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 Jun 16 Sky
Joseph Rice
 Jun 16 Sky
Joseph Rice
Don’t look away
When the man weeps
When the woman dies
When the child wails
When the dog whines

Cruelty is the universe moving
Suffering is the feeling of life

Don’t look away
Into the happy times
Into the fearful memory
Into the conceited depression
Into the fake gods

You can’t escape your fate
You won’t evade death.
 Jun 15 Sky
B Irwin
 Jun 15 Sky
B Irwin
Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, blood, and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
We love like gushing streams.
Wound like thorned bush.
Hurt by humanity like hunted prey.
As we burn, as we are cut down,
As we are wounded, crippled, abused,
We still grow.
 Feb 27 Sky
Dr Peter Lim
The heart
is silent poetry
the incubator
of most-felt words
and sentiments
which are their time biding
for ripening-

even the deepest love
should know that waiting
strengthens every affection
as the flowers know
their right moment
of blossoming-

there shall be
no forcing
the heart-
it's subject
to no one's bidding-

experiences set in
of joy and pain
of living and hating
all life coalesced
in every mood
and feeling

is the breeding
and crystallising
of the most sublime
where the deepest suffering
goes into dissolving
with the heart's sanctifying

and there shall end
the bleeding and sorrowing
when the voice of silent poetry
finds herself in the writing.
* theme conceived yesterday as I was leaving the local library where I spend most of my afternoons, usually from 2 to 5 pm ,  in an eastern suburb of Melbourne, 18 km from the city
 Feb 1 Sky
Kafka Joint
Every day I get up
To go into myself,
Getting lost there,
And finally giving up,
To begin tomorrow
From the start.
 Jan 19 Sky
 Jan 19 Sky
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 Jul 2019 Sky
No one
 Jul 2019 Sky
You hated yourself
Before anyone hated you.
And you hated them, they don't understand you.
And you bled trough your eyes
Before anyone saw you.
 Jul 2019 Sky
A girl as I am
 Jul 2019 Sky
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.

Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.
 Jun 2019 Sky
Star Girl
 Jun 2019 Sky
Essence below which I lay
on slowly drifting clouds
of stardust, waiting in hope
for my eclipse to pass me by
as you twinkle far above
plastered on my celestial ceiling,
wanting each and every night
to last forever...
Drifting through the cosmos
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