Terra Nullius born from the ashes of colonies past,
from a nation over seas far,
the white cliffs of Dover show their colour,
they reached a land of beauty rich and rare,
they saw and they conquered caring none for those that stood in front of them,
for years this ravaged,
destroying ancient culture,
until a man realised that the land he loved was not his,
taken from him unbeknownst,
he stood in despair,
the system against he fought,
until he died a young man of pain from tortures past,
in his grave he heard the victory he won,
Terra Nullius is gone,
Long live Eddie Mabo.

I ride a wave of feeling,
surfing it finding meaning,
where it will take me i am not sure,
it is a feeling after all,
it takes me places good and bad,
to times I wish I had,
sometimes I crash and burn,
others bring a positive turn,
the sharks wait for me to fall,
strongly I push beyond the call,
to the beach I go for the wave takes me,
the whitewash bubbles around me like emotions,
I step to shore where the wave brought me,
here i stand ashore looking whence I came,
how strong I am with no shame.

A tear rolls down a swollen cheek,
Eyes are blue where violence wreaked,
The sob of tortured life wracks body and mind,
As that blow slows time,
Red blood spots bare skin and canvas,
A world spinning in coloured blackness,
As mind drifts to a place of comfort,
The other raises fists triumphant,
The crowd hollers in jubilance,
Worry not for me just call that ambulance.

Star's in night sky an unimaginable number to the naked eye,
eyes travel through space searching for a glimmering star,
thoughts travel through the minds neural sky synapsing like bright inner stars,
from outer to inner space there is much to see,
eyes search for the wonderful sight,
thoughts search the mind for hope and reason that might,
the more we travel the more we learn,
experience opens the mind and the sky,
acceptance and love expands as we travel,
hope is gained the less we hold back and the more we ask why,
negativity lost as pain and hurt unravels,
through knowledge gained insight opens the door,
a door to a better life as that suffering parts,
a journey is long whether through mind or eye,
experience gained only with both open,
so lets open and travel far and wide.

There is more to a refugee than what you see,
behind the closed doors lies tragedy surely,
oftentimes there is despair,
most surely there is hope,
for in the heart of a refugee is a desire for life,
without conflict and hatred,
if we offer refuge we save a soul,
moreso we will save ours.

Sparkling wine and sparkling smile,
new fashion and new car,
a house and new gadgets to show,
a veneer that shines and glows,
underneath lies more,
unsettled and unknowing,
we show a reflection of not what is true,
a fabrication of our discomfort,
a fear of not belonging,
for the truth lies not in mankind,
but in the nature that surrounds us.

Rolling down the street,
like a die on the table,
what you roll,
is what you get,
the number shows,
unbeknownst,
surprise arrives,
a hint of beauty cross you,
you can't believe your luck.

Sad is the day when a man carries a gun,
to end a life and sow the seed of hate,
divide and deconstruct what has taken eons to build,
reckless and selfish this prophecy occurs,
to what end does the man have,
in their own mind of misfiring thoughts,
lies create alternate reality,
bullets need not be fired,
words and understanding will heal,
together we will build and strengthen,
divided we fall.

So the sun pierces the cloud,
Spear like intensity punctures the world beneath,
Striking leaf and limb,
Green hue brightens,
Skin hue darkens,
Radiant brilliance nuclear power,
Mood melts as skin buzzes,
Elevated mood flowing,
All things seem good,
Life has no worry,
As the sun pierces the cloud.

Spotlights on glare is hot,
People look with waiting stare,
I stumble to remember,
Their voices present inside,
As I find within what I must present,
I have practiced long and hard,
Their moment and mine entwined,
Their realty in my grasp,
My courage floods in waves,
And my voice powers,
I remind those in my midst of what I bring,
Their ears sing as do mine,
As I reminding the world of my gift.

Election day so cast your ballot,
step into the box so no one can see,
who to choose is hard one to swallow,
the one who promises wealth aplenty,
or the one who chooses care and hope,
still others offer this and that,
it's a conundrum as old as we,
thoughts should be open to the plights of others,
less fortunate and able to get to equal,
it is easy to think of oneself and forget the rest,
to do so is cruel and something we should detest,
so think of the man or woman you passed,
that one day in the cold windy rain,
homeless and hopeless they seemed,
yet you can give them what they need,
in that box on election day.

