With no access to the net at work, I sat for a few days with nothing to do – except write the odd poem in my phone.

Staring at you There is nothing. Nothing… Why should I feel nothing for the sake of you? Why should my emptiness be my bane for your own amusement Pleasure, want, worth… nay… for your comfort. Nothing… Why should I touch nothing as I lay unveiled in the evening Eyes wide and yet closed to all… Nothing

For my fave Aussie 🙂

Running wild, galloping hooves Terrain a blur to my straining eyes Muscles tensing, exploding power Fighting lungs, searing breath Faster, faster, faster Free! Tethered down, stomping hooves Dream a blur in my waking memory Muscles… Freedom

Take my mailfriends profile, try to make it short and to the point… and here’s what you get… from me anyway

Living them. Knowing them. Seeing them. Lies are a fact of life it seems, Mona brought me this one this morning, bless her.

This one slips into the "life" category. If anyone reflects and can’t feel this feeling – can’t associate with the moment, then believe me, you have a whole lot of life to live yet.

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I hope this one speaks for itself

Inspired by something read on worldm8’s – probably needs more work…. definately needs more work.. oh darnit!