Pillow
It is the evening and my mind it turns to deep blue thoughts
and meditations on the mediocre day that was
how did we get here to this insubstantial subsistence?
why do we stay here when we know that this ‘aint all there is?
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June 20, 2016
Writer’s Block
Mister Swan your countenance
is well known to this author but
each time I go to write about it
your blue eyes disappear
Mister Swan your exploits are
the stuff of dreams that I have dreamt but
each time I set my pen to paper
the ink won’t seem to flow
June 20, 2016
It Settles In
It is like a creeping water
still at first then dark fingers reach
to rest upon a weary head
and leave it cold and heavy
invade its thoughts with thunder
and black clouds gather
to shadow out the happiness
and infect the air with doubt
but unlike continental storms
this does not pass over
it settles in
June 15, 2016
Bravery
So the sensitive boys
all dressed up for the night
make their way in to town
and parade just to spite
those with twisted ideals
the oppressors and fiends
with their bullets and bombs
deadly self righteous schemes
those brave innocent ones
with fear building inside
wear their hearts on their sleeves
you can’t massacre pride
June 9, 2016
Leave It To The Experts
You think that I will just roll over
and take your petty puffed up bullshit
your sweaty gesticulations or
grand and sweeping machinations
with your guard-up pontification
from that worn out plastic podium
sermonising on a subject that you
cannot comprehend let alone teach
June 4, 2016
Never Leave It
If we stay here much longer
our bare feet will take root
in this dark sacred earth
and we will never leave it
While soft sands have cradled us
and teal green oceans cleansed
there are other shorelines
there are more horizons yet
If we stay here much longer
our arms turn to branches
in this clean fragrant air
and we will never leave it
While fresh rivers carried us
and green pastures nurtured
there are many more streets
there are more expanses yet
If we stay here much longer
our eyes will become stars
in this breathtaking sky
and we will never leave it
June 2, 2016
G&T
Warm wet air condenses on the
black cold panes of windows and
outside it is dark and frigid but
I still fill my glass with ice
May 31, 2016
The Walk Up
The silver light betrays the chill
the bitter wind which sweeps and whips
across the muted golden dunes
and blasts the trees with harsh fine sand
that once was solid granite cliffs
but nature has its final say
reduced to gravel grit and dust
even steadfast mountains bow to
the constant power of the sea
renders us so unsubstantial
brief observers in the grand scheme
standing in this sheltered clearing
May 30, 2016
Yarra
I feel at times the world encroach
and the room become close and tight
the claustrophobia setting in
a symptom of these comfortable walls
if only you knew!
Yet I desire to deeply breathe of
the freer air the winds of change
and tread again upon the promenade
beside the Yarra where we once walked
If only you knew!
May 24, 2016
A Three Part Tiding
The longest night is anticipation
when the morning light can’t come too fast
and the darkness seems to drag forever
everyone else slumbers
sleep and you’ll miss it
The sweetest taste have the fruits of passion
they gild the tongue with a lingering warmth
and you feast upon them long and hearty
but devour them wisely
that fruit will not keep
The longest day is disappointment
when you can’t wait for the pain to pass
they wonder how you were fooled so plainly
when they think that you jumped
but really you fell…
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