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

i talk to myself and i say
"No.  I'm not coping!"
i talk to myself and it's
Audible     Screaming     Whispers
part of my soul is dying
my umbilical cord is rotting
disgusting filthy raw meat festering
Beware the psychological trap
made of tungsten chromium titanium &

Diamond Doors


....

.
out!
.

it's just raw

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

.
Brubeck &
Daffy Duck
.

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

you are a book
with gold binding
unique

It's a Nina Simone kinda' night tonight
Everything is plas
tic
isn't it a pity
It's 3:30am
& the gin
just kicked in

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and inferior we are not
you and me
biological ancestors
creator
mother father
equivalent
we are identical companions
in this parallel universe
realise the existence of human rights
and the extreme planetary cleanse

do it.
okay!
don't do it.
don't do anything at all?
do nothing.
nothing?


.....

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

why are the burnt bits always so

tasty

....

the wind was knocking at my door, my window, my pain.
i'm tired but all I can think of is birthdays
i hear an echo through the phone
deep in my ears
delusion
a whisper that I can barely hear
passion and heat

.....

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 .....

i feel my words (i hear my soul)
it is a warmth that
heals me

i wanted a solid ground
but i don't have one
so i dance on my feet lightly
with absolute passion

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

I’d go to bed but I can’t get up

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

I find men intriguing
Men with rhythm and strong but gentle hands
Confidence, determination and courage
Who walk with direction and intention with every step -
Without even knowing it
You are a protection against the man who is lost
Who has no self worth
There is no woman who does not respect a man of honour
These men are a rare commodity who do not violate human dignity
They are an intimidation justified

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

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

when you're old things don't work
the step rots
the shower rose clogs
the stew sticks to the pan
it always comes back to the mind ****
a **** would be a whole lot better but
it isn't going to happen
bring on the music
the tequila
the midnight promised kisses
the skin - on - skin
that text that - isn't going to happen?
but it sounds - good
a whole lot of fun
chocolates filled with cherries
long hair
no fear

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

.....

Let your mind rest
In the weeping of your stricken heart

You regret what you said but it was so simple
So pure
You wait for the fire to die down
Their superiority turns to dust in the fireplace
Ultimately

Footsteps in your dreams and red velvet curtains turn the stage
to bare boards
quiet
Their silence is killing you

okay so
let's just go back to self indulgence

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 don't come out the same person you were when you went in
boundaries
they will question you
self control
a curiosity

Nevertheless.
Morality reigns - doesn't it.
The principles of freedom.
Of speech.
Of action.
Remember - you yourself - meet eye to eye.
Nature itself will be the universal change of everything you see.
Commit to the conscience.
The global consciousness.
Every experience is a meditation for the love of mankind.
All the wrongdoing - is transparent.
Who is your father - your mother?
Yes.
It comes back to life doesn't it.
Love comes without ignorance.
What do you call - light?
An inevitable quiet correctness?
Absolute binding laws, of our actions, will not reign.
Lets be practical.
Dissemble suspicion?
Let's see what happens with intelligent beings.
Apply and illuminate truth and reality.
Which now - it certainly not is.

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



alone


.....

try
again

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

forgive me for who i am

....
i've got something in my eye

It could be life.

the actress said
i lost one line
one line
and now i'm here
with
you

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

remember?
your opulence
my starvation
no
of course not
i'd like to say i don't care
but i do
i sit in
and i will to your end
i am your opulence
and you are my starvation
it hurts like a cut in the kitchen
the sharper the blade
the less it hurts
but the more you bleed

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

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

i'm just like my father

i hear a sound coming from my throat that i can't write

it would be really nice to be able to share my madness with
someone
the tree is still tonight