My Pug Marks

John Howard: Hey Melanie! how u doin my sweet girl? Melanie: Am cool dad, how bout u? JH: This Haneef business is killing me sweety... M: Awww..my poor old dad, take a look at this u wud luv it! JH: Holy Christ, its the new i phone!!! where did ya get this from? M: Rowan's friend sent it for me..as a compliment from USA. JH: But sweety..this works only in US. Those AT & T people are yet to launch it in Australia... M: No worries dad..I've got a special SIM, that guy has links in AT & T u know ;) JH: Oh yea..cool !!! Who is this guy? M: Oh..some 2nd cousin of Bin Laden... John Howard faints... LATER IN A PRESS MEET...

What if it was frozen? All thoughts captured, A bubble still half ruptured. A photographic image, In which I could move alone on the stage. An essence of thought, A scheming plot. A mental siege, Half proliferating disease. A half turned turn, An incomplete burn. Death on face, Embarrassing disgrace. All frozen in time, A resonating chime. What do I see? Common to thee. That all are lost, In incomplete thoughts. Thoughts of time, In quantized packets sublime.

It rains. Washing things down. Putting dirt to rest. Paving new grounds. And a low far away grumble, Of the perturbed world's last fight, From the dark clouds oozes hope... For a determination, immovable and non stop. It rains. It rains to ferment action, From all and sundry, Atoning the sins of cryptic quandry. It rains. Yes, it rains - calming and slow, Not a loud trumpet, But a powerful majestic bellow. Alleviating anonymous thoughts of pain... Finally, it rains.