...

I got a feeling my dad was looking down on me
If he did he would see mum and myself on the settee...

I remember when as a lad, folks would get baby chickens at Easter time;
We used to touch and play...

You once said

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard

Yet most of us never...

Up until some days ago, the name Florence was dear to my artistic heart;
For since the early...

To the land, this sad soul gave his worth away,
That it seemed everyday he was plowing,
Each...