did u hear
what the president did this year? and do u fear that the ending is drawing near? twin towers now a blanket of dust dead flowers on the graves of the just how many more will they send off to war for the right to explore oil on foreign shore? i’m not down anymore i’m making a change taking it upon Myself to rearrange and i know they’ll call me strange but knowledge is the most valuable exchange soon we will all agree that **** cheney should hang his head in shame
they brought our soldiers home just to replace them with drones.
George HW Bush has left the room
For the last time we salute his duty Save be it the last image of his bloom The red, white and blue his beauty Stars and stripes live on forever In our heartbeats his wonderful space We honor his service and endeavour For preserving our country's better place From dedicated soldier to president His passion for his country took flight For he was always there ... a present In fighting for his country to shine bright Now his mission over leaves us blessed The fourty first link's mettle was impressed Logan Robertson 12/05/2018
Thankyou Mr. Bush for steming into a bloom, reaching heights in this garden we call life. In this country's bed of flowers, one stood always awake, watching over the others.
The bushland calls
Of my childhood dreams Amongst the wild My soul it, sings The gentle breeze light upon the skin Sun upon my face it welcomes me in To the lands of summers Though now long gone Memories of the heats haze With a white juvenile horse Within a closed off field it lay But young and free it was born Birds flying high above Shielding the rays of the sky Perfectly clear a crystal bright blue Not a single cloud in sight Fields filled with nothing But the dirt beneath our feet Dull patches of green and yellow Amongst cattle it feeds A rooster it crows loud The chooks begin to run As bruce, a little staffy Chases them about Work shed full of tools Covered by a rusted tin roof Parked beside it old barrols And a broken down ute Stone walls of the house To keep it cool inside Spread across the cold floors A reddish brown cowhide Worn down leather couch Out upon the front porch An eski filled with stubbies Where the boys had their "talks" I feel the memories flooding back This peacefulness, this sense of home Hours pass by within seconds Losing myself in the zone My footsteps have long faded with time As has my name once carved upon the gumtrees The white stallion no longer grazes near by Nor do the same cattle dwell in that field Worn down by time and way of the land Though I do intend to return again To share the beauty of this place Drawn back by the old fate The day melts away like the snow And I hear my parent calling my name This place will forever be my second home Because I know here, I'll never be alone
The only place I can feel truly free Under the hot glaze of the sun
It starts with a seed: small and dark
It starts to grow: a stem and a thorn It grows some more: twisting inward on itself Now its a bush: one that smothers It has sharp thorns and soft, black leaves. they ***** out all of the light It tightens around something soft. you cant feel it but you sense it You keep watching the plant as it grows once it was a seed, now a still growing plant until one day... ...you cant... ...breathe...
You chased I ran You yelled I turned You swung I ducked You huffed I pushed The back of your ankle caught on the underside of a gnarly root You twirled I watched. You screamed I watched.. You bled I watched... You gasped at air I watched.... The old jagged branch penetrated through your squishy eye and kissed the back of your skull blood burst and squirted while the rise and fall of your chest slowed and your body grew cold A rose bush was born amidst the clutches of an early winter I left You haunted I cried You permeated I stayed silent You spoke in my dreams I know they found you I visit and leave you flowers But I am through, I finally convinced myself that it's not my fault.
night in the river sun today is the day river night and I went home again and the house consisted of flowers flowers soared into the sky and the sky began to sing again that song began to sing which I lost I again became a bush 28.06.18
I watch stars come out at night
These days they are my only friends Giving me hope when all I have found Are empty hallways strewn with dead ends I look for an omen or sign To tell me it's not too late A burning bush will never appear It's not meant to be, still I wait