Elenchii

It has come to light that since 2001 more Australians have died falling out of bed than at the hands of terrorists. In consequence, we are now declaring a war on beds. As part of the SleepSafe campaign, all beds will be monitored for adherence to new requirements. Mandatory movement orders will be introduced so that we, your government, can ensure that all beds are in an optimal position for safety. In some cases, cages will be constructed around particularly at-risk beds. An oversight committee with additional enforcement powers will be created to handle the new proceedings. All bed manufacturers and retailers will be required to report mont

Pen in hand, frustrated, Glancing at the door; All my words are wasted For the lack of one more.

The fans are spinning, One fast, one slow. Inadequate lighting Hides the shadows Under my eyes. Inebriation rouses thoughts That haunt me, while I talk To a stranger, Who I can't help But compare to you. My cellared memories Have aged like wine; Some soured, many superb - So I make my excuses, And curse myself for a fool. I sit alone, instead, Writing bad love songs And wishing I was famous, So there'd be a chance You might hear one. Inspiration falls like snow, Laying down its heavy burden, And somehow I never seem to write The song I mean to.

I remembered that you were beautiful, But you surprise me all the same; There is a depth to your confidence Which is new to me. We laugh, and I see your smile At least, has not changed. I am glad to hear That you've been well. We speak of times gone by, And the way things are. Your dreams give me hope That good things will come. I had forgotten that I miss you, So your leaving made me sad - But it still brings me joy That you came to visit.

Words are Scraps of a Thoughts turn to Your memories will Faded like a Dreamed you would Shared with you a Pieces of my Puzzled you did not make the Pictured us Completed, didn't match my Hoped I wouldn't Tears you cannot Heart that you Broken with a

When I should study, Stress comes to sap my spirit, And I do nothing.

The road Glistened Rain caused Risk I liked it Anyway I always was a sucker for beauty.

I dreamed I would grow Not bitter. Still, I look up And I wonder.

Though you betray me And leave my heart in ashes I will still love you.

Death before dishonour, So the saying goes, But those two seem easy When the gut is churning, And the bile rises in the throat. The choice to live, and live right, Is often the hardest; Yet who can we live with, if not ourselves? Honour bound. Tomorrow brings perspective, As it always does, And yesterday seems easy With the gut full, And the anguish settled. The choice to live, and live right, Is often the simplest; Yet on the cold nights of winter, the scars still ache. Honour branded.