About Me !!!

She shivered in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. i let her hear my footsteps. she only goes stiff for a moment.
      care for a smoke?
      sure. i'll take one.
      are you as bored about that crowd as i am?
      i didn't come here for the party. i came here for you. i've watched you for days. you're everything a man could ever want. it's not just your face. or your figure. or your voice. it's your eyes. all the things i see in your eyes. what is it you see in my eyes? i see a crazy call. you're sick of running. you're ready to face what you have to face. but you don't want to face it alone.
      no. i don't want to face it alone.
The wind rises electric. she's soft and warm and almost weightless. her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. i tell her that everything will be all right. that i'll save her from whatever she is scared of and take her far, far away. i tell her, i love her. the silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. i hold her close until she is gone. i'll never know what she was running from.

I'll cash the cheque in the morning.... I am D Silent Assassin !!!

All that is gold does not glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

I Sit and Think

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that I have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things

that I have never seen:

in every wood in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.

One-Man-One-Vote by Henry Lawson

“ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!” You hear the people shouting.
    The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.
ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! Is this a time for doubting?
    The poets have been prophets after all.

ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The cry is growing stronger!
    ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! It echoes o’er the wave!
ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The Wealthy dead no longer
    Shall rule us through their children from the grave!

ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The knell of Retrogression!
    The greatest triumph of the tongue and pen!
ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The right of long possession
    Is right no longer in the minds of men!

ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! There’s lightning in the thunder!
    ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The reign of Greed is o’er!
ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! The cursed Vote of Plunder
    Shall rule the plundered slaves of earth no more.

ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! We’re waking from our slumbers—
    ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! To rule the fields we farmed!
If thus we triumph with diminished numbers,
    What will the triumph be when all are armed?

The Water Lily by Henry Lawson

A lonely young wife
        In her dreaming discerns
        A lily-decked pool
        With a border of ferns,
        And a beautiful child,
        With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings:
        ‘Come, mamma! come!
        ‘Quick! follow me—
‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’
        And the lonely young wife,
        Her heart beating wild,
        Cries, ‘Wait till I come,
        ‘Till I reach you, my child!’
        But the beautiful child
        With butterfly wings
Steps out on the leaves of the lily and sings:
        ‘Come, mamma! come!
        ‘Quick! follow me!
‘And step on the leaves of the water-lily!

        And the wife in her dreaming
        Steps out on the stream,
        But the lily leaves sink
        And she wakes from her dream.
        Ah, the waking is sad,
        For the tears that it brings,
And she knows ’tis her dead baby’s spirit that sings:
        ‘Come, mamma! come!
        ‘Quick! follow me!
‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’