This is the story of the silent ninja

He stalks while he walks

He creeps as he seeks

You want hear a sound,cause

his feet never touch the ground.

He can jump from the trees to

the ground.

Or is it the other way around.

Either way he is one dangerous

mother.

It is best to avoid him,one way or

another.

The silent ninja gets around in black

pyjamas.

His face is always in the background

For your sake,just do what he says,

Or before you know it you are no longer

around.

The silent ninja,is the Asian James Bond

says no to a martini,a sake if you please

He doesn’t need gadgets,or a fancy car

just his hands and feet,sometimes his knees.

The silent ninja,isnt ginger,his hair is as black

as coal.

If you look inside him,you would think he has no

soul.

But just is just a cover,the ninja does the good fight

His heart is in the right place.

He should try to wear better clothes,as he tries to

save the human race.

The silent ninja has been around for over 1000

years.

He lives in the land of the cherry blossom

Over the mountains,and through the forests.

He rides a big white horse,ready to fight for

any good cause.

So if you ever need some help

Just call 1800NINJA.

My nephew Brendan and his girlfriend Ashley

gave birth a few months a go to a beautiful

daughter named Ivy.

Ivy was born with with Meningitis,which has left

her deaf in one ear.

They are trying for a cochlear implant,but the nerve

may be damaged beyond repair

I wish I was a researcher,I wish I could find a cure

So people wouldn’t have to live in silence

Maybe I could be a magican and wave my magic

stick,travel the world,and cure people who are sick

I know that will never happen,and babies are born

deaf everyday

I hope that one day someday someone can unsilence

the silence

It is just another name for a cure

So just like the ivy that grows wild and free,my Ivy will

grow on you,she sure has grown on me

I love you Ivy

                                                                         Well I was in my loungeroom

doing my usual workout

push ups,crunches,about 50

of each.

jogging on the spot,skipping  rope

nothing was beyond my reach

After my workout I was cooling down,

had a drink of water,so then of course

I had to piss.

So after doing my business,i was

washing my hands,and looked in the mirror

and what did I see?

Arnold Schwazenegger looking back at me.

I thought Jesus,i am getting big and tough

I had another look,its him sure enough

I was finally getting toned and buff

I had never realised the workouts were

going that well

All the muscles in my body seem to get

bigger and swell

Now I will have to buy bigger shirts

something to contain my guns

Maybe get a bigger car an join a gym

Arnie,Van Damne,The Rock,we are all

the same

I might get a bigger house,maybe

change my name

I race back to my mirror for another

look

Arnie has been replaced by this geeky

looking guy,with puny arms,skinny legs

and a body like a stick

I sneak another look just to be sure,the

reflection in the mirror,what do I see?

Why it is just me,living in reality.

Mr Bad Luck

I am walking along the footpath

trying not to step on a crack.

Cause we all know that it is seven

years of bad luck.

Bad luck seems to follow me like a

curse.

I think I was born in the back of a

hearse.

As the old song goes[if it wasn’t for bad

luck I would have no luck at all].

Walking along the same street,a black

cat walks in front of me

I jump back and cross the road,what

next? A freaking cane toad?

Bad luck stalks me like a stranger

I look behind me,who is always there.

Bad luck and trouble is coming my way

Bad luck and trouble is here to stay.

Your life is what you make of it.

If you expect the worst,that is what

you will get.

So keep your hopes up and things

will turn around.

And all your worries and woes will

disappear without a sound.

So I say to you Mr bad luck,put on

your shoes and go for a walk.

Because me and Mr good luck are

gonna have a talk.

Mixed Emotions

Don’t say that you are sorry,cause

you don’t really mean it.

You are just trying to get back into

my good books.

You think you can float through life

with your perfume and good looks.

Don’t tell me that you are sorry,cause

I cant take it any more.

You whimper and whine like a cat

with a poorly paw.

You are just after attention and a bit

of sympathy.

But I tell ya,you are gonna get jack shit

out of me.

Time and time again I take you back,it

must have something to do with the

brain cells that I lack.

But this time it is different,this time I am

sure.

I don’t want you coming around here no

more.

The screen door slams,I see you walking

down the street.

I watch you leave,my breathing nice and

steady.

But then again,I am thinking,Come back

baby I am missing you already.

                                                                  Magical Chariots

                                            In this land of magical chariots,and invisible lions

                                           Live the people of the Mismarrk clan,wich doctors,

                                           head hunters,basket weavers and the magic man

                                          The magic man does not need a chariot,he flys

                                          with the wind,floating like a bird,skirting the clouds

                                          way above the trees,with golden wings he glides

                                          sbove the earth,seeking a new beginning,a rebirth

                                          Back down on earth the magic mans wife,mixes a

                                         potion of animal parts and blood looking for a

                                         way to improve her life.

                                        She is tired of weaving baskets,cooking meals,and

                                        washing clothes in the crocodile river.

                                       She wants to fly,she wants a magical chariot,she wants

                                       to be with the magic man,so they can be together,to be

                                       as one,forever and ever and ever.

                                       Also in this land of magical chariots and invisible lions,

                                       lived the people called the Christians

                                       As you might know Christians and lions did not get

                                      along all that well,but over the years the Christians

                                     prevailed and all is well.

