Click here  to  go back to  home page   Here is a piece of    My Poetry  waqas khaleeq online   from The river is far behind us   bantams & a mean black dog their finches                     & quails (uncooked climb the side battens rides a yamaha upstairs got into transfers as a method of cheap pine cone christmas bells, lights & ribbons & planet story her tits zipped into a tight spacesuit   (military cyborg on cosmic wall attendant swirling, the ?data? font &                                                       green LCD (& kind of girly spoilt & munching sweets the start of firetop mountain praying in the toilet vs. storms *         lay in the burnt-out      shells      of their cars poke out       windows & wrong turn / mobile mcdonalds (details                                  sketchy frequent use of ?division?       & pop-ups, soft-top trucks &             jah be praised        he turns & waves                            appropriate                                              kitchen sounds (sloshing,                                                       scuff of wooden sabots       he kept for mud       & refrigerated hum) too cold for pialba torquay / nina?s front seat lick crush of early atari dusty arcade coins & glowing detachable brains in a van was grey even then before cutting & tyre swans card       tables sideburns                                          the faded XB (car sick with brown paper taped bryan adams & sting / scary country turned out wrong it crumbles & fears the moon landing) & charlie went bald in the end the frogs       watched in silence       the stubbies piled up the pop of bullet      & bone he rocks when done                                           & shadow vessels                                           doesn?t love me (cloth   *   accidental triple / end pocket of man he           dreams in sanskrit & drags uphill reverses           off cliffs & carries her broken through rising lazy sons / collection of metal & electrodes his workshop maths our dead pets            mapped in black & white with spikes & mostly cats the cards & pills a nation of spoons & drove to fremantle, wave rock, welded   *Click here  to  go back to  home page   notes on blue paper (original dead bundle of words                               the peeled metal trunk his head                               is walled untitled & towers above gippsland                               a hand emerges from the top left corner                                                   the dark blood     the tube & bricks he looks                      like errol flynn floating in buttermilk (fragmentary   nature of dreams, visions & altered mind                     ?australia?s most entertaining freak show? (think babe, the sheep pig / she-devil saga legs akimbo, shitting through hoops) & coalition forces      advance to baghdad there?s            that hand again this                                          time frazzled syrians            (?freedom deficit? or power kicks / a black mangled                                    road & bones) these are the syrians                                                                  we had to have   *                       ?missiles filled two craters in the                                    footpath & pools of blood                        stained the main street?                        ) BACK TO                         & myers to camera:                                  ?it?s a brilliant plan?   *   hop in / terry smells like wet carpet & east brisbane first month of summer           NAR equals lion & some kind of fuel missing & stayed in desert boy up in                               the fort crammed / swelling                  with poms she vase-like &          handled her night train met a quack with samosas announced most stops & classes the cheap                 motor trips us, happy wiped &          bleeding her dress swings mad her yellow eye twists      Click here  to  go back to  home page     Dare to Believe Everybody Knows: You can't be all things to all people. You can't do all things at once. You can't do all things equally well. You can't do all things better than everyone else. Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's. So: You have to find out who you are, and be that. You have to decide what comes first, and do that. You have to discover your strengths, and use them. You have to learn not to compete with others, Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*. Then: You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness. You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions. You will have learned to live with your limitations. You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due. And you'll be a most vital mortal. Dare To Believe: That you are a wonderful, unique person. That you are a once-in-all-history event. That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are. That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish. And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down. waqas  khaleeq www.waqas1.tk