I know a man
he speaks to me
of Aboriginal history
of where to go
and what to see
and how to be a mystery
I know a man
who walks the line
between them and us
and all sublime
to open eyes
to be surprised
is everything to him
despised
I know a man
who’s patient and strong
who highlights the good
from the wrong
who’s heart is broken
from songs left unsung
and words left unspoken
of where we’re beaten
until we are woken
I know a man
he’s you he’s me
he says we can live together
in perfect harmony
the ups the downs
of life you see
is ours to live
that’s his guarantee
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
We walked the trail alone we thought
Until we heard an axe strike knot
A young man it seemed with strength of ox
He was wise and bright, as a fox
His hand was soft, his skin was smooth
No worry it seemed dried his fountain of youth
But on reflection we realised he had
Wisdom of age and knowledge from paradise
We talked and laughed and thanked that man
For clearing wood with attitude of can
We knew his life in those moments of trust
We heard stories of war and love and lust
As small stones drop into enquiring waters
Sink deep and settle and move with order
His life force moves across the world
As his ripple lives, it lasts and is heard
His vibration will continue, his soul a force
To inspire and encourage us all back to the source
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
I miss her more each day
I can still hear her voice
Shrill, calling me, sometimes happy
Always rushing
rushing
She must regret that
but she did her best
She did her best
But her best was not good enough
for us
Then
But now we live in regret
that we did not know
the ache of a mothers heart
watching her children grow
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
I can’t abide to be apart
From you
For you rescued me
I owe you my devotion
It makes me feel warm
And cozy inside
I need to feel this
It is my true self
I am only foot steps in front of you
Behind you
Beside you
Always near you
I look at you
When I’m asleep
I see you
My attention is always on you
I hear you
Before you make a sound
Before you move
I hear you
I smell you
From afar
When I don’t know your there
I smell you first
Then I run to you
My heart beating
My mind gushing
A gust of pleasure rushing through me
I sleep beside you
Always from day one
Never moving
I don’t want to disturb you
For I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
You make me feel
Comfortable
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
I’m going to the bird table I cannot feed him here
for he’d pick and poke and pull at me and leave me standing bare
no it’s better at the bird table for there I’d be alone
and cherish in his deep black eyes some familiarity of my own
I’ll bring his favourite treats that only human hand can share
and patiently hold them there for hours and hours to bear
and closer yet the margin of safe winged flight and danger zone perceived
shrinks to my delight and naivety of future threats deceived
eventually his hooked grey beak tickles tentatively between my fingers
and as we become acquainted I feel a bond begin to linger
as this one’s friends and family creep closer to the crumbs
I being to think that somethings up as he has brought many chums
they draw me in these great white birds their faces puffed and calm
until I find I’m surrounded in the depths of impending harm
they squawk and scratch and spread their wings pulling in their tethers
yet when I cower to their threat they raise their punted feathers
and altogether as a flock they mutter.. we’ve got you now you sucker
fleeing to the shelter of the house I feel the air behind
lift the leaves from off the ground as a hundred wings flap blind
the sky darkens over head as I’m shadowed by their bodies
and all as one we move along to the sanctuary of my follys
I close the door and sit inside peering out at empty skies
and pretty soon I hear the sounds as the roof begins to rise
the horror of such a flock above is far from lost upon me
for I do not own this property I’m here at a cost to my economy
now my empathy for such birds is turned to fear and loss
I begin to plot my vengeance as my sympathy defrosts
I have no weapons to call upon nor any wish to fire
yet a strategy to dissuade them needs to be acquired
I recalled a local woman who used foul language to discourage
but I don’t have the will within me to muster up the courage
a plan was hatched for the effect of spreading wings far and wide
I had been warned of consequence from that omen I can not hide
to trick or treat these clever birds in a manner that makes me smart
is not as easy as once was taught but patience will play a part
reducing treats and being scarce is the method I employed
and over time these cocky birds left behind a void
confusion reigned for some days and distractions were deployed
as these messengers of other mystical planes I slowly unemployed
I’m grateful to have been so close to birds so strong and proud
to be accepted into their fold it was a joy to be allowed
but as chalk and cheese we do not mix like oil and water too
these birds remain afar from me but our memories remain true
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
the world is wrapped in a web of lies
like the fly I rescue from time to time
it will take a much greater hand to free us
you are sovereign so why wait
extract yourself from the web
although it can be hard to see
you know where it is
avoid the dark corners
don't fly towards it
stay outside
in the light
stay free
with me
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
When the smile eventually cracks his face
It’s something we attentively all embrace
With crude awakening glint in his eye
Those blue sapphires twinkle apace
We listen intently as the story unfurls
And cringe internally as the language curls
Now waiting patiently for the punchline
We know it’s going to be good, perhaps sublime!
