The Walrus and The Carpenter When I was young I thought The Carpenter was angry that The Walrus had EATEN all the oysters. What I did not realize was that The Carpenter was angry that The Walrus had eaten ALL the oysters.

Dreaming of you, in technicolor hue – Beaming with the peace of today’s Freedom. Reborn once again, out from Ashes, of Hellfire’s spread. Australia – You’ve lead, Me toward the end, of my strain. Your accessible shores, Beckon with a Siren’s call that warns, of…

Into the misty woods, I followed him. His dark black wings beat and rustled up the night air. Drawn by passion, encouraged by curiosity, deeper and deeper we went until I questioned my sanity. Who would follow a winged stranger by moonlight? Silence. An arm…

At the bottom of the bottle, He took off the mask and began to cry. He couldn’t drink enough these days to end the suffering. His heart felt a strange heat,  dragging up out of him a hidden longing He let his eyes rest on…

If I ever had the chance To sit upon a throne I would be ever grateful To have a kingdom of my own I don’t want a massive empire I’m not too OTT But I myself would like a small Island kingdom just for me…

I’m over it Not writing But performance I feel alone Like no place is home. I’m tired And I just don’t know If I can mass produce The energy it takes To maintain this smile upon my face It all feels incredibly fake And again…

Somewhere out there there’s a place called home where I’m free to be me without judgment or scorn. Somewhere out there there’s a place I can breathe where I’m loved and accepted for who I be. My inner compass is set to north I check…

A last shot final phase running on full glaze a whirred out notion tied up to the hilt of guilt and smile– let it rip run terrify until the magnifier loses its lens a plastic handle left in hand. You’ve got this. Keep it up…

I imagine New Zealand is like the Lord of the Rings filled with wizards and dwarfs expansive landscapes mountains that reach the heavens   White people with funny accents close to Australian but not quite   Their own brand of racism something that I can…

Into the realms of darkness and despair is where I typically reside. But in my heart lies a soul wishing to live in the sunshine.