It was a lazy monday. I’d seen the doctor about the cut in my finger and slept a bit during the day. Went to bed that night and fell asleep.

Ride on Time Ride on Time Ride on Time Write on Time Write on Time Write on Time Right on Time Right on Time Right on Time Ride on Time! Ride on Time! Rider of the Storm!!

Pretoria 1986

Blue and white sea and sand murmur and hush round surrounded by nut-brown hair To touch your cheek to brush your hair to steal your smile and feel soft breezes salty sea breezes

Whats the point in doing something half hearted, to do something but not give your absoulute best, to write with out paper or to sing without words, give you all in everything you do

The day started as every other ordinary day. The battle between the daylight and me raged through the morning.

A start of a poem that I may add to later.