They wander by,
so unaware of the
torment
they inflict.
It lasts
only seconds
but unlocks the way to
a feeling of
emptiness
that can't be
subdued by their image.
And they pass again,
their nameless faces
securing a place in
the list
of those who aided our
decent.
Take away water
and I feel thirst.
Take it away forever
and I die.
Take away food
and I feel hunger.
Take it away forever
and I die.
Take away my sight
and I feel fear.
Take it away forever
and I'm dependent.
Take away my hearing
and I feel isolation.
Take it away forever
and I'm lost.
Take away my voice
and I feel deserted.
Take it away forever
and I'm forgotten.
I am nothing more
than human,
and I write this to you now
while I still can.
Observations from Civic Park by josha-foy, literature
Literature
Observations from Civic Park
A city that pretends to be busy,
cars on the move try to
divert your eyes from
the trees and grass.
Amongst the humming of motors
and the occasional conversation,
is heard the chirping of birds
and the splatter of running water.
A city that pretends ....
old buildings trying to stand
as tall as they can,
like a younger sibling being
measured on a wall,
try to divert your eyes from the
vast blue sky that stretches
out to sea,
past the beaches in nearly
every direction.
Two travelers with far to go
moving forward with no set intentions
find themselves drowning in
the flow of freedom.
Roads lead to no end
following the setting sun
to escape the dark
of the night sky.
Endless options lead to indecision
and the destructive power of opinion
two travelers with far to go
lead each other in circles.
A meaningless generation
composed of dropkicks
in straight brimmed hats,
teenagers chasing the next scene,
alcohol turned candy
and
a world smaller than ever before.
We're the children of people
who lived for freedom
and saw Led Zeppelin in their prime.
We are left here searching
for our own meaning in
books and songs.
Trying to understand our world
in between mindlessly entertaining
each other and
despising those around us.
We are pointless.
We are strangely unashamed.
We are today.
Caffeine and benzylpiperazine by josha-foy, literature
Literature
Caffeine and benzylpiperazine
At this time I should be in bed,
but i'm in the loungeroom alone instead,
i'm feeling people inside my head,
with frustrated angry faces.
At night each sound is heightened,
i'm paranoid, feeling frightened,
and I wish I could be enlightened,
as to what just made that noise.
I've got paper all around me,
this empty space surrounds me,
on a life boat no ones found me,
and my friends all fall away.
My coffee's now gone cold,
and the black pen that I hold,
doesn't know what it has told,
to a sparce and silent audience.
We strive after the forbidden by josha-foy, literature
Literature
We strive after the forbidden
With the fact that
I will one day die,
comes a quest
to find my own meaning,
to make my life
and all that occurs
within it,
meaningful, eternal.
I'm placed in a position
where I can strive
to make a difference,
or merely pass into
the shadows of
non-existence in
an eternal silence.
I am faced with
boundless freedom and
the ability of choice,
until someone or something
choses my ending.
The north wind blows,
softly flowing through trees,
past the fruit it took
time to bear.
It picks up scents
as it passes into Autumn,
moving with no intent,
it floats towards you,
running though your hair,
like I long to,
like I never may.
I've got my bags packed
with nowhere to go
there's a rope attached
to the basket of my balloon.
The wind is passing
the sky is free.
I'm ready to know
but gravity is too strong.
I need some trouble
in a different name,
in a small room
I see light through my window.
I'm waiting for a sun shower
to wash me away.
One day I may turn up
on your door step.
I love to hold your hand
I love to kiss your lips
I love to see your eyes
I love to touch your hips
I love to have you near
It makes me feel alright
But what i love most
Is to cuddle you close and tight
music from the box of pipes
blowing tunes out loud
the eccentric king intent on teaching
sings for the dancing birds
he sings make me proud
dancing around to entertain
he called the birds to hear
sing to me now he cried aloud
let me hear your songs
make the sound come near
jumping and screaming he called to them louder
sing me a tune a song
he looked around with paranoia
until he finally heard a sound
it was bold and long
UH HA! screamed the king you sing at last
as he threw himself to the ground
crawling closer to the cage
he let out a call to the birds
and they replied while bopping around
tu ku ku ki ki sung the king
i can see it through my window
the tree is there
there's light but also dark
they hang behind
sping turn back around
its nice on one
two's too cold
three is far too hard
the bass came back in
changing from time to time
it seems quite happy
but it finished
too many to count
plus i'm too tired
my back is sore
so yeh amount un-known
its behind me
and is inviting
warm and comfy
sigmond by him self
colourful and on my wall
D O S H with a weird ear
six pink people
flower baby butterfly bird frog
its taking its toll now
after reading such emotion
tired n sad now off i go
but i'll be back soon enough
All the penguins gather round
its time for them to play
One little penguins has been chosen to be in
and the others all slide away
He covers his eyes
and counts up one by one
He wonders if he will find them
or if they are having more fun
Eventually he opens his eyes
everyone has left and hid
If only they had waddled he thinks
they'd be alot closer if they did
He waddles, he jumps, he slides, he runs
but only another little one is to be found
He gives up and they waddle back
and together they draw pictures on the ground
point your tails to the sky
before our light lays down to die
curving bodies swiftly dart
running to the thump of a beating heart
circles of eyes start to appear
as the the shadow of dark creeps near
rustling fur with four feet tapping
defencive whips of paws slapping
pointing ears flinch and curl
pouncing down to tumble and whirl
sharpened claws scratch and peirce skin
curl up to sleep before the light slips in
when the time comes
for us to finally meet
lets hope i dont get scared
and run from your feet
we could carve things out of potatoes
roll around on the floor
run away and hide
behind a big wooden door
we'd dance to music
and maybe even sing
go to the kitchen
and eat everything
we'd sit on the floor
and pretend we are one
we'd laugh and smile
and have muchness fun
what lies beyond these walls?
