Surprise! Surprise!
It's your birthday today!
Many gifts, many presents, you'll open before the next sunrise?
Happy birthday!
Here are your presents!
Merry birthday!
You feel my presence.
Yes, yes! It is today!
As you know, I am your friend,
I know what's best.
And as I am your friend,
I am your guest.

Tall tales and true,
Tally **, Paraburdoo,
One tail that's Blue,
Australian dog, town Dampier,
Another Kelpie, Cattle Dog Cross,
Red Dog, the pilgrim wanderer.
Dried, barren landscapes,
Tally, Blue, Dampier Salt,
Wounds, numerous fights and scrapes.
Inspiration looks us down,
Dampier folks will look up,
Overlooking Dampier town,
All but just a memory.

Fear what you will find.
Fear the canines and their terrible bark.
Fear them.
Fear the things that lurk in the dark.
Fear it.
Fear the victim's blood curdling cry.
Fear it all.
Fear the blood eagle body and the killer's eye.
Fear death.
For do you know
Where you go
After death?
And do you know
Truth from lies?
Or what it's like so
To lose your eyes?
What did you hear
About the unknown?
And why do you fear
Just being alone?
But why should you fear
Anything at all?
Fear makes you panic;
It makes you feel nervous.
You'll cringe at the sound of a breaking stick
Then you'll start feeling anxious.
So don't fear,
Fear nothing.
What they say, you don't hear.
False are some things
But in truth, they're also in your mind.

One, the friends you shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a caged bird will die when set free.
Four, you are the hunted, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen your deceit; belay your tricks.
Seven, a cursed soul shan't return to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if God is the Devil himself, who do you worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of your damnation.

You do not answer.
Why do you not?
Please, don't leave me here.
It's too dark, I can't see a thing.

Do you still remember?
You used to hug me a lot.
You are the one thing I do not fear.
I love you, I want to hear you sing.

I love your voice,
It is so beautiful.
I love you for who you are.
There's no need to change.

But you leave me no choice.
You have grown forgetful.
The light is fading from your star,
Yet still we have words to exchange.

Garnier.
The shampoo that makes you put your hands in the air
and scream and shout because you like the smell of your hair.
Disaster strikes when you find you've emptied your share.
So next day, you hurry back to the dragon's lair,
only to find a sign that says, "Buy one, get one free, if you dare."
You wonder why it doesn’t say, “Ferocious beast. Beware.”
Suddenly, you hear something scampering – a hare.
The beast is approaching. You escape but end up taking the pair.
You emerge from the shops feeling like royalty – the heir
to the magnificent and brilliant throne of Garnier.
Something strange is happening. You can feel it, on skin so fair,
with the wind chilling you to the bones and frizzing your hair.
Your ****** features tell it all, a reaction like that is rather rare.
In fact, one man notices you and continues to stare.
Sensing eyes, you turn around, see the man and glare.
You believe that men have no manners, something you should declare.
Yet many oppose your sentiments. They have faith in the mayor,
albeit they complain about the bus fare.
Return to reality. Why is it, your body feels bare?
Glancing at the empty bottle in your hand; a picture of a mare
and some words. You read it out loud, “Take care.
Garnier”.

What will you find at the edge of the world?
A portal,
Mythical creatures,
Acid mist swirled?
Magic dust,
Talking animals,
Or a world full of mammals?
What will be at the end of the world?
Flying dragons,
An unknown land,
Money at birth?
Strange new creatures,
An endless maze,
Or a light brown haze?

What is life and what is love?
What is death and what is pain?
To all those who live, what is freedom?
And to all the living corpses, what is sacrifice?
What is honesty, faith and compassion?
What part of it is being human?

Why begin wars when you can end them?
Why follow others when you can walk your own path?
If memories exist why do you forget them?
But if memories are painful then why not erase them?
Why please society when you can be yourself?
Why is being human the most difficult challenge?

One, the cater-cousins thee shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a cag'd bird shall kicketh the bucket at which hour setteth free.
Four, thou art the did hunt, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen thy deceit; belay thy tricks.
Seven, a curs'd soul shan't returneth to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if 't be true god is the Flibbertigibbet himself, who is't doth thee worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of thy damnation.

Lord of the Flies,
As a golden yellow book,
Lord of the Flies,
Has a very boring look.
Lord of the Flies,
With a brand new cover,
Lord of the Flies,
Still has no new lover.

