Friday, October 15, 2010

highway. to. heaven.

A cop pulls over a car load of nuns. The cop says, "Sister, this is a 55 MPH highway. Why are you going so slow?"The Sister replies, "Sir, I saw a lot of signs that said 41, not 55." The cop answers, "Oh, Sister, that's not the speed limit, that's the name of the highway you are on!" The Sister says, "Oh! Silly me! Tha...nks for letting me know. I'll be more careful." At this point, the cop looks in the backseat where the other nuns are shaking and trembling. The cop asks, "Excuse me, Sister, what's wrong with your friends back there? They are shaking something terrible." The Sister answers, "Oh, we just got off Highway 101."

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Do you know where they hide the answers?

I'm scared she whispered to her pillow.
It stayed mute.
Unhelpful pillow.

Monday, September 13, 2010

the australian country

the countryside,
its a little burnt,
hot and dry,
tall trees,
in yesterdays sun,
the grass glows,
as it grows,
in yesterdays sun.
the sandy plains,
cultivated with pain,
to grow the crops,
all praise,
in yesterdays sun.

Photos taken by me in the Hunter Valley. One of Australia's wine plains.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


You woke up early today, but the sky was grey, & the air was muggy, & the clouds foretold a storm was coming. Which suited you fine, you felt like a storm today, lightning & thunder can be very good friends in the right measure. But to escape the heat in the air you decided to go for a swim in the ocean. The water was greedy & swallowed you up quickly, but you didnt mind, it felt so natural to be part of the sea. So you swam farther & farther out, till the coast seemed like a sliver floating on the horizon. When you'd swam out very far, you decided you wanted to swim deeper, so you dove into the depth of blue surrounding you. You swam down till your ears hurt from the pressure & you had no breath in your lungs. Then you turned yourself around and started swimming up to the glittering surface. But wait, something is pulling you down! You look at your foot & a sneaky piece of seaweed has wrapped itself around your ankle. You reach down & try to untangle yourself, but the more you struggle the more tangled you become. You look around into the beautiful blue water & try to think of an escape, your lungs are hurting & you want to take a breath. Just then, out the corner of your eye, you see a flicker of movement. You turn to stare a glorious fish. It's bigger then you, and its scales glow & shine a colour you've never seen before, no man or woman has ever seen such iridescence. Its eyes are deep and dark, you can see it is a very old and wise fish. Then it opens its mouth and you hear the fish ask you in a language you've never heard before but still understand;
"Tell me man in my ocean, I have seen many of your kind trapped here in my watery blue, but there is something different about you. Although you may die today your heart still glows bright & your eyes hide a smile. What is it that does this with you?"
And you reply in the same language;
"I have lived my life the best I can, & if it is my time then my soul will always live here in the ocean, but my eyes will live in the heavens and my heart will go to a girl across the sea, and whatever will be, will be."
The fish blinks its eyes and flicks its tail, and says;
"Man in my ocean, i wish to make a gift to thee."
The fish pulls out one of its beautiful glowing scales & hands it to you. The scale shivers and shrinks and you feel it become part of your own skin. Suddenly your lungs no longer burn, you feel the water pass by your skin differently. You feel like you are indeed breathing without air. The wise fish says;
"This is my gift, use it wisely. Breath & love the sea as I have. Take care man in my ocean. You are now part of me."
And with nothing more, the fish disappears as fast as he first appeared. And you float in the sea that no longer feels like a sea, in water you can now breath. The seaweed releases your ankle & you start swimming back to shore without the need to surface. You swim very fast, but you didnt get back till well after eight. You step onto the beach, & you already miss the ocean. You want to call you girl across the water and tell her about the magical fish & how you can now breath underwater. But you know she is asleep, so you decide to tell her tomorrow, & head back to your cabin, number 16, so you can change & go to eat dinner.

Thursday, August 19, 2010


As I prepare myself for sleep,
Count to five,
My eyelids drop,
I realise my heart does weep.

For these eyes that sleep now do claim,
Did not see you since yesterday,
They did not view; Your smile so rich,
Your eyes so warm,
and your lips so tender.

So what am I to do in these late hours of slumber?,
But dream; Of your hands on my skin,
Your breath on my cheek,
And the soft words 'I love you' on my ears.

So I drift so peacefully in memories of
Past realities,
Into slumbers waiting arms,
Accompanied by visions so blissful,
I wish to dream of nothing more,
But our reality.


I know the trees do quake and shiver,
Their leaves silent in their wake,
As they gaze in idle and await,
For the glowing moment on my screen does appear an image,
For a wish to embrace.

So time ticks on and I grow strong,
For a heart is my only want till dawn,
So here I'll wait for the time,
When you emerge from your life afar,
To spend some time with the girl across the sea.

Green eyes affixed to the screen,
Silent gaze in eager pain,
For moments,
For words exchange.

So love and trees sit,
Quiet in the night,
For your return and your care.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

long time. no. c.

Premonitions of lost things,
Of places I've never been,
I'm looking for my thoughts,
in the wishing well.
I threw them away,
And wished for something else that day.
Laughter to a joke unheard.
Whispers in deaf ears.
Searching for my wishes in my thoughts.
The earth is looming,
The heaven's dooming.
Searching, turning, flying, falling.
Holding hands with yesterday,
Kissing sunrise dawning.
Its lonely at the bottom of the well,
Come visit me if you find a way,
I'll wait for you here today,
But tomorrow you'll have to find another way.


Sunday, January 10, 2010

Dictionaries spell out disaster.

Picture: This is where the trolls live

Me: 'I wish I had more time to appreciate all the little things in life.'

Mother: 'But then you probably wouldn't appreciate them.'

Me: 'So retirement for you is basically going to be a decade or two of bored un-appreciation?'


I had drinks and hung out with my friends boyfriends pack of chums last night, he lives in an apartment on Williams st across from club 77. From the roof turned pooled terrace, you could see all the way across Hyde Park to the CBD and Kings Cross on the other side. I said I'd happily massacre the family just for the view. There may be a restraining order in the works.


I looked up massacre in the dictionary (my spelling is atrocious)
I found the definition made me chuckle, not 100% sure why. This probably wasn't the intention of the authors, I'm sure it should instill a general sense of horror & inhumanity.

massacre |ˈmasikər| noun
  • an indiscriminate and brutal slaughter of people : the attack was described as a cold-blooded massacre | she says he is an accomplice to massacre.
  • informal a heavy defeat of a sports team or contestant.
verb [ trans. ]
  • deliberately and violently kill (a large number of people). See note at kill .
ORIGIN late 16th cent.: from French, of unknown origin.

....... Maybe if I looked up the the word "bunny," or "daffodil," I might find my misplaced sense of horror for 'massacre,' hmm