Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Friends are just ghosts from a moment in time
Part of this life (or this pantomime) 
Some only "Bit Parts" that breeze on through
Others through storms are still loyal and true
Years are the tests for the ones who were real
Those with a feeling of how you might feel
Others just cling to a desperate past
From a time within time not intended to last
When friends who were friends are not friends anymore
It shows that they weren't friends before 

Friday, June 10, 2016

In Spirit

The white man came to our land
He would not leave us alone
We prayed but he demanded
But he terrorised our home
Our buffalo he slaughtered 
Our trees he brought to ground
No singing filled these meadows 
Just the gun fires deafening sound
And the white man he grew stronger
With his guns he won, says he!
He put our land in shackles 
This land no longer free
So our blood enriched these soils
And our spirits filled the air
The White man says he killed us
Yet we are forever there 

Sunday, June 5, 2016

A Different View

Sometimes, you just have to turn on it. Raise the finger... Not give a shit. Do whatever the "normal" don't. Go wherever the others won't. If you feel like you don't belong, then take a chance on the labelled "Wrong" As what's bad for them may be right for you... So try out a different view