Finger shimmer green hues,
arms extend directionless,
brown cloaks rough,
stomach drinks in poison giving life,
toes unseen hold forever true,
eons have passed since their birth,
pain and suffering withstood,
peaceful and sentient they are,
in their midst we are lesser,
till the day we bring them down,
using their life to shield ours,
in debt we are to them,
our big 'ole friends.

Eyes wide as dishes,
love flowing inward and outward,
intertwined hearts beating,
conversations deep and open,
true thoughts beholden naught to any ideal,
it is the raw you that shines,
this moment shared is magic,
when you dance forever.

Love is not a drug,
it is intrinsic,
when you see the things that cause it,
smell the cause
hear the things that cause it,
feel and taste the cause,
realisation comes from nowhere yet everywhere inside,
your eyes grow soft,
nose prickles,
you hear the very essence of their soul,
the smell is sweet perfume,
the taste is luxury,
love is everything you want to say and do,
it is you,
not thinking just being,
happy and free.

The ball flies fast,
from player to player like giant pinball,
each touch is a score,
for each pass is a telepathic reward,
of hours spent honing skill and strategy,
friends playing friends achieving their dreams,
to show the world on game day your skill unbound,
there is escape for those on court and of court alike,
the worries gone replaced by the battle of mind and body,
only the ball matters,
a pass high above the hoop leads to alley oop,
the crowd cheers and your heart is gleeful,
for the art is witnessed by all.

Love those that are near, for someday they will be far,
without their presence you are bereft and with fear,
with life spent in memory of times had,
through the glimpses of good and bad,
still you hope of times lost,
as you view their image through minds eye,
this is where you love the most.

It runs through my mind like all the time,
Going this way and that,
What is up and what is left is to much,
If I think right I might lose,
If I go down I go far,
Why go anywhere at all?
When all I have is here,
Right inside my mind.

Home is where the heart is,
surely this is true,
so look around in crevice and corner,
and so you shall see hearts aglow,
the hearts of beings small and precious,
cower away from the cold in the warmth,
from spider to roach to name a couple,
your house a refuge away from the biting cold,
not just for you but for many,
like refugee's they come,
so give them a home for a while,
'till the day the warm sun glows.

An ordinary man
Ya know I'm just a ******* ordinary man
Cut me some slack
I grind I grind for miles
I'm just an ordinary man
Keeping it straight
Cut me some slack
Just a ******* ordinary man
Real enough
For you for me
A beer here or there
Cut me some slack
Just an ordinary man
Maybe more
Maybe less
Smoke this and that
Yeah cut me some slack
What's up with you
Flyin straight
Enough for me and for you
Just cut me some slack
I'm just an ordinary
Ordinary man
I work I play
I get it
Responsibility
For you for me
Cut me some slack
Just straight up
An ordinary man

Born into a world we cannot perceive,
our fate entwined with those we first see,
through wombs walls we heard them speak,
their voice the source of stability,
their love abundant at first view,
love at first sight was not true for you,
yet surely it grew,
through selfless love they gave,
the measure of their love is how much you grow,
inside and out your branches stretch,
living fullness of life,
only fear and harm trims the branches,
safe inside their cocoon of love,
they hope potential will be reached,
the course was set by them,
the journey is up to you.

Life awaits those who wish,
although it's not a subtle dish,
through light and dark we travel,
sometimes the purpose unravels,
stitch the seams and mend the hems,
as your life travels another bend,
on it goes and as it flows,
the more you have to show.

all of us have a story to tell,
so listen and listen well.

There are other worlds than these,
For which world do we exist?
A plane of multiple existences,
There lies the twist.
Without knowing the answer to the riddle,
One’s endless search for the enigma begets,
Another world.
The search ever in continuance,
For meaning and of life.
‘till the day comes,
To enter the plane,
Of other worlds than these.

Psytrance plays,
I dance,
bass movin,
feet step n glide,
friend DJ smiles,
I smile,
this is how it is supposed to be,
havin fun,
dancin till the sweat comes,
dance more,
legs tired,
dance,
till I drop.

Shifty Mac an Irish drunk,
He plies his trade with *****,
Be it beer scotch or skunk,
He imbibes the lot by the trunk,
Shenanigans he presents to those he punk,
He doth no monk,
He stumbles and gropes till a thunk,
A smack a cross the lips for this drunk,
On the floor he lay as the sun hath sunk,
He arise by the light of dawn on his bunk,
Oh how he flunked.

