I went to the library just the other day

cause I had run out of books to read

My usual selection is crime,mystery,

thrillers and the like.

So I picked a few of my favororite authors

and made my way to the counter,when

I noticed a dark corner in the library

A corner I had never noticed before

As I got closer,I noticed this book sticking

out from the shelf.

It was like the book was calling my name.

So in a daze I walked over and picked up the

book

My hands kind of shook,as I carried the book

to the librarian.

She gave me a glare,as she looked at the book

And she said that the book was over 10,000

years old.

She said it was a magic book,and to be careful

when I read it.

What I didn’t know,as I carried the book home.

This is more than a magical book,it is a weird

little book,a book that can get into your imagination.

So I carried the up into my room,and started by

reading the title.

The Book by Anonymous.

As I opened the book a fine mist of dust was

released into the air.

What I didn’t know was that the dust had entered

my brain.

A seed had been planted,I was now part of

the book.

I realised I had become a character in the book.

And everything that happened in the book,was going

to happen to me in real life.

I was scared and afraid,I dreaded turning to the next

page,but turn I could,turn it I would,turn it I did.

When I opened my eyes,to my surprise,I saw a

mirror image of me,staring back at me.

It is Stefan a character in the book.

I don’t know if you have ever lived inside a book,

but it is rather confining.

But at the same time you can ride the pages.

Like a surfer rides a wave.

Stefan the character and I rode the pages to the

river Styx,which was up to its old tricks,its water

was turgid turning into a torrent,its waters so foul

it would make a blind man vomit.

It was spewing up bodies,coming up from the depths

The grimaces on their faces,showing the extent of

their grisly deaths.

I wanted to close the book,I didn’t want to witness

anymore gruesome scenes.

But closing the book wasn’t an option,Stefan the

character was pulling me along running from the

Styx,but now we come to the stones.

Styxs and stones may break my bones,but the name

is gonna hurt me.

He has lived at the stones for a very long time.

The name will cut out my eyes so I can no longer see

And cut out my tongue so I can no longer speak

The stones are located in chapter five in the book

But I was still running,but I couldn’t help myself,I had

to have another look.

I cant say the name,but he is the ultimate beast.

He would gladly expose my brain,and have a feast.

This book is getting gruesome,I might ride to another

pageStefan the character has done a runner.

I cant find my way around.

I close The Book.

I have been getting out of bed early and going

to work for most of my life

Work is boring,it takes up to much of my time.

So I got to thinking,maybe I could,have a bit of

a smoke,a bit of a drink,a bit of a snort,a couple

of little pills,and then drive to work.

So I arrive at work,completely off my face.

I put on my uniform,go to my work station

ready to perform my duties

And nobody even notices that I am off with

the pixies

Floating on the ceiling,high as a kite.

I am swaying back and forth trying to stay

on my feet

Still no one notices that I am not really there

My body is present,but my mind is on a different

planet

I am kind of going back to normal,so I ask for a toilet

break

I go to my locker,where I keep my supplies,grass as green

as a well kept lawn,pills all shiny and ready for the popping

After a quick piss,and a lets finish work quick wish.

I head back to complete and utter boredom.

Hoping the clock is fast,I head back to work.

My head is spinning,my arm is aching,I am waiting for

the pills to take hold

Here comes the sweet euphoria,the I am here but not here

feeling,if you know what I mean.

I get through the day without doing any damage.

I arrive home all safe and sound

I realise that today is only Monday,and that I have to get

through another week

I check my supplies,to make sure I am ready to go

Hold out my hands,yep nice and steady

Bring on Tuesday,my supplies are stocked to the brim

Who said work was boring?

I run through the back lane trying to

beat the garbage truck man.

I threw something away,something I

should have kept and treasured.

A present from my girlfriend.

A strand of her hair,that she put into

a locket.

I put it in my pocket,next to my rocket.

Well the locket in my pocket

was burning a hole in my soul

My rocket is grounded,it has blown

a fuse.

It has the under used blues.

Now you can see why I threw the

locket away.

I wasn’t getting enough action

So the locket went,straight in the bin

Have I committed a mortal sin.

The locket in my pocket

Is eating its way out of my jeans

by any way any means.

You already know what I did

It is in the trash.

My baby likes my money,she really likes

my cash.

She costs me more money than a freaking

car crash.

Maybe that locket had the bad voodoo

It brought bad luck and trouble like a hoodoo.

I am feeling uneasy,as I go through the trash

That locket took a lot of effort and cost plenty.

Well I found the locket at the bottom of the bin.

I am feeling a lot better,and to stop any future

hassles I went out and bought a safety pin.

I pinned that locket in my pocket,

So I cant throw it away.

My rocket is also pleased that you are here to stay.

The locket in my pocket

Is all safe and secure

The locket in my pocket

Is there forever more.

You are the only drug,I want to inject

in to my veins

Your love will flow in my blood

It will enter my brain.

And nothing will ever be the same.

You are the only drug,that I want in

my system.

like a 1.8 litre fuel injected piston.

You are the only drug,and I know

there are a lot of drugs out there.

I have been around a long time,

I have had my share,I am talking

about love,the love from above.

Forget about ice,crack,herion,or

cocaine.

When I am high I call out your name.

I get high on dopemine,it is flowing

through my brain.

The natural high,chemical free.

Like the nectar from a honey bee.

We are together,you and me.

You are the only drug.

Our love is heaven scent.

The perfume from above.

It floats down through the clouds

On the wings of a dove.

Your name is Linda or is it Lucinda?

I cant quite remember,I guess you

weren’t the only drug I tasted last

night.