With words spoken from between the canals
A true Liberty man is never banal
Rupture roars as the penny is dropped
We side glance each other, our breathing has stopped
A song is for ever awaiting to be sung
But requires some lubrication before it’s freedom
And then in amazement we listen with glee
As another verse oozes between the mountains and sea
Perhaps it’s familiar but very often it’s old
From times long forgotten waiting to be told
Our Dad, hard as nails but kinder than you know
Has lived a live focused on fun and furrow
Not always the most talkative but never short of a tale
And always the grumpiest to get going again
With hands made of leather and muscles abound
His life was handed over to others to ground
Held in high esteem since I was a child
It strikes me as insufferable his was denied
So making it up he crunches his face
Into old man grimaces to children new apace
And crumpled 50 notes are shoved into hands
That will remember for ever their dear old Granddad
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
for a brief moment
a nano second
I was aware
unaware of it
it's globular mess
those molecules
green, red, orange, white, blue
bursting
outwards
but pressed too tightly inwards
there was no room for their expression
they repelled
that spherical mess held together with an invisible membrane
explosive
wound up
each desiring to escape from it's counterpart
similar but vastly different
and then the bears claws
elongated
abnormal
scratching a tear down and through my very soul
the inner world met the manifest fears of the outer world
every cell, no, molecule in my body screamed
screamed
screamed
I could only help myself
I awoke
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
I remember, everything.
From the time before I was born, that time when I was in the warm, dark, tight place where I could hear my mothers heart beat and where I could feel her loving embrace all around me.
I also remember she wanted me out, into the bright, white light of the day, to a place where I could live out my potential, for it was a great and momentous life I was to live.
The place where I sit now is where she gave birth to me. She pushed me out and promised to keep a watchful eye over me as I grew. She nourished me, and the elements fed me, they washed me, and kept me warm. Brother wind, sister rain, father sun, my loving family gathering around me, moulding me into maturity, my shape and form developed over time.
I grew taller, so high I reached into the heavens and grew dizzy in it’s atmosphere. I grew lofty and wise, and my dominion over all frightened many, and many died at my hands when they tried to conquer me.
I held my position for a long, long time. Time passed slowly. I watched the world change around me, the sun rose over head, and set, the moon rose and her radiance made the most of my ageing, withered face. I learned the rhythms of these universal life forces and they became my friends. I could feel the vibration of life coming up from below me, from above me, from within me.
I knew everything.
And as I wept I took this knowing with me, in the little rivulets of tears that ran down my face, eventually finding their way to lakes and oceans, for the fish to know me, and for you, to drink me in, and hold me in your hand as a smooth white stone.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
Dear Douglas, so wise, so kind
I see the world within your eyes
Your shining soul, your steady light
Has helped me through the darkest night
With knowledge and wisdom that I have absorbed
No memory of words you've spoken can be recalled
But simply a knowing of what is right and wrong
My soul rejoices and sings your song
I’m grateful beyond words to know your voice
To feel its vibration, it was my choice
To open and welcome new ideas of old
And grow and develop myself into gold
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC