I love my sunburnt country,
But not when reefs turn white, and rainforests fall

I love my sunburnt country,
But not when racism, misogyny, and hypoceacy govern it's people.

I love my sunburnt country,
But not when we've boundless plains to share, just not if you come by boat

I love my sunburnt country,
But not when people are taught that because you cover yourself, you are a the enemy.

I love my sunburnt country,
But not when we pretend that this land isn't stole.

I love my sunburnt country,
But not when it's on fire

Poetry is not only about the write
But also about the *read

"Your marriage is falling apart, Rick,"
she had cried in pain

but I knew better:

She'd already given up the moment she decided
it was no longer "our" marriage.

there is a plan of today written deep
spoken aloud and watched keenly
each molecule plays a starring role
and all starring roles work together
there is a plan in progression, the
A plan of unimaginable consequence
for each and every dust particle
and when the dust finally settles
the plan of today will be eternal