there are only two things that make your woman content
can you count?
apparently
not

cusped in hands as i sit alone without the paranoia of you and yours



alone


.....

My adrenalin is curdling
Douse me in rose water to dampen the steel blue and olive green in the mist
breathe
Gratitude and silver kettles
stepping stones
Complacent?
no
Diffident.
naivete surrenders

....

i don’t care about that
i care about the smell
.....

I come back to the waterfall I borrowed that flooded my house
I gave it back

Healing the mind is a process
calming
We need to surround ourselves with beauty
In sight, sound
Tactile
feeling objects
Stress is unforgiving
unless you forgive it yourself
It's a practice
forest bathing
Ocean cleansing, constantly moving
Strawberries and hibiscus in the sunlight
Stroking the forehead of your child
gently
The smokiness of the molasses
The sweetness of the maple syrup
the purity of the water

.....

How can you be the keeper for so many people and love but just one
It has to be the longevity

I'm an ol' woma in a young woma
i'm a young woma in an ol' woma

I am a woman

calm down girl
Nah! **** it!
carry on

.......

You know when you feel that excitement of life in your throat?
it's a guttural tone
The gratitude zone.
Primeval.
When it hits you
You know it and you smirk on the right side of your lips

I’d go to bed but I can’t get up

What are you doing!?
Same as you.
Intellectualising.

let's all not
sleep together

i focus on my hand and
i see
happiness is closing my eyes and not being here
it's like....
trying
click of the tongue
different
i like it

push push out of the way
i set my hair free
i see my hand but i can't focus on it
but i do see every vein

If i lick my lips like i do to music
to you
hold on
show me the honey
not the money
as you stare into my eyes
i see stars
and i wonder why
you share my love
you crown me
in the city lights

i bite my lip and
if i raise my hands
hold on
i push my chair out
and let my hair out
Oh yeh
Ooooh yeh!
the raw
honey
softly
feeling the glow of your heart standing by
tenderness
tender- ness
my heart wanders
aimless- ly
hand in hand
shimmering in the spot light
grey roads
turn to blue
as you say goodbye
i .....

softly
as you stare into my eyes
i see stars
and i wonder why
you share my love
i feel the glow
of your heart
standing by
tenderness
tender- ness

you crown me
in the city lights
my heart wanders
aimless- ly
hand in hand
shimmering in the spot light
grey roads
turn to blue
as you say goodbye
i start to softly cry

Well Janet
I caught you in the end baby
It's in the blood
Under the November moon
'62 must've been a good year
The plums, blackcurrants and dark cherries curled around the vanilla
The wild geese flourished and the money tree thrived in the silver lining
24 days and the luck kicked in
Stop right there girl!
But you know you're no going to
Are you bored?
"Look at that Janet, a Blue Spotted ***!"
belly laugh
Driving straight into the rainbow

the truth is that when you're suicidally unhappy
words
twist and **** and grind deep in your throat like a virus
switch
still can't swallow?
but it's easier to breathe
speak and dance and skip high on toes
my back is itchy
scratch
wallow in the op shop blanket soaked and dried in the sun until crisp
sharp
beautifully worn
comfortable
solitude binding
i'm going to share my blanket with you tonight
my water bottle
my hot water bottle
fever has turned to cool
like toes under the ice water dripping from the down pipe on a stinking hot day in the reflection of the red
dirt
i too
am confused

Pain lies with the living and their perception of guilt
Not the dead
For the deceased is free
It is that thought of their sufferance that stops the rope from its short but lethal tug
If non existent time ensues
Happiness returns but remember
Had guilt not played its part
White light would have been the utopian end

savour the delusion
exclusion zone
steel grey cloud
luminous silvered trim
grin
morning light
sunrise touching fingers stretched
twist & twitch
listen
a belated moon
skin
ascending golden shadows
birdsong
sans angst

The Queen is always on the road because it's a ******* jungle out there boys
Your sarong is slipping and the straight women are trying to get romantic tonight
Don't fall for the sentimental sandwich
i know you won't
Your perfume smells like a million flowers in a hurricane
i love your evening gown
Me? Personally?
I go for the double talk
I didn't see the falls like you did but
I raised my eyebrows
bob and a bingadybing!

laugh

........

Let your mind rest
In the weeping of your stricken heart

He put his beautiful hands inside her chest and wrapped them around her heart, holding it gently, with a steady gaze into her eyes locked in healing.
warmth
How does she let that go?
How does she walk away?
She doesn't.
She stands solid on her ground but can't look up or, she would peel her skin to reveal her soul.
motionless
Stable in her stance with light breath and hands by her side, composed and self restrained, she is silently gorging on the moment.
locked
Suspended in time and space and frozen in the shift from the reality of their surrounding kingdom and the mortals within it, they are eternal.

raw
blunt
true
the simplicity of words
consultation & exchange
a caress in the fray of animated hands and eyes
and breath
distance near
orbit the sensitivity
conversational sensibility
withdraw with gentle salutation
don't look back
or you won't leave

It wasn't me but, it's me now.

i bought a chair at an antique shop today
30 bucks
it belongs in my house
i've been talking to him all night
the man who sat in it has now taken centre stage
he was a good man
the chair is wide and made of wood
he is wise
calm
don't get me wrong
if the chair starts looking ugly
i'll burn that ****** to the ground
he hung himself and he regrets it
i feel sympathy
and he feels freedom even though.....
i cook chicken with home grown oranges and cinnamon, cumin
ginger, honey, dates....
my chair is happy
it's all about the cinnamon and the honey

