On A January Day

Brown butterflies dancing in the sun and the breeze
On a January day close to thirty degrees
The brown grass looks lifeless and the countryside as dry as it has ever been
And only the trees and the bushes look green
The air full of the buzzings of flies and of bees
And the wallabies shelter from the sun in the shade of the trees
For many weeks El Nino has been around
Sucking every dropp of moisture from the ground
In places miles distant and in places near
In the news every day of more bushfires we do hear
In these times of Climate Change many creeks are bone dry
And the sun shining hot in the clear and blus sky
And everywhere brown and dry nothing is growing
And thistledown in the winds of Summer blowing.

On the way of growing up

After four-year study in a big city far from home, Sophy thought it was a piece of cake for her to manage her life after graduate. Well, many unexpected trifles came once she moved out campus.

1) Finding an apartment

2) Traffic

3) Cooking

4) Gathering with friends in home

5) Sleep in an apartment alone

6) Missing home and parents

To be continue

All in a days work.

I open my eyes
And take a breath
And thank the lord
For this day iv never
Seen. this day in which
Ill never see again. I walk
To the closet I grab my
Shirt grab my tie put on
My pants.I wash my
Face an reality sets in
The issues of the day have
Began to set in. I jump
In the car an I smash on
The gas away I go to this place
Of torment I call job repetitive
Day in day out the same people
The same stail jokes, same dead
Issues but its all in a days work
That I must endure I want Moore
That this Moore that what status quoe says is needful no Moore days
Like this change is in me the problems not the people the problem is me...thought if you do the same thing the same way every day you can't expect change but ill
It again as I said once before its
All in a days work..
Make the most of it.

the love will help you

Five-year-old brother, Hank, and parents work together to the forest, suddenly began to rain, but they only brought a poncho. Poncho dad to the mother, mother to the brother, gave his brother Hank. Hank asked: "Why my father to the mother, mother to the brother, my brother gave me?" Dad replied: "Because of a strong father than her mother, brother powerful than her mother, brother, you are powerful than you . we will compare the protection of the weak. Hank looked around, ran to open poncho to keep the wind and rain in a delicate flowers sway in the wind above.
　　The strong real is not necessarily effective, or more money, but he was there to help others. Responsibilities will allow us to do so complete, so that we would love to do a good job.

Sleep

I feel sleepy when all are awake
In the bright sun-bathed golden dawn
All have left their early bed
The sun hasgone high above
In the sky the soft cloud becomes hot
The rose plant on the earth goes dry
I feel a drowsiness I dont know why.....

I got a response
From my mistress
I got a hello from my wife
I got a love letter from my ex-ladylove
Which I regarded as sheer nonsense

I feel drowsy all the morn
I feel drowsy everywhere
Life is boring, life is dull
You know I have none to share.

Painted in words

Let my life be written with words that come together like colors to paint a tragic image. With each letter let me draw a moment. Loose track of years days minutes.
To abuse rhetoric to its very limit. So that I may reveal my eternal love’s secrets.

Held captive in my poems by words that my heart expelles through my eyes.
Same words the slip by my tongue run to my lips and shoot out of my mouth

let it be known that me and the sun are no longer friends
that art is no longer art and music I cant no longer comprehend