Is it time to take off that mask you wear?
It may be well worth it, if you dare.
Let the world see who you really are
For even if you have a fault and scar
It is that which makes you human
Like the rest of us are
You can let down those walls which seal you in
And with a measure of freedom
Let your life begin
Padre
Where are those boundaries?
They seem lost
A world with no frontiers
As far as the eye can see
Man made objects seem to appear
Be it a road, or telephone mast
They come into view all too fast
Our scenes of yesterday
Have long since past
Padre
When at night being followed
By thugs at your back
Head for this alley, where the comic book heroes attack
Batman and Spidey, Punisher and Daredevil too
Might be lurking above, just for you
No need to feel guilty for what ensues in this place
Just walk on calmly and continue forward to face
What happens to villains, is all down to them
It will teach them a lesson, till their ways they amend
Padre
Riding out across the veldt
Answering the call of queen and dominion
Under an African sun and heat oppressive
Far from Aus’ familiar hearth and home
Toiling through the dust and flies
And the Dutchman’s machinations
For duty’s sake they ride on
For the glory of Victoria’s nation
Padre
Art sat on the ledge and tried to ponder the meaning of it all. What actually is the point? he wondered. After all, all I ever do is sit around a studio all day. The boredom is starting to do my head in. I know that some people say I’m vital to the enterprise, but how can that be? It’s not like I’m OOAK. Now, he’s cool, but me I’m just plain old Art.
He glanced down at the workbench beneath him and then remembered the words of the administrator who said, and I quote, “Having art in this college is vital in defining who we are.” That memory alone made Art decide that jumping wasn’t worth it. He would just have to suck it up and hope that he really did make a difference.
Padre
My thanks to Fandango for introducing me to The Squirrel Chase and their one-to-three challenge. I had in my file a photo of a butterfly visiting the back garden. While the lavender and vlinder are works of divine art, by photography isn’t. The challenge to run the photo through a photo processor provided some lovely results, however.
Padre
A countryside left in devastation
By a century of urban migration
Lured by promise of big wages
They left the lands they’d worked for ages
Making farming something rare
And trusting imports for our daily fare
Padre
He never thought the friendship would end quite like this. After all he and his sister, Gertie, had really stuck their necks out for the guy. Well, now Elliott really knew the consequences of ET not only phoning, but going home.
Padre
“It’s a beautiful day. You kids get out of the house, and get some fresh air,” Mum called up the stairs.
Chloe (13), Aiden (11), and Scott (10) made there way to the back garden.
“What do we do now?” Scott asked.
“We could kick the ball about,” Aiden suggested. Then again that was his answer to most things.
“No, Mum would kill us is we knock over the fuchsias again,” Chloe objected. “Lets lie down in the grass and see what we can see in the clouds,” she suggested.
“I guess,” Aiden agreed hesitantly.
After about five munutes pondering the passing formations, Chloe said, “I see a wolf.”
“Where?” Scott asked.
“In the middle, see its mouth is open towards the right.”
“I thought that was a dragon,” Scott replied.
“What do you think, Aiden,” his sister prompted.
“I see water vapour,” Aiden replied. “Let’s go play Nintendo.”
“Good idea,” Scott replied, and the trio made their way back inside.
Padre
Nadia stood on the platform and waited for the 10:25 to arrive. She was aware of the presence behind her, and felt the eyes taking in her every move.
I just need to keep calm, she thought to herself. Don’t let on that you know you’re being watched.
The 10:05 arrived and an elderly couple disembarked and made their way to the car park.
She gave a sideways glance in that direction as their headlights disappeared into the night. Now the car park was empty, and she knew she was truly alone exept for the watcher.
There was the sound of a throat being cleared in the dark, and while she tensed slightly, she didn’t start. In fact, she did her best to give the impression that she hadn’t heard it.
As the 10:15 express sped past the small station, she reached into her bag and took out a mint which she placed into her mouth and she slowly sucked it allowing its sweet cooling taste to calm her.
At 10:22 she heard the approaching foot steps.
This is it, I guess, she thought as she turned on her heels and bared her fangs.
It was often a challenge being a vampire, but sometimes some of these town boys made getting a meal just a little too easy.
Padre
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