Death's Choice I am the Inavoidable Yet when I steal you are surprised I am the Judge And you think you're the jury that cries You do not choose Who lives and who is dead But you let fear take a grasp and hold of your head Are you afraid of dying Because its not something you can avoid I am death And your time line is my choice

The Action Taken. We fall, trapped in a cage They call it footage Some one watching, camera out Not helping the helpless about Bombers vests Ignorant mess Fires blaze Recorder in a daze Earth quake Photographs to take Gun fire Picture is liar Tsunamis Flood Tripod still stood Catastophic reaction Lights, Camera, Action.

The Creeps In Your Toothbrush Its just a habit You dont give us a second thought You just add toothpaste And a drop of water and prop open your jaw Then you start scubbing And our fun begins A hundred bristles chattering About your personal #life and sins We seen you after breakfast Darling, plain wheatabix is boring! But who can be creative When they're tired from hubby snoring Ooh salad for lunch I hope thats salad creme on the side Or did you have Office John for dessert agin? Under his desk, is that where you hide? You had oysters and spinach for dinner But you dont like that food! Was it dinner with the inlaws again? I hope this time they weren't rude. And for Tea it looks like popcorn... Were you at the movies Did you go alone Or bring carwash man who always calls you sexy suzie? We only ever see you A total of four minutes a day But we know all the secrets You wouldn't open your mouth to say.

A Love Letter To Domnu. I spent a moment in the night Whispering to the wind, testing its might I told it of how i knew the gods were listening And how they only spoke from when people they were missing I told them I knew that *Domnu clued in the talks too And when I did so the wind, slightly stronger it blew I know it was her way of telling me she was there But not to tell the other gods, her, they could not bear But as the gods took there rest I still staired into the night Knowing one god could never,rest peacefuly, her light And although her light was a shadow that cast around I wished her to sleep and did not whisper to wake her with my sound. Sometimes I whisper to her and she responds with the winds sway And I wonder did she even ask to be this way? *Domnu: Irish pre-celtic godess that could perhaps be compared with the devil. She was the god of ugliness and evil.

Untitled This Shall remain untitled Like many head stone graves This shall remain untitled Like the kings sister In old Days This shall remain untitled But will be remembered by the few And although they remain untitled They are still important to me and you.