In a world where nothing is ugly,

I am leaving in the morningon a convict shipto a place called Botany Bay.My only crimewas that of loving you.I stole from the Gentryto keep our bellies fed,got caught and sentencedto go away,far across the seato a place called Botany Bay.5 April 2008

and a lot of strife.I wanted at timeswas to be left alone in my own company,but always people wanted to crowd me,for what reason I’m not sure.I still long for peace and quietsomething I never seem to get.I want to sit and dream at timeswithout being disturbed.However, that is easier said than donefor every quiet…

They do them not for gain,money or fame,nor for any gratification,but because they want to do them.They have the insight of what might happenif something is not done.When once it is finishedinto obscurity, they melt away.They never talk abouttheir achievement to anyone,not even those closest to them,but let time fade it away.It is only when…

so I go there and live my life so.We were happy and in love,but someone else enticed her away.I got home one day and she was gone.She had left me for anotherwith no reason why.Now I want to knowwhere do the broken-hearted goand I will join them there.Elvis once sang of the heartbreak hotel.I wonder…

As you move along a bit furtherthere is brick missingleaving a hole in the wall.Curiosity gets the better of youand you bend down to take a peekat what ever is on the other side.Because I am a great big meanie,I’m not telling you what was there.11 February 2008

but she is never far away.Our hands have never touched,but our hearts have,through our wordsthat bring comfort and console.We are not related,but a big brother she thinks I am.She is always writingabout this distant friend.So now is my chanceto write one for her.I hope when she reads itshe will get a silly grin.29 June 2007