You’re leaving.
There was so much to be said.
Words, thoughts, feelings,
goodbyes.

The moment has passed—
too quickly—
but what should I do with unspoken words?
Where do they go?
They begin to lack vigor and tangency.

If thoughts could fly like birds,
then I would be watching mine approach the horizon
growing smaller
and smaller
and then
gone.

But they’re not gone--
just elsewhere.
Have they flown with the rising sun on their backs
to that place you’re fated to be?
Or am I erroneous to think as such?

Resting in the recess of my mind—
the lucre of a passive marauder—
these words remain
buried.

Life’s situations changed between acts.
Distance drew the curtains shut.
Intermission.
The curtain draws again—the characters altered.
I, the observer, surprised by the act’s new backdrop, notice
the players have matured.
Quickly, too—
but my view has not yet adapted
still remembering the beautiful set of life’s passed scenes.

Alas, the show must go on.

and all the pieces fell together
as we interlocked our lips
i had a girl with snowflake eyes
and beauty on my fingertips

her
harsh
wounded
outbursts

masquerading as laughter

I look to the North to find you but you are not around.
I head back West to search, but still no where to be found.
South; Is it possible that you are not there?
Ah, in the East you found shelter: Having learned to beware.

The winds of fair and stormy weather have brought you to an fro.
Now you know where is safe, and where to go.
The faces with friendly smiles, that hide wicked deceit.
Fear not of them my friend, for they will crumble at your feet.

True goodness takes hold, and can never be blown away.
In the game of life, it is the only card to play.
Be strong and still, wander and follow no longer.
Although at times you fear you are weak, you will always be stronger.

Blackjack was a difficult game, and it seemed as if you lost.
The dealer was the Devil, and what a scary path to have crossed.
In that moonlight dance, you were not alone.
Although it seemed so far away, you always had your home.

Much like Dorothy, you had to learn on your own.
What that path taught you always knew, you did not have to roam.
Remember to forget your short-comings, and watch where you are going.
Do not follow the wind, it is not the compass who is all knowing.

With hands steady,
Sinister Syntax
Guided me
To haughty
Nonconformity.

When the smoke engulfs you,
smothers your lungs
cough cough splutter
and your head spins
in the indulge of pleassure
cough cough splutter
Swarmed by the rush of people
in Sydney minding their own business
walking these twisting streets
cough cough splutter
it's at that point that you realise
this is where you're supposed to be
who you're supposed to be
and what you're meant to do.

right now

if there is a rhythm

inside my head

that reverberates

that resonates

there is nothing more

than words that say

how much i so want

to have something

someone

without any repercussions

seen or unseen

to be able to hold something

someone

without being scared

without being ashamed

to be able to look around

and see

and not see

to be able to see

that there is only me

and not to see

things that are not there

but i know that are

that has been

that will always be

to be able to tell to myself

that i can wait

i can wait for anything

and that i will accept

and to accept that while i wait

maybe

the only thing that i will have from now

until the end of this waiting game

is indeed what i only have

what i will always be entitled to have

which is now

but never tomorrow.

i would like so much

to say

that we are halves

and that we make a whole of each other

but sometimes

it’s better when i just close

my eyes, my mind

all the time

with all the time that you can

with all the time that we can.

Evoke emotion, make me cry

Anything to make me respond

For I'm comatose

With a yearning to feel, to move



Evoke inspiration, make me feel

Anything to have me write

To writhe with inspired words

Pouring from my mind, unto paper



Evoke love, make me stupid

Anything to make me fall

Passion flowing through these veins

A snake of deceit and contentment



Evoke in me anything

Response, feeling, falling, coldness

Make me human

Before this animal takes over