Days are spent early longing for each others touch,
whirlwind desire clouding judgment much,
the days roll on as the love changes,
hours spent in each others midst akin to flicking through pages,
the story moves on from romance to happenstance as lives take over,
no longer desire but routine all before is now just a dream,
the air thicker and colder as time has rent a wound,
the ***** in the armour to hard to repair,
as we drift in solemn silence we reminisce of times had,
to reverse the cold passage needs time not some fad,
bridge the gap with love and respect,
it will bring bountiful fruit of which you may not expect.

The window is a world of view,
a mind is too,
through piercing sun or solemn gloom there is colour born anew,
a mood of positive or negative, still hope remains true,
the spring is abloom with colours prismatic, air afresh with scents,
hope springs eternal in your mind, negativity gone through forgets,
summer blazes wildfire hot, sea scents wistfully play the air,
fun is to be had, as you bloom anew,
autumn comes vividly, somber colours announce impending gloom,
mood negatively paths, trepid you await the cold,
will there be colour, will my world be just the window i look through,
winter comes quick and cold, thoughts of a colourless life bring despair,
yet out of the window a bud still waits, through your window view,
colour is present despite the perceived doom, positivity awaits those who can view.

Today as I wake my soul born anew,
I await the morning like the first drop of dew,
the sun will rise as my soul is condensed by the want of others untrue,
like the dew drop of a fresh morning new the sun takes what it likes leaving not much to view,
until all is gone and weariness comes there is no more soul and no more dew,
so bed I go to wake again hoping to be born anew.

It doesn't matter,
We are not who we think we are,
All context is apparent in the physical world,
Our being is defined to others by our presence,
Yet internally we are defined by thought,
This illusion is a manifestation of ours and other's perceptions,
Yet reality is not so virtual,
We are just energy,
Subatomical vibrations in an endless universe,
We are all just a part of the glorious birth,
The universe exists as it was and is now,
That is what matters.

Watchin box,
What do I see,
Depends on the time you tune in,
Formulaic crap or something you haven't seen,
How experienced you are,
Well that determines how you view,
Thee.

Bleak as a dark mass wave crashing craggy shores,
thoughts bludgeon hammer and anvil try that I might,
still I wait for the one to ring true, bludgeon no more,
it comes like a comet at night,
travelling to fast to catch perhaps,
I reach hoping to snare that wonderful sight,
and so I grasp, a wondrous thought,
to put to page and give to critique this night,
hoping that it will be sought.

Look around the present and what do you find,
Things real and unreal to behold,
A fissure small between the divide,
It's matter of fact is the matter,
Pliable to mind,
You search The tatter,
What you find in inside,
Is yours to mould,
To break the bind.

Sands drift downward,
Filling from empty to full,
A libran scale unbalanced,
Life on the fulcrum,
Which way it drifts,
Causes a life,
From empty to full,
Were it weighs?
Full of what?
Time will show.

Cyrstal glass and morning sun, the day has just begun,
life at the ready, awake the bones show the mirror the real you,
disaster aview the withered not born new, your day can be summed by your point of view,
opaque glass of distorted colours gives rise to known thoughts of different you's,
So step out the door and hit the sun, it brings the energy when your day has begun,
Oh the sun, it shines on you, makes you feel all new,
The chair creeks like a rusty gate as you sit to await your fate,
you check the email box for hint of cheer, instead dread is what you fear,
demand on demand and your day is awaste with wasted time,
where is the window? oh so far, step up from you box and get there fast,
out of the window the world awaits, the sun shines on without you as your day goes awaste
Oh the sun, it shines on you, makes you feel all new,
Give it up get there, you have given your share,
life awaits you, give up the ghost of the host that binds you,
oh the sun shines on

Swoon for love,
searching for the one that fits,
while others go waiting,
those that write of love,
make friends aplenty,
write otherwise and friends are harder to see,
hearts so willing to follow the path of love,
that emotions and thoughts otherwise,
go missing.

When angers courses and boils through our trembling veins,
We seek to find the source,
Outward we look hither and yon,
Frantically pursuing ever thinning threads,
Through frustration we limit our search to those we project to,
Yet inward we find the cause of our muddle,
There deep inside our mind attached to our spine,
Where the darkness of generations past resides,
Pulling threads to hard to see,
Lies the truth,
If we are to grow then inward we must go.

The sky a dark eyed wonder why,
Stars glimmer stark to the eye,
Mind travels trajectories far,
searching for meaning in the mar,
while those exploit and pull thee to a cause,
you take a minute to pause,
for everyone a being of special root,
meaning the anchors of society are moot,
for you to follow your meaning,
will mean you are a special being.

The happy you believes in yourself and others.