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Relentless sun beats down
on a side street off
Broadway,
highlighting the silent
clinging duo as they
sit on a bench.
Both dedicated followers
of Gothic fashion,
resplendent in black,
together in body only,
holding on in hopeless
anticipation.
He is waiting for an answer . . .
she is waiting for something
else . . .something sad . . .
and inevitable.
Her face gives it all…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on May 22, 2012 at 23:11 — No Comments
Shining brightly through a window
comes the morning . . . comes the day,
night's dead hours have surrendered,
done and dusted . . . passed away.
Another chance to shed some light
on life . . . and love . . .
to have sunlight in your eyes,
and know that life's worth living,
for love to be still lingering
just an outstretched hand away.
Morning opens yet another door,
push through . . . leap before you…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on May 16, 2012 at 23:39 — No Comments
Once upon a time . . . this land was your land,
this land was my land, and well before that
the Aborigines had it ( that was well before we
took it off them )
Now. . .this land is the developers land
paddocks are shrinking, trees falling by the wayside,
bush going the way of all cash.
'Smash everything and rebuild'
the song of the concrete criminals
echoing left, right, and centre, flowing
unhindered far and wide to cover,…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on May 5, 2012 at 11:07 — 1 Comment
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