Only joking baby,you the only drug

for me.

You make me feel good,pure,wild

and free.

I live on the edge of society

right on the edge of town

I am the outsider,the undecider,

The lone rider.

People tend to shy away when

they see me coming their way.

I shuffle along pushing my shopping

trolley.

It is full of all of my belongings,

a jumper,blanket,and all of my

broken dreams.

I tried to keep my life together

But it all started to wither.

All of my grapes fell off the vine.

Without any chance to turn into wine.

I live in the bush in a shallow cave.

If I don’t watch out it will turn into

A shallow little grave.

I have always been kind of lonesome.

The Outsider,living my life on the streets.

The Outsider,dancing to a different beat.

I have always just wanted to fit in

You know,not to fat,not to thin

Not to quiet,not to loud

Just to be part of the crowd.

Just to be a regular member of the

human race.

To have friends,and my own living space.

But when you are pushed around and

knocked to the ground.

It is hard to get up and have a look

around.

I tried to sneak a look,but all I saw was

a whole lot of trouble.

So I stayed on the ground,didn’t look

around.

I lived in the dirt,till it hurt.

The Outsider,undecider,the lone rider

Living on the edge of the city.

Full of false bravado,and self pity.

My shopping trolley has got a broken

wheel.

All my self worth down in the gutter.

What more can go wrong,why do I have

To suffer.

There is no answer to that question

I am just talking to the moon.

That’s it see you soon.

From the Outsider,the lone rider,

The undecider.

PS Once again this is a story,it is all

made up,or is it? haha.

When I was thirteen some friends and I

decided to go for a ride on our push bikes.

We did our best riding at about midnight

When all the stores were closed.

We shunned the day time shopping,where

You pay through the nose.

We would ride and ride,until we found a

Suitable venue for our misbehaviour and

Our juvenile delinquent ways

Juvenile delinquent

Is that what I was?

Juvenile delinquent

Is that who I am?

I was a good boy until I fell in with the

wrong bunch of kids.

They showed me the darker side of the

Streets.

I saw the seedier side of life where your

body is up for bids.

Well we rode around at night,causing trouble

And mayhem,for going on two years.

Causing shop owners to lose money and

plenty of tears.

Juvenile Delinquint

Is that what I was?

Juvenile Delinquint

Is that who I am?

Well we went for a ride one night,what we

Didn’t know,it was to be our last

The long arm of the law,was just about to

Tap us on the shoulder.

Our flag is gonna fly half mast.

We had had a good run,but I was glad when

We got busted

It was getting out of hand,things were getting more

and more dangerous.

It was the money,thrills and cigarettes that we

Lusted.

At the end we had our tails between our legs,heads

Down and ashamed,we were led into the court room.

We had to face our punishment,maybe get put away

For a while.

And go to a place where they don’t know the meaning

Of a smile.

We waited a long time for the judge to return from his

Chambers,he gave us look,and told us to stand.

He gave us three years probation,I guess God was

Holding our hands.

We got off light and easy,we didn’t really pay the price for

Our stupidity.

We know we got lucky,cause we escaped the dirty part

Of the city.

Juvenile Delinquint

Is that who I was?

Juvenile Delinquint

That is not who I am.

PS once this is totally made up,it is not about me or

anyone.

My girl friend just told that after three years of

going out.

That she was looking for someone else.

She was getting a hunger for something new.

A new saddle to jump.

A new pelvis to hump.

I couldn’t believe it,it came out of the blue.

I thought all was going well,it just goes to show,

You can never tell.

Well in between,my sobs,my cries,my weeps

I tried to carry on.

Tried to sing the same old song.

What was different,what went wrong?

I didn’t want to want to show it,but her leaving,

really cut me deep.

What happens to the ring I gave her?,What about

the engagement.

I guess she has come to a new arrangement.

My Sobs,My Cries,My Weeps.

Every night they soak my pillow,soak my sheets,

I think I am going to drown in my own misery.

It has been three months since she walked out that

door.

I guess she aint coming around here no more.

I am trying to move on,to sing a new song,the chorus

and verse are easy,the bridge is the hardest part,it is

the span between the space.

Where I need to save face.

My Sobs,My Cries,My Weeps.

Are slowly starting to dry,I have finally found the

answer to the question.Why?

My Sobs,My Cries,My Weeps

Have finally turned to dust.

Is it God or the Devil,in who we trust?

I just hope my love life,hasn’t turned to rust.

I am looking through a wormhole,

but where is the worm?

I am feeling kind of uneasy

I am starting to squirm.

This whole thing about space

are we all alone?

Did ET get to phone home?

I am on a bit of of a guest

It is all about perspective

It can be rather deceptive

Maybe I am the space detective

It is all about whether we are alone

in this or other universes

Are there other beings or enitys

out there?

You need more than hope or a

strong telescope

You need to get on a space craft

You need to go a journey

I am on a bit of a guest

It is all about perspective

It can be rather deceptive

Maybe I am the space detective

What is the popular opinion

What is the concensus

Do you believe?

Do you want to know?

I am flying to the milky way

Riding the tail of a comet

Flying among the space junk

and debris

I am still looking for the answer

to the question Are we alone?

But the perspective  part of this

poem is the main point

After all it is the title of this story

When you look into the scheme

and look at the whole picture,you

will see that we are all just a dot in the

cosmos

A tiny little speck,nothing more then

a full stop.

We could travel and venture for a

thousand years

Will we ever find the answer?

Time will tell

What is really out there,we can only

sit and ponder.

What is there in the great unknown

yonder.