'ONE DAY, AS I WALLKED UPON AN UNSASPECTING PATCH OF THE GREENEST LUSHES GRASS I HAVE EVER SEEN AND LIEING OPON THAT LUSH GREEN GRASS LAYED A LONELY LITTLE YELLOW LIGHT BULB.MORE BUETAFULL THAN I C

Author's note: We tend to think of poetry a terribly sophisticated medium, but in fact performance poetry is one of the most primal art forms.

Did you bring her up to you God, Did you bring her to the better place? Do you let her watch my life unfold, Do you let her gaze upon my face? I know you are aware of how she hurt me,

Focusing my eyes on a big red sign in front of me, I read the words off one by one as I stood gazing in awe... ‘Wun... Hung...

You have a light That shines in you.

As per inspiration point 24/8/07.

Tell me a story, she said. About what? I asked. About anything. About stuff. About you. Just keep my mind busy so I don't have to think anymore.

How I long To be only me. Emotions belong Where they can be seen.