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Do you want to hear my story?
Be careful, it might be so scary.
I had written it in my diary,
It is all about me and a ghost who is fiery.

At peak of night, i heard a knocking sound,
But when i opened the door, no one was around.
Then confused by the mystery, i closed the door,
And i was shocked to see foot marks on my floor.

A droplet of sweat trickled down from my face,
While my heart beat has increased its pace.
I paced on to search my whole house,
But i found only dirty clothes and few mouse.

Then i felt icy air which made me shiver,
But sweat flowed in my body like a river.
It was the first time i felt fear,
To express it, i began to shed tears.

I thought it might be a ghost,
And thinking about it my body was frost.
I thought it might be an ghoul,
who has come to take my soul.

My lips became too dry to speak,
And i really don't know whom to seek.
When i looked around, there was no noise,
Then i heard a cold and rough voice.


When i turned back, i saw a ugly man,
Who was hanging in my ceiling fan.
You know seeing him was no fun,
So, i took off my heels to run.

He caught me but his hand was warm,
I woke up and found it was mom.
So, don't worry, it is just a horror dream,
I am happy here, drinking coffee with a cream.

God has created every heart in pair
I know you have got my other part sweet heart.
When I look into your eyes
I find the meaning of my life!!
when I imagine you by my side, all of my sadness is gone
I feel light as like as cloud.
Your smile bring me back into the life
your touch make me feel alive again.
Ohh..my sweet heart, you are the queen of my heart
I wish to find you someday by my side
My cute sweet heart...
I can wait for you forever.

When We Danced

Soft gentle stare
Warm tender touch
You took my hand
And we danced

Arms around me
Light dragging moves
Cheek warm against mine
Breathing deep from the soul

Long have I searched
Finally I have found
When you took my hand
And we danced

The sun is rising, peeking above the water.
It’s the beginning of a brand new day.
A gentle breeze is coming off the ocean.
I love the way it makes the palm trees sway.

Taking life, slow and easy
On the island where it’s warm and breezy
Never a worry, never a care
A piece of paradise
So beautiful and rare.

As I go walking, barefoot along the shoreline.
I love the feeling of my toes in the sand.
Living here on this island paradise,
I realize this is simply who I am.

Taking life, slow and easy
On the island where it’s warm and breezy
Never a worry, never a care
A piece of paradise
So beautiful and rare.

The day is done; the sun melts in the water.
I head off to bed with a smile on my face.
Snuggled in your arms tonight, my lady,
This is paradise regardless of the place.

Living life, slow and easy
This may sound just a little bit cheesy
There’s never a worry, never a care
You’re my paradise
So beautiful and rare.

The feeling ..hard to explain
I recognise myself only in name
the sense of self merely a shell
the only feeling - living in hell

The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight
as sleeplessness reigns yet another night
So much to live for but lacking foresight
straying towards wrong - rarely the right

Desire to push the self destruct button
knowing full well result equals nothing
hoping like hell this night won't be long
hoping to find the will to be strong

Relentless struggle tomorrow will bring
and maybe the bell of hope will ring
may it chime really loud penetrating my mind
and reach the place it's destined to find

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

I hear you
I knew

too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so

Surrendered you did to your
cries

sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone



flick your such
blanket anger

spread your'e unknown

It is you....your chance to make a difference

sleep well in the hell

now you are dead

It is so dark in the forest of concrete and steel.
I sense the rushing busy souls without feel
I can hear the shouting and cries of despair
I can smell the new days danger in the air
I know my lonesome way to stay free
but one day I follow the calling
for my soul and she !

Did you hear that poor old John died? asked the swaggie of his mate
Somewhere up the North they tell me, he was in a sorry state.
It seems he was still searching for that bird he spoke about
And it was on some lonely highway his old ticker just gave out.

Yeah, I heard something about that Bill the other swaggie said
I never thought I'd live to hear the news that John was dead
For a stronger man I've never seen in all my roving days
Determined, grim and resolute, yet kind in all his ways.

Now it's time I hit the road mate, gotta make ten miles today
So I'll see you round the traps some time, good luck.oh by the way
I was passing where they'd buried John, Bill to his mate then said
And I chanced to see his marker, the inscription on it read

"There lies beneath this mound of earth a mate a bird done wrong
The victim of a broken heart was John..from Wollongong".

Full moon,
Hiding behind the
Veils of a dark witch…
Poetry is a spell of
Thought, of art
Playing with
Shadows of a
Sculpture of
A frozen music…
An enigma of
Time rendering
Abstract halos…
Clouds lighted
By the moon
Are witches
Chanting and dancing…
A seer has opened
His scroll ……
Poems are slowly
Making the moon
Disappear …..