you are my platonic lover

my intellectual love affair

its like there isn't any other

when we get inside each others head

it's like we can read each other's mind

I just want to crawl into bed with your thoughts

make love to your intelligence


you are a special kind of friend

we have this connection

I'm always bouncing off you

you you're always bouncing

we've seen our ups and downs

of this emotional roller coaster

Its a ride I want to take over and over again


You blow my mind when I'm with you

let's do it again

The way things are going
the direction we're headed
is the total destruction
of the entire planet

unless we put down
the gun pretty soon
there'll be a white
elephant in the room

It's now or never
to say live or let die
for everyone's sake
I hope we get it right

make no mistake
face the fire in the sky
It takes more than it takes
than this slow genocide

it's always a shame
to watch a civilisation die
burnt by the flames
of the fire in the sky

all the destruction
all the loss of life
to see all that modern
technology fry

but from out of the ashes
will spring new life
and a single cell
will multiply

evolution
will start again
slowly gathering
Intelligence

what monuments will be seen
by future races
what will they think about
the shape of our faces

when in the debris
they find the traces
of our ancient
civilisation

The shimmering haze
Carried me
To the crystal waters
Of an oasis spring
Surrounded by nothingness
The emptiness of
Sterile desert sands

At first I washed my feet
Then I washed  my hands

I placed my eyes
In the mouth
Of an emerald green frog
I rested my mind
On a plumped up clump
Of bushy green moss

I detached my tongue
And used it like a sponge
To clean the dirt
From my sodden ears
While it whispered
To me
Softly
All my forgotten fears

I extracted my brain
Through my nose
And flushed  my skull
With a convenient hose

I took off my head
And lay it on a bed
Of freshly gathered
Lilly-pads
Pulled out my spine
Hung it on a vine
That was currently
Bearing fruits Devine

I emptied the rest
Of my bodies contents
Into the crystal
Waters of the spring
And through my eyes
Held within
A frogs mouth
I watched them swim

My soul relaxed
Sun-baking
In a spiritual collage
They found my bones
Sun bleached clean
It was all just a mirage

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Pigsty (Beg My Pardon)


even in my darkest nights
I could see the light of day
even at dizzy heights
I could focus on the *****
when I was down
there was always an upside
I could always turn a
frown into a smile
when I'm digging
down in the garden  
I'm aware
it's a pigsty
beg my pardon

Like a dog licking its wounds
Like a god forever entombed
The stone won't roll away for me

Like the moss that grows on a rock
For a thousand years I've waited
Im a toad in the hole you see

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A wounded heart
Can or can't  
Bare its scars so easily

Time can forgive and time can forget
Open up old wounds and bleed again

The blood of a thousand hearts bled dry
Fill red rivers rising

Into the sky like fire

Spilling into the sun

I'm sorry I ruined our spaceship
I didn't mean to break your hyperdrive
I didn't want it to be this way
but the results comply
with the theory of relativity
We made a ripple in the space time continuum
That upset the balance of natural algorithms
and the organisms we grew
in our micro envirourment
couldn't climatiise to the change
and became extinct
Now only monotonal groans
bounce between the airwaves
of our subconsciousness
Smolderijg in ashes
of the fire we once built
Turned into the ground
to bring on the new flowers
of next Sping.

As we look out
upon our new landscape
Oblivion comes into view
Overshodowing the void
of the overshadowing
void that we once knew
The Panoramic vista
gives us visa upon the earth
To spend time
in the meternal moment of life
and death
A perpetual dance
on the floors of grand halls
Palaces made of gold
In spa baths designed
for the pleasures of ***
A feast fit for kings
prepared in the lands of
sacred burial grounds
Spring breaks with the tantrum
of a young child
before the bell chimes and tentras
take the place
of the modern day
no foundations
clinging from above
The dove returns to the eve
just out of reach
reluctant to share
the olive branch

Colour becomes white
Like Doves
Transparent windows of ice
The sun shines down valleys
and alleyways
Crimson in devise

Light beams of orange and green
Send Larrikins tending
To fields of magical beans
To ride upon an insects back
Dressed in robes of inquest black

Tortoiseshell Mottled
Outback Bottled
Wattle Tree
We