The Warning.

You only get it once, if in a lifetime.

One Warning.

Before the moment, you as guilty or innocent know, things will never be the same, regardless of what you say, or do; from then on.

The tax you take on the chin, for being somehow in the know, too much.

What’s it worth?

You know you can’t pay it, but you take it anyway.

The Chance.

So if you could make a choice, for how long before your word is not law,

rich nor poor, with or without, up or down, front nor back, but right Now.

The present is so fast, you warned, the future is so far away, away

What on earth would exist when you don’t? when you think you count.

One

Life comes cheap and strife seems to be an echo, waving to and fro, like a stone thrown into a pond, a fairy’s wand wish, washed out.

To find a warning coming is a reminder, everything you do someone’s watching you

Warning danger ahead, thus the sign snigger dimples crimple.

Wide eyed and a beat without a pulse hangs in the dew, dust and powdered metal case click, clink, boom.

The Warning.

Written by Mathew Innes. Aotearoa 2007-03-09 Copyrights. All Rights Reserved.

South Auckland

Abandoned, I ruled the streets alone, don’t be alarmed by my anxious fear, my apprehensive curiosity, roaming the infinite openness cautiously, unconcerned but desperately seeking another looking for the same, I was fearful discovering my disability physically over again and again, frightened and hesitant, then running from that which arose unknown, a nervous panicked undirected exploration of the local surroundings, petrified of that which did not move away as I strayed, scared and terrified, troubled emotional strain, the intense pain, the hunger pulsing in my veins, nothing to gain, am I still sane?

Copyrights 2007 Mathew Innes - All Rights Reserved.

Mental Health

To those within, without. copyrights 2007 Mathew Innes, Auckland - Aotearoa.


The Rugby HypeUp Song

Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way, what did you hear me say,

Don’t get in, don’t get in my way, it’s the last time I have to say, get out of my way,

And as the halt of a thousand horses hooves cease to echo through the night,

Another ray of light, shines through…out…

Don’t get in my way, how many times do I have to say, don’t get in my way,

When I interrupt you in your path, on yours, what would you say, HEY! Did I get in your way, can you hear me now cause now its too late…

Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way, you heard me say,

What would you need to be explained, don’t get in my way,

If the right was swung and your; you’d give way,

Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way.

As the sunshine leaves for the day…

DON’T GET IN MY WAY.

All rights reserved. RBMI. Aotearoa 2007