Ever since day 1 he was truly determined to play,
If I met him our friendship would never decay,
I once did volleyball myself whenI was younger,
Winning a single game won't satisfy his hunger,
I would run with him on that mountain every day,
I would see to it that he never feels grey,
I would want to be his greatest friend without drama,
But that spot has been taken by Kageyama,
They teach us how even enemies can become great allies,
Everyone of their games together are quite a surprise,

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To  get hurt is to get tough
Let this pain make me man enough
It’s so easy to say, “I’m weak and lazy”
Than to fight my hell out to life-so-easy

WhenI look at the man in the mirror
I can’t look in his eyes for so much bitter
I numb myself to my utmost core
I feel nothing anymore

The facade of perfection
When in truth: filth and self-destruction
Seems so happy without the pain
Why not choose: seems in pain, but truly happy

The brave get killed, but once in his life
The coward lives, have everything, but life

The poor are suffering mate
In the city of Canberra
You see they sit there with hats
Waiting for someone to give 'em cash
You see it is cold in winter
And every day they will suffer
Yeah while the rich are drinking
Wine and talking
I know it is there perogative
To go out to people's houses
While the homeless are suffering every day then
The rich will take their skis
Down the snow
Which is fun but the poor are colder than them
You see they have hot soup
Cause it is a necessity
But the homeless only get it
Once a week
And fat people eat up their sugar
While the homeless are
Having problems every day
They want to have heaps of food
But they have to find a open shelter
I think people are fools ya see
Because they don't give a ****
For the poor
They sit in their rich houses
Saying **** the poor 3 times very fast just to show us
They don't give a ****
You see on Anzac Day
As all the diggers march
Saying the war was a bad place to be
But each homeless person
Suffers every day and night
And as they march they feel like yelling out hey diggers aren't suffering mate like we are suffering now
You don't care for our welfare at all
You see as we walk in the streets of this cold city
We see suffering in the hands of the poor
Nobody really cares unless
They are wanting these people to leave them alone
I always give money to the homeless because wheni I
Go to my nice warm house
There are loads of people without
The right wing government doesn't really care and
The rich who have everything
Really don't care despite taking
5 cents out of 1 million each week
You see the homeless are suffering mate
And we need to help them
Even if they buy ***** with it
Who flaming well cares
Just as long as they get what
They want
You see the people who
Complain drink as well
So why do they complain about
The homeless doing it
No let's help each homeless person 1 at a time
Because they deserve more than people with houses

I am what I am
The best I can be
Climb higher and higher...
The voices in my head tell me
Reach the highest point
How high? How far? I ask
whenI is enough?
I thrive in determination
I'm hungry for life
The life of today, tomorrow ...endlessly

When I think of the colour pink I dream
Dream of sugar spinning to loud music at the fair.
Pink dresses with tiny pink socks on babies
with vivid blue eyes and golden blond hair.
WhenI think of blue I think of sand, pebbles and castles
made from dry, hot sand with a blue sky draping overhead.
The blue in our flag, standing proud over the palace
The stitching on my blanket around my bed.
When I think of yellow,oh I dream of lands far away
tropical beetles, butterflies and giant leaves.
Shores made from ice cream and cherries,
stuff that actually nobody believes.
When I see lilac and lavender it reminds me of peacocks
parading their anger with  beauty for all to admire.
Ribbons at Christmas draping the fireplace
and waving to the heat and glow of the open fire.
What do you see?

How can you love me when I can mean?
How can you love me when I can cruel?
How can you love me whenI can be heartless?
How can you love me when I can be offensive?
How can you love me when I don't go outside a lot and you do?
How can you love me when I'm anti social?
How can you love me when I'm not good at talking to people?
So how is it you can love me?
How can you love somebody like me?
How is it possible you don't ask me to change?
How is it you don't ask me to be better?
It's unusual
How is it myself is good enough for you?
How is it you can see a good in me that I can't see myself?
You see a me that I've never met before
How is this so?
You look in my eyes and tell me I'm beautiful
How did this come to be?
How is it I feel that you deserve so much better and you believe there is none better than me?
How is it you came to save me?
I'm so thankful for you
I'm in love with you
For every flaw and every perfection
Thank you for loving me even when I couldn't love myself

Long long time ago when I was a  little boy.
WhenI felt the world is too tough and rough.
I was bullied and had no big brothers.
My mama told me when all doors are shut.
One would be always open.
When you lose every support God would be there
to dry your tears.
So I did and felt better.
But time flows and I feel the rough edge of life.
And I prayed.
But I don't feel any solace as if this door has been shut.
Then I realize God is not up in heaven.
He is down some where amongst the poor and oppressed,
Some where a man feels lost as he does not have resources
to provide food and shelter for his family.
Where children are hungry and mother can only cry.
where innocent loses their life and some body cries why.
My prayer is shallow and selfish and it can't reach you.
As you are not in heaven  you are down with all these people
to offer solace and support.
So I feel better.

IT IS AT ONCE

( for Monica )

It is at once
nothing and everything.

A simple incident
on meeting.

"Your shoelace is open
Mr. Dempsey."

she tells him in case he
shoud fall or stumble.

"I know that love
but I can't get down to it."

So, Monica Sweeney
kneels and ties

my father's undone shoelace.

This simple act of compassion
and respect for his age

achieves for him
almost Biblical proportions.

It's almost insignificance
a tiny treasure."

"It was like being Christ..."
he will tell me after as

only he could tell it
each telling bringing tears.

"...having his feet dried
by Mary Magdalene's hair."

Even in his dying
he will recall it

" that lady helped me
whenI couldn't help myself

she was kindness itself"

It was at once
everything and nothing

They say im a bad guy
For noticing all lies
They got us fooled
With fake wise
Open up your eyes
Youll see the sunrise
Shaft of light
For your mind
Shadows of times
Reflectin' off your moves
Which proves
This aint what ya body
Should be used to
News crews breakin' fuse
Open the breaker box
N you'll see all the plots
Darkness works best at opposites
Earth is a mirror of hell
Trapped in a jail
Cell with no bail
When will we yell
Out for a help
Too many swimming in pawns
Like mike phelps
Trying to achieve a
Gold medal
Only to settle
With a broken wing
As the skies sing
A beautiful melody
But we tuned out
Natures sound cuz we
Penitentiary bound
By these evil spirits
Who worship the ground
Moloch to Bohemian
Grove owls appearin on death tolls
Read the scrolls
On tv watch them expose and scold
A world of perfection
But wheni see reality
I see imperfection