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Greetings my name is Jason and I'm married with two children, a 20 month old boy and an 8 month old girl.

We live in Australia where I fight to survive as a Chef, but silently on the trail to better my career and reunite with my love of building houses.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Near death: 1 of 57
The Cracking WallHis eyes pierced through shadows to reach that wall,constantly digging, with death right behind him.So claustrophobic with adrenaline pulsating,body deteriorating and craving that wall.His mind had been freed just prior to this,The man fought with gusto, his words and his fists.Lone faithful soldier with ambi... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Economic Values Money cannot buy happiness and love: 5 of 140
I honestly believe that money cannot buy happiness and love.Happiness is the side-affect of feeling physically or spiritually fulfilled, it is how we feel when we are not destroying our lives.Happiness is how we feel when we can see that we are progressing in the direction that we want to, it is when we can see all that we dr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desperation: 2 of 53
Terror chills my spine as I look down.A frozen body with no hope left,my eyes bold and search for a thumping chest.A gripping hand, any sign of breath.This is no stranger we share so much.Don't know his name, or from where he came.Yet still I feel obliged to stay,to sit beside the reeper's prey.My work can wait, this is my da... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 47 of 915
SELF-CONTROLI was running for no reason,It was a warm night,I fled for my freedom.With no place in sightCarrying baggage,Of worldly delightsThings hard to manage,And useless in life.There must be more,The stars are too close,Giving me hints,Flickering Morse code.But I can't read,These lights up above.Tapping away,Needless to ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: There was a time: 1 of 19
There was a time when respect was taught,food was offered and friends were abundant.A time when adults didn't swear,children wished to learn and everyone would share.There was a time when violence wasn't seen,words would settle arguments,parents cared for children.A time when money was a tool,dreams were for fulfillment,when ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heart: 9 of 151
My heart is a dying poetawaiting the hours, minutes and seconds.It yearns for reliefbut is surrounded by sadness.My heart is governed by others,it's self-tormenting.Willing to die for the flimsiest things.My heart is forever expanding,it has room for many,but only one lord.My heart is awaiting disappointment,trembling in fear... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Gender Issues Does society favor men?: 5 of 73
Society does not favor men. The self-destructive laws that we continue to put in place in society have come so far as to favor the minority over the majority in almost every issue.Movements such as feminism were put in place to divide society and ultimately tear apart the family unit in order to gain greater control over the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 25 of 361
The Evolution of DesireI see the way you walk on byeYour blond hair dancing and caressing your neckThe way your blue eyes suddenly openAnd the whiteness inside intensely reflectsSomething inside me wants to leap out at youYou unleash the demon within my mindYour suggestive smiles give life to my handsThey yearn to be free and... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Thoughts on God What God can do: 3 of 38
WHAT GOD CAN DO.God can do anything that attributes Him to being The Creator. He cannot do anything less than that.God can create by willing things into being, creating something from nothing, He can create something from another substance such as man from dust and the Jinn from smokeless flame.God can create only perfect thi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I must write: 11 of 134
I MUST WRITEI must write.For when I speak no one listens.I must write.Before it becomes obsolete.Before the pens are snatched away.And all ink runs dry.I must write.Write I must.Before my ideals escape my mind.Before time ravishes my brain.Until the pain eases away.I must write.To voice my own opinion.To expose the brutal lie... More..