stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
You come and you go
astressed with the trade winds
Tiny ghost dancer
flows to my head
clear and timed
tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye
attempting to leave no trace
I hold the proof of our a-cult
vitalizing movements seize life
breath exits as I consumed you
as glass inherits my soul
timed and clear
breakable in an extraterrestrial se...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 2:30 am
The Gallipoli Fallen
From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave
Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save
The Anzac was led with zeal and might
Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight
To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore
To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor
Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 4:29 am
This poem today is a tribute to my late departed father, whom left this world 18 year ago.
a lifetime of tears shed for a controversial hero, now
reduced to a photo on marble stone
here in the cemetery
you can't be alone
surrounded by others
taken before their time
some young, some old, and some new
but in this place of rest
all that matters to me is you
a faded ...
Monday 2nd March 2015 11:05 am
Tags: death,memories,poetry,unwanted day and month
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I tell you there’s no ending, no straightening the straights,
and the twists and turns of life will remain unbending.
Where do those paths go, via many trees bowed by breeze,
and thorny bushes with fresh and old blood specks to show.
Some are freeted by time, just lumbering and slumbering,
as stuttering takes them on to old, past their posturing prime.
Bored by ste...
Wednesday 25th February 2015 4:23 pm
Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 10:24 pm
Saint Valentine’s Day Mascara
She cried when I forgot.
She cried when I remembered,
her tears like silver arrows
to my heart,
her eyes black-lined with sorrow.
The ink, barely dried,
smudged with liquid joy.
A big wet splash on the ‘o’
turning ‘love’ into ‘live’
and crowning my name
like a liquid tiara
for a princess
in a cruel land.
So I wished s...
Tuesday 3rd February 2015 6:53 pm
Tags: crying,death,lost love,love,st valentines day,tears,valentine
When you said goodbye
I realised deep inside
That this would be the final time
I ever saw your smile.
And God called your name
And you floated peacefully away.
This is permanant
A tattoo on the heart
A scar engraved in my skin
I think about you everyday
And everyday is a losing game
Until the next time,
I see you again
Monday 12th January 2015 3:12 pm
Tags: death,Love lost,poetry,sad poetry
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