surrounding the life i know
what lies ahead my path?
do i have no where to go?
what could i do?
what could i see?
if these walls surrounding
would set me free
what does the world offer
to stimulate my mind?
where will life lead me?
and what may i find?
do i controll my course?
or is my life written in the sky?
will i fail and fall?
or will i succeed and fly?
giddyup said the bright green cup
when the sausepan got replaced
drinking goon from a faded blue spoon
the vegetable knife was incased
walking along were the pretty purple tongs
the peeler was no where to be seen
such a dork was the yellow painted fork
the bread board was afraid of being cleaned
unable to settle was the boiling red kettle
the teacups n sausers spun
pretending to be a disk was the awfull orange whisk
the spatula was on the run
pretending to be a man was the perfect pink frying pan
the belnder was shocked and in fright
on a roll was an anteuqe aqua bowl
this is what happens in my kitchen at night
i lay down and day dream
a simple dream of you
the innocence of a first kiss
dreaming of a love thats true
in your eyes i see everything i need
because all i need is you
i want to say i love you and have you to hold
and hear you say you love and need me too
i see you from a distance
i wish you'd pass my way
i wish i wasn't so nervous to talk to you
but i dont know what to say
i think about your smile
when i see you walk by
do you see me too?
or am i just some guy?
its like you're from a dream
things that can't be true
you and me together
i'm hopelessly falling for you
the year of the animal by batmanonrobin, literature
Literature
the year of the animal
january,
i am attempting to hide from
you. i am hibernating in a bed
four times my size. i am imitating
a bear, clawing at you and growling
in my deepest growl.
february,
i stuffed you in a heart
shaped box and buried
you in my garden.
nothing grew,
but when i planted
radishes they tasted like
chocolate raspberries.
march,
where are your lions and lambs?
i have pigeon toes and
wild oats for hair,
april,
i went to the doctor on
the 10th. i learned that
i had forty two feathers growing
from my shoulder blades.
may,
el cielo es azul,
y te quiero,
june,
my legs are the color of mosquitos,
which is deep blood red and sc
yawn
jerk you
what?
shut up matt
sorry josh
mark i'll give you ox for parks
go to hell
nup
why am i playing this game?
coz its great!
nup
give me some of your drink
ok
matt dont do it, he's ripping you off
matt why'd you do it?
do what? what? i wanted to
your an idiot
shut up
hurry up its your go
doubles again
matt pay attention he landed on yours
you suck
nick i'll give you my blue for your purple plus $100
sweet
yay i'll buy it
ohhh piccs to block
dont do it
mark i'll give you $1000 for falgie
nup
dammit your a butt hole
why would i do that josh?
shut up and do it
nup
roll already
lets play something else
Current Residence: The Central Coast N.S.W Australia Favourite genre of music: TRIPLE J MUSIC! MP3 player of choice: My lil i-pod shuffle with my Sennheiser PX 200 headphones Favourite cartoon character: Asterix and Obelix Personal Quote: Leaking out the colour of your mind
1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"an evening activity. Is she testing me? She's got to be."
2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?
My old and massive Panasonic headphones
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The end of The Break Up
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
10:35
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
10:38
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Car pulling into the driveway
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Was yesterday to go to work
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
I'm back on prac again teaching a years 4-5 composite class. My students are fantastic, my supervising teacher is great, easy to talk to and work with. I love the feeling I get when i'm on prac. Being amongst it all reminds me why I want to be a teacher. I've become a lot more confident and I cannot wait to have my own class.
In summary, I'm looking forward to what my future career holds for me and i'm excited that i'm moving into a job where i'll actually enjoy going to work.
Hope everyone else is feeling as satisfied with their lives as I am =)