"We looked in the pet shop window, after having lunch 
with Linda, and Sam.
The little pup placed his paw on the glass.
as my wife reached down with her hand.
The twinkle in her eye i noticed quickly,
it was a reminder when she first looked at me.
Let's be on our way i say. Let's be on our way.
Why? she asked me.
The answer was "A Tragedy."
Your headed for a Tragedy.
We argued for awhile, away went her smile,
i did what i had to do. I'm sure you know of the out come.
We named her Toto 2.
The years have past. They flew by so fast, as we sat sadly by her side.
The future Tragedy i spoke, was of the dog, but my wife was the one who died."

"Another morning without you.
I don't know if i can make it through another day.
You've been here so many days before,
now i just stare, and wish you come to open my closed door.
It's been Gray Days since you left me,
My heart, and soul lost, not knowing where they should be.
As i sit alone with these bare walls that once held memories
of you, and me, pictures of places when in love, and free.
Everywhere i walk my imagination feels your their,
hanging on to my broken heart, that needs to be repaired.
And the sun don't shine.
I stop, surrounded by all the Gray around me,
with tears starting to fall from my face.
Take Away The Gray Days.
Let me see the sun again to bring me back to the days of you, and me.
Please Take Away The Gray Days, and give me back how it used to be.
For now i'll just wait, and pray that you,
Take Away The Gray Days."

We used to light plants on fire
burn our throats, and dry our mouths
roll the windows up
and then we'd take flight

Just young kids fighting their way through the world
together
but you see,
stoner friends differ from real friends
to them it's
just another bowl
just another blunt
just another set of hands to roll the next joint
and just as soon as you think you've fought off the demons
they find their way back home

I used to swallow boxes of pills
invite in the trip, and embrace the weightlessness
dilate my pupils
and then i'd take flight

Just a young girl fighting her way through the world
alone
laying on the bathroom floor
the demons make themselves at home
infesting your mind
and taking over your life

And yet she slumbers,
knowing not what goes through his mind,
and little more of what goes through her own.

Listlessness in terms of what to do,
and what not.

What's there to do when both the kettle and the *** are black?
Is it what many call love?

Why does it feel different than rom-coms
and everything that seems so well to point it out.

Instead, it's a hunger; it's a hunger to do more for the sake of her.
For the sake of self, and more for the sake of the one who created them both.

*Let us pray

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Smart phone paranoia, contagious at best
Has the zombies a stumbling the streets without rest
Transfixed to their cellphones, oblivious to all
By the lure of the Tweet and the Facebook’s enthrall
It’s ironically depressing that with all of this spin
When you download the Apps…the Devil walks in.
They access your contacts, Your banking, your loans
Your credit card details, unravel your phones,
Delve into your Facebook and spy on your life,
Check back through your history and peek at the wife.
They sell all your secrets to bidders galore
And when you go bankrupt… they’ll show you the door.

It’s “Caveat Emptor” or Buyer Beware
‘Cos technology’s clawed onto us by the hair,
It’s the Devil you do or the Devil you don’t
It’s progress with the crowd or resist and you won’t
Compulsion is growing by systems in place
By government, banking and big business pace
Through Google and Apple and Microsoft sway
The data is mined and the marketeer’s pay.
Tomorrow is here and we don’t have a choice
Ya live without Smartphone…ya won’t have a voice.
And the dragnet for data accessed by the Apps
And the sensors and whereabouts GPS tracks,
With the malware evolving to beauteous height
Means ya privacy’s shot and ya turn out the light.*

PS: Beneficium accipere liberatum est vendere
     (To accept a favour…is to sell one’s freedom!)

Marshalg
Waiting for it all to come back and bite me on the ****!
Pukehana
AUCKLAND
21 February 2014

"I spoke to an Angel.
As a matter of fact i shook his hand.
He said a couple i knew asked him to pray over my wife Jo Anne.
Six months was all she had left. No cure was in sight.
So we prayed, and asked Our Father to help us with this fight.
I walked Pastor De Angelus to the door to give thanks, and said goodnight.
He then shook my hand, and said. "Don'y worry, she's going to be alright.
The visit had ended, i'm home, and on the phone.
Talking to the couple giving thanks, and feeling so alone.
For they have no recollection of Pastor De Angelus, and my wife even being their.
Chills went through my spine, as the Pastors name went through my mind.
De Angelus, De Angelus, i questioned myself twice.
The Angel, The Angel, was the answer that came to me that night.
Months went by, and my wife became well.
Doctors could not understand, and Pastor De Angelus was never found.
Never able to tell."