Your eyes hold it all Jonno
The teeming history
The comings and goings
The pain and the plunder.

Joyful recollections
And the visceral laceration of serious battle.
Moments of tenderness
Understanding
and gentle humour
Tickling around the corners of your mouth.

Mile upon mile of endless dusty red road
In northern Australia,
Kangaroos and cold beer.
That debate over whose virginity mattered
And whether or not she cared....

Why, oh why did you tear yourself up
Over Gods part in the game?
He never really showed up, did he?
I recall that race you ran,
Courageously, mile after mile
And still came second to Southey...
How that ****** you off.

That last message...
Your eyes, the most alive part of you,
Saying more than the words could ever say.

Farewell sweet Prince....
In my heart
You shall always be my brother.

M.
3 September 2018

My wishes are: that you will
find Comfort in trying times.
Smiles when Sadness intrudes.
Rainbows to disperse dark clouds.
Laughter to kiss your lips.
Sunsets to warm your heart.
Hugs when spirits are low.
Friendship to brighten your being.
A Muse to Inspire you.
Faith in which to believe
in Poetry's possibilities.
Courage to know yourselves.
Confidence when in doubt.
Good Health and the Patience
to accept what is - that you
can go on to live a long
and fulfilling happy life .

Oh!! I almost forgot
more Inspiration - less
Perspiration in your writing
and creativity.

Children,
  conceived in perfection

Born
  to disappoint

When the
  idea

And the reality
  —collide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Wouldst thou for me an air
upon thy tortoise lyre
play, and sing those words so fair
about the Isle of Tyre?

Within whose walls so grand,
there at bazaar would be
hangings made by weaver's hand,
and colored from the sea.

And ships of cedar made,
all crewed by ****** bold,
sailed to shores afar, to trade
for silk and spice and gold.

Consoled by sweet refrain,
I dwell in dreams of Tyre--
going home will e'er remain
my unfulfilled desire.

When the moon retires running her length
the river lies a fishbone on the white plate
feebly breathing like the slosh from oars,
the shadow digs a hole in the bush.

The faintest chill rattles don't escape
and the chatters dull as broken notes,
the shadow picks up from the mist
with the intent of an absorbed dreamer.

The gold diggers in that forbidden land
filter their preys keen to fill some more
from the mines lining the grey riverbank
with each reap a little closer to attainment.

The precise compass weighs the measure
tightening the muscles into a symphony
for that climb onto the ****** in one spring
before stealing the stilled, deep into silence.

I.
perhaps
the stupidest love
the blindest love
is also
the purest love

(and perhaps
the stupidest
and blindest people
are also
the purest people)

II.
love for the sake of loving.

for the way your name stains my tongue
so berry-blue
and the way our gazes hold
tight like a rubber band

do not love for your sake or mine.

and most of all, love
at your own risk.

III.
i love you whole
from the top of your head to the
tip of your toe,
even the grime under your nails
(but that's gross man, please cut them)

IV.
i love you unconditionally
but leaving ***** underwear all over the house?
you're testing me.

V.
i want to love so much that
love drips out from my wounds
and out of every pore of my body,
and you'll say

EWW *** LMAOAOAO

...

f* you

VI.
i want my love to be flawed
like you, before that morning bed selfie
#wokeuplikethis

my ***

VII.
i want my love to take your form,
both your chocolate abs
and your flat ***
<3

VIII.
no, you're not special
i could love anyone-- just give me time
but i chose you

huh
you're special after all