[This one was written for my dad, it was about 1 am on Father's Day morning and I suddenly realised that I didn't have a present for him... so out comes the piece of paper and the memories he had shared with me of picking the site for the house when he was younger and working in a field here... and all the characteritics are true, two trees at the gate, flowerbeds, the hill and a path... I turned out differently from what I expected, and much better than I had hoped, he like it anyway, and thats what counts...] My Home Two trees, the male, the female, the same type and undistinguished from a distance and branded by their similarities. Up close their differences serve to complement each other, as their leaves intermingle above, so their roots intertwine below. A pathway between these gentle two, a stream like path, flowing through the hill, with gentle grace. The roses and gentle flowers and other such soft things, border and complement the path, up to the plateau. The view, seen first by a young boy from a day of labour, loved in an instant, and remembered. The house, not so much built with brick and stones, as with love's strength, always home. My family I see in the path's gentle meandering flowing from the trees, back to the home. The vision my father dreamed as a young boy is part of mine and me forever. Myself, fancifully dreaming that i can see my parents in the two trees that guard my heart and home.	[A little bit of an emotive poem here, I have some rather bitter memories from primary school, and I guess they've kinda haunted me... but, i think thats one of the reason why I do actually write stuff, all it is is a way to get the memories and the anger away from me, and it's working :) This one was from a time where I had gone totally away from, well what I considered childish rhyming, and into a much more open style, but writing this in sing-song rhyme seemed somewhat appropiate... well to me anyway...] Childhood Games I think back to my childhood, Walking around that busy playground, Tears prick my eyes, Reflecting those clear blue skies. I remember searching for you, Like you asked me to, But you hid away, The fears in my heart were to stay. You could have said along the way, That you wanted me to stay away, But I suppose it was more fun, Away from me to run. To watch me looking And to leave me searching. Just another childhood game, Cruelty all the same. 18th July 1999
	[One of the few poems that I've ever written that I've just looked at and said, "Yes! I like this. It makes sense." :) And I still like it, it's all I want for my poems to be... Just looked at the date on it! over a year and a half old.. wow ] A Poet's Wish I write, I try to make, These lines mean Much more than words. With a rhyme Or lilting verse, So much to show, So much to express. If I fail to rhyme, It matters none, A collection of words, A poem is spun. Grouped together, No sense is made, A poem is nothing, A poem - - words remade…. 27th June 1999
	[I wrote a few short little verses just to get the ideas down onto a piece of paper, intending someday to finish them off, I never have, but I always liked this one...] The River Poignant spray splashes up, Trying to escape, Reflecting my hidden tears, But I am trapped by my fate.
[One of a series of poems from one sleepless night, I was feeling very melancholic and was pretty much questioning everything, not seriously even, just raising half questions and running away with them. :)] Entities in the Skies What are we, A life form or not? "Life is nothing, Something bestowed." Really I think, Bestowed upon whom? Upon what and why? By some entity Looking down from the sky? Because we need it? Because it wishes? Because we made, Our fears and delights, Into entities in the skies? 27th June 1999
	[Last day of Second Year... finished an exam (Business Studies I think) about an hour early, (ah the joys of having working in my dads business from when I was tiny), and had about half a page of paper covered in odd bits and pieces by the time the exam was over.. and here's some of it, almost a thank you... to someone... ] Random Memories A breath of air, Through the door, Has told me now, Summer has come once more. A special promise, Brings tears to my eyes, Reminds me of rain, In clear blue skies. There's a kind of hope, In summer rain, Like kisses used, To soothe the pain. 4th June 1999