You bury your head in shame
in a pit full of snakes,
but despite all your fame
the creatures will not wake.
Try, try,
as you might.
Try, try,
but you cannot take flight.
This is the world you fight to live in,
this is the world full of suffering.
Oh try, try,
as you might.
Try, try,
but you'll never again see the light.
This is Earth,
this is home.
This was where you were given birth,
this was where dinosaurs did roam.
This is where you take your last breath,
this is where your body now lies.
This is where you experience death,
this is where you say your goodbyes.
So try, try,
as you might.
Try, try,
your spirit dances in the moonlight.
Oh, so try, try,
as you might.
Try, try,
and feel the pain as the creatures bite.

When you see a guy
So proudly eating his pie,
Does your mum make you cry?
So much, that you'll lie
Even about a fly
That's about to die?
So hear me now sigh
And say you're high,
Then you'll see my goodbye.
Just don't ask why.

Here in the darkness,
I will hide.
Come find me,
I shall await you.

Here in the blackness,
bona fide.
There are three
true shades of dark blue.

You ask, what are they?
Lay to rest.
Must I say?
Black, blacker, blackest.

Rain, rain, rain.
It's really such a pain.
When the creatures see the rain,
You just want to have them slain,
To see the crimson light rain
And the thoroughbred horse with the bright red mane.
All goes swirling down the fiery red drain.
Rain, rain, rain.
It isn't just a pain.

The Light, the Dark,
Death and decay.
Angels take flight,
Countless souls saved by Noah's Ark.
A fallen Guardian, by the name of Seth.
Humans who pray,
Worshipping the Demon God of Night.
From a being of Light to a being of Dark;
The Grim Reaper it became, for it itself is Death.
A millennium has passed. Unbeknownst to all, the Dark Lord's Day.

I woke up early on Christmas Day
but everybody else just slept in.
I'm not the religious type so I don't pray,
instead, to make my breakfast, find my toast is mouldy, and throw it in the bin.
What a great way to start this merry day.

When night turns to day,
shadows come out to play.

Look under the bed
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.

Before you choose to end your life,
I'll give you a piece of my own advice.
Today the world will end in strife,
Be sure to hang on with a grip like a vice.
In the end, if you still wish to use one's knife,
Do not hesitate, for your desire will suffice.

I saw children,
Teachers,
And friends.
I heard thunder,
Pelting rain.
I felt tingling,
Hairs stand up.
I smelt bad breath,
Perfume and more.
I tasted sweets,
Burgers and more.

Scars and open wounds.
Lies and treachery.
Soon all will be doomed.
Live in misery.

Do you love me?
Do I know you?
I don't understand, I just cannot see.
I am confused, I don't know what to do.

It is feeding.
Memories. Flashbacks.
You are drowning.
Sweet, black impurity.
You are drifting.
The world is evolving.
Time stops.
It is feeding.
Darkness consumes.

Say you may
And then we'll pray.
So now, let's stay
Until that day.
Stay awake to have your say
Then rest your head on the bed of hay.
The night will be darker than dullest grey
When silver bullets start to ricochet.
Day by night and night by day,
You will dance until you pay.
Answer one question, if you may.
How many eggs will the dead hen lay?
Answer one more, if you'll stay.
How many times did the dead horse neigh?

I'm always on my phone,
Everyday.
Just what can I do?
Because every time I think of it,
I am alone.
So on every other day,
Can I ask you,
What is it
That you do when you're alone?

If I try to be happy
they pull me down
and make me angry,
then paint me a clown.
With this sad life
I will be nobody's wife,
but I don't want to be.
I want to be free.
I don't want to be bound
by another vow or oath.
I just want to be found
and not have to loathe.

The light.
Far, far away,
Too high up,
How can it be reached?
It can't.
We can see its glow
And the scattered fragments through the foliage
But we can't touch it.
We aren't able to,
It is simply impossible.
Rather, the light reaches through,
Into the dark
And into our eyes,
And it touches us instead.
The light cannot be reached
But we still have to find it.

I can't focus, this music is distracting me.
It's pulling me away from reality,
from where I currently prefer not to be.
I'm losing my mind, I cannot see
but frankly, I don't care anymore. Gee.

There are some who thrive
and others who perish.
There are those who strive
but not all who cherish.
What is there left for a bee in its hive
with nothing at all to relish?

You can't write a poem now? That's fine.
It takes hours to edit and refine?
That's something I don't do for mine.
But I guess you'd want yours to shine.

One day, you see a fly.
The next day, you tell a lie.
On the third day, you're being sly.
The day after that, you're acting shy.
On the fifth day, you witness someone die.
The sixth day, you notice the weather was dry.
One day later, what is it that you finally decide to buy?