                                     Well this is a story from long a go,In the time of Julius

                                      Caesar,Cleopatra,Socrates,Plato,Marc Antony,and

                                      well,you know the rest.

                                      But if we move to modern times,in this time of,skyscrapers,

                                      aeroplanes,microwave ovens,ipods,computers,and all

                                     the mod cons.

                                     If you talk about the magical chariots in the modern day,

                                     it is not the Lamborgini,Ferrari,Mercedes Benz,Beemer

                                     Fiat,Holden,Ford,or the Royce Roller,it is of course,

                                     the Toyota Corolla,the ultimate magical chariot haha. 

                                                                          Wife With A Knife

                                                                 I have been stuck in a marriage

                                                                 For twelve long years now

                                                                 There have been plenty of fights

                                                                 Swearing and broken vows

                                                                 Thank Christ there are no children

                                                                 I would not want to pass on her genes

                                                                I really should not say that,cause

                                                                We are both at fault

                                                                I think we just out grew each other

                                                                When she gets home,Im gonna call a halt

                                                                What was that noise?It is coming from

                                                                 The kitchen,did someone just break in,or

                                                                 am I imaging the whole thing

                                                                Oh,its just the wife,i recognise her sounds,

                                                                What is that in her hand?

                                                                Crikey,the wifes got a knife

                                                                And she is heading my way

                                                                I get up and run,I am running for my life

                                                                I realise I am in a whole lot of trouble,

                                                                a whole lot of strife

                                                                The wife has a knife

                                                                I think she has finally snapped

                                                               The wife has a knife

                                                               How can she move so fast

                                                               She is slashing and stabbing

                                                               Looking for a weak point

                                                               The wife has a knife

                                                               Im,hit I can see my blood pooling

                                                               on the floor

                                                              The wife has a knife

                                                               And in one moment,i am no more

                                                                   My Brother Greg

                                                I used to have a little brother,his name was Greg

                                               he is no longer with us

                                               unfortunately my brother is dead

                                               It has been a long time now

                                              Greg died back in the eighties

                                              Oct 18 1986 to be exact

                                              You know the memories,it is hard sometimes to remember

                                              Iknow we used to sit around smoking dope,

                                             and having a few beers

                                            We played soccer,cricket,and out hung out together

                                            But Greg went out and bought a motorbike

                                            My parents hated it,and were afraid there would be an accident

                                            Well my parents were rarely wrong

                                           and they weren’t this time either

                                           There was an accident,a really bad one

                                           and Greg didn’t walk away

                                          I remember the night the police knocked on the door

                                          I just went to pieces,i don’t remember hitting the floor

                                         They told there had been a fatality on Minmi road

                                         Greg had come off his bike,hit his head on a pole

                                         You know the saddest part of all this,

                                         is that it is such a waste

                                         Greg didn’t get to live a life,just a little taste

                                        So Greg you are gone but not forgotten

                                        I think about you everyday

                                      I wonder what you would have done with your life

                                      Maybe had some kids,maybe a wife

                                     So Greg I will see you again one day

                                     and we will have a beer or a reefer

                                    So long little brother,i will catch you in the breeze

                                   I hear your voice as it whispers through the trees

                                   24,then no more.                  

                                                                   Quantum Mechanics

                                                Nothing gets my imagination going more than

                                                Quantum Mechanics

                                                 It has always been my favourite subject

                                                 I don’t know what is better the Quantum or

                                                 the Mechanics

                                                 Come to think of it,I like them both

                                                 but put them together and kapow

                                                 I love to write about Matter,Energy Scale of

                                                 Atoms,Photons,Spectrial Intensities Nanoscopic

                                                 Scales and Planck Contact

                                                 I have known about Quantum Mechanics for a very

                                                 long time now

                                                 Probably since about 9.30 this morning,when I got

                                                 a text from Mr C wanting me to write about my

                                                 favourite subject Quantum Mechanics

                                                 Well most of the stuff so already in my head haha

                                                 But I had help from the Google man

                                                  Who will always give you a helping hand

                                                  So there you are Mr C that is my take on the subject

                                                   Thanks for the challenge,it got me out of my favourite

                                                   square

                                                   And for me that is very rare.    

                                                                                The Rain

                                                         Went bushwalking this morning

                                                         up on nanny goat hill,Wallsend

                                                         When the rain started coming down

                                                         It was kind of annoying,but it made

                                                        a pleasant sound

                                                        Iwas like a drowned rat trudging

                                                       through the bush

                                                       looking for somewhere to shelter

                                                       I love the rain,but at the same time

                                                       I hate it

                                                       It can start out as a gentle stream

                                                       that can turn into a flood

                                                       But the rain also fills the dams and rivers

                                                       that breaks a year long drought

                                                       I like to sit on my lounge watching the rain

                                                       come down

                                                       but if it rains to much you have to mow the

                                                       lawn all the time and you cant get the washing

                                                       in off the clothes line

                                                       The rain is a pleasant thing,but also it can be

                                                       a savage beast

                                                       You want the rain in moderation,

                                                        to keep the peace.