You give it all day long and it’s a real grind, and don’t get paid diddly, struggling to just to make ends meet, you also try to keep your colleagues level headed, just so they don’t leave us, sometimes they make the cut,…
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The Appointment
I have an appointment with the computer. Every night nearly. It is waiting. My chair. A one man seat.
A Brutal Four Minutes for Religion
You can find the whole speech here at Dangerous ideas festival in Sydney. Related Articles: 1. What is True? The most provocative yet necessary philosophical debate of our time? 2. Chomsky on Žižek and Peterson’s ‘Logos’ and ‘I act as…
A Christian Man Once Said
A Christian man once said: ‘The stories of Jesus’ birth—including his miraculous conception by the Holy Spirit, the Star of Bethlehem that led the wise men to where he was found, angels singing in the night sky—we now generally understand…
Tagged with: ABC News. Mum, Charles Darwin, Christianity, Jesus Christ, Marcus Borg, Santa Clause, Science
Posted in politics, Reflections
Posted in politics, Reflections
20 Seconds of Insane Courage
For the school social I gargled Listerine. The pain felt reassuring. I sprayed my hair with Mum’s hairspray, “Taft”. In the school hall, we shuffled to Toto’s “Africa”. Girls on the other side, giggled about stuff we’ll never be privy to.…
Gold Nugget
Inflatable pool, sipping’ Dad’s ice cold beer kissed my Godmother’s daughter ‘How cute!’, Dad took a photo Later on, my best friend snatched it and it would do the school rounds I’ve had better days, lets leave it at that…
Transformational Leadership at its Most Potent – Gandhi
They may torture my body break my bones even kill me, then they will have my dead body ..Not my obedience
I Got Some Pussy Today, Regrettably as it Turns Out
An abandoned cat sat on my front door mat and decided I was its new owner. All the neighbors told me they knew it was there but declared it ‘lost’. You see, they have cats already. They shoved me a…
Mornington
The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs – the beach where you once stopped to say ‘hi’.Your echo drew me here,to wait for a ferry that will not return me. Forget the seedy districts – I mean the beatnik cafeteria,…
Tagged with: circular quay, mornington, poem, poetry, sorento to queenscliff ferry, sydney, the ferry
Posted in Reflections
Posted in Reflections
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