Through the darkness of an old building

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

lies as a marker for a solder buried therein the haste of battle.No more will he see the joy againwithin his loved ones eyes.No more will he feel the tears on his cheeksas they leak down from his eyes.His is just a lonely gravethat is crying out for a namelike hundreds there with just a…

that dance in the wind.Flags of many nations,if were united as onewould bring peaceto every beleaguered land.When we realisewe can be proud of our flagand respect someone else’s one.Only then, the seeds of peacewill start to be sown,and the world will cravewars no more.24 May 2008

creating within itour own mystery.Within the guise of many,we still try to hide our all.We pretend to be the one,but in fact,we are always the many.Our name remainsalways the samewith just a touch of mystery.22 May 2008

as love’s sweet surrender callswhile the sun sets and evening falls.Here we stand as time is stilledby our warm embrace;the world we knew is goneleft without a trace.We are left to be swallowedby shadows when they call,left alone in our dreamsof love and sweet surrender.3 October 2009

unfortunately none are paved with gold.We have to make our own riches,for when we do we appreciate them more.If we were given wealth untold,we would not appreciate it.Better to earn our money,we then appreciate it more.Money can buy many things,with that I will agree,but money cannot buy everything,and those word are also true.It cannot buy…