Life is like an ocean,

Looks down with ever watchful eyeAt tiny specks on the groundMoving shadow its only give awayThen down it swoops on its prey

a cry ignored for too many years,but in the midst of desperationthreats of violence rears its headscenes of anguish and conflict farein a soul, which wonders if anyone really cares.Far from being a lonely cryhundreds, maybe thousandsthe fate of this lonely soul share.We ask ourselves how can this be.Sadly, the welfare of us all is…

you’ve never been before?That everything seems familiar,that in fact, you had been there before,but you know it is the first time.You recognise the landscapesand places dotted here and there.You think maybe I have been here before,only I must have forgotand now revisiting has brought it all back,or could it be a touch of déjà vu,or…

How many times laterhave we regretted to ourselvesfor being blind to what was there?A human weakness I am afraid.We only look at what is obviousand not what lies hidden there.Only seeing what we want to see,then realising there was something more,only when it is too late,and we’ve learned the score.

let the sun come out to play.The sun being expensivethat shilling won’t last that longand soon the rain will come backand the sun will fade away.I searched my pockets,and hunted high and lowfor another shilling for the meter,but there wasn’t one there.So we are stuck with rainfrom Monday and Sunday now,unless someone out therehas another…

With some changesa bad element move inand spoils it for everyone.Some things grow at a slow rate,while others grow too fast.Those that grow slowlyseem more pleasurablethan those that swell overnight.Some things need to change,while others really don’t.When change happensto the things that don’tit looses its personality.6 September 2008