Avocado, coconut, chic peas and chic - ken
brrrk
brrk brrrk brrk
Oranges, apples, bananas
Mc Donald's for dinner?
Every night!
"kids, let's eat out tonight and every night at.....  Mums house!"
Spicy coconut lentils
Moroccan Chicken with dates
Chic pea pasta
Brown rice
WILD RICE
hang on - this is a bit weird
just wild food eating whilst listening to a blues piano keyboard

I SEE YOU ZIP PAST THIS POEM
zippidy ******* do dah
Blues Fest Byron Bay Australia
The best ******* pie I've ever eaten
kangaroo
Had to high five the guy who made it

Shhhhhh

I see comfort in my work because it's easier there
I'm not starving anymore
I ate the cake
I rub my thumbs together and stare at them, wondering
The universe is asking me WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I don't know!
But if it's good, I'll take it.
I'm confused
In the void
There is a transition happening
I'm caught in the middle of a muddle bug
I speak Latin don't you know
not
Oh My God!
Your knees are bleeding

You are afraid to remove your tedium
Fearful of the fallout
The banal europaeus is holding the leash at your throat to the studded collar around your neck
it digs in
A sorceress
She put toenail of beast in your brew a long, long time ago
consequences
She has fattened you up - for the banquet
You are the cheese platter when everyone is glutted
Don't look sideways or you might see something you can feast on
peripheral vision
The scholar has stalled
The pendant has curbed
The kittens have been sold leaving the mother cat a bitter Queen
biting
Time to wander into the palpitating stream
It flows to the wild, capricious & abstruse white light of the sun

that is all

It was a balmy evening.
Allan was from the Quentin era.
He hid his feminine reality but not his henna red.
The lights were dim and the pool was cool man.
It was winter but the moon shone bright and warm, just like Allan.
With port wine magnolia flowers in the water, he swam like Esther Williams.
Alone.
He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
Breaching.
I watched Allan from a dim room through the glass door.
My heart still feels his freedom on that night.
He has passed now.
His moments of pure joy still remain in all that knew him.
What a deep breath he was.

you know when you look for words so hard
scouring through words
it's all in my reality with no words in an index or list
alphabetically speaking
i'm not sure if the words i'm looking for ......
ahhhhh
they're floating on air
exist

If you take my money I want it back
I won't ask for it but if you turn up with a bit of paper for me, without me asking
I'm going to respect that
It's easy to forget the $$$ when it isn't yours
I do love that look of surprise when the money is given back like
I forgot
hahahaha
What a laugh

music
simple

Take me to the festival
I'll bow at your feet
Leave me in the mud

You come from a hard town.

Hi
It's all going to be okay
Hold on
You
Are not alone

i'll squeaze out the words and make them my allergy
an interesting itch that makes me bleed

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just rite with nuthin stoppin ya
dont breeth
just rite from tha hart
do it
its a freedom
no wun will see wat you rite unless ya show em
but a pinky promis
ya haf ta show
me

We all get caught in the spiders web
It's not until the morning dew releases you that you realise
It's simply sticky

My (in)sanity has gone on holidays
It's in a place that's fluid, formless & welcoming
Cool, warm
My breadbasket is full, expanding - comfortably
Everything is relaxed and - lazy
I catch the songs of my childhood
Crystal dreaming
Silently screaming
That liquid breeze
I fold into myself and nurture the memories
Beautiful solitude
Private, personal space
No one can see me so
I'm safe here
Let this time never end
Everyone is on the move
And so am I
Being me
At home in myself

my energy surpasses the required limit
i see the line and i jump
when i look back i expect people to be right behind me
what i see is vacant stares
i shake my head and think to myself "I'm alive!"
i'm alive until i'm dead

i'll dance and look at you with a vacant glance
because that is what you deserve
i'll breathe that heavy breath
that breath that you wish to breathe
at 10pm
the party hasn't even STARTED

i'm in the wrong place
i need to find the forest that accepts strangers
who love the vines and the twisted roots
and the organic soil rich with nutrients
blinding glitter in the sand
singing under my feet

as i walk
WALK

I sit with my legs crossed &
All I want to do is
Open them.
I don't think you could handle the
Smell.
I can see you
Dribbling, so
I tuck my skirt into my knickers
Only on one side
And sache to the bathroom

As I sit
I ponder
and.....
*** to the conclusion that,
It's all in the perspective
So?

the pag
Well
there you go
it's all about the 'pag'
what ever the ** that is

My hands are clasped in prayer to my forehead, my lips, my heart
I wipe lipstick off with my softly clenched fist
Naked face
I'm walking on the footpath beside asphalt road
I collide with city traffic where lights blind
And duck eggs make living smooth
this is a whole planet day off
My sister, the turtle shares a map of the snake that shows where the river is
It's deep
The port wine magnolia shares space with lemon myrtle
The creek slides in on the side like the footpath
I have a collapsed thought reclining in my chair
vegetables baked into the omelet
Wild food speaking
Unknowingly I fly
Straight into the sun
"With spectacles on nose my youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
My shrunk shank, and my faint voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in my sound.
Second childishness and mere oblivion ensues.
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Steel guitar flick - riff
The morning holds on to flowers and summer and clear free days that shimmer in the candle light under the tree
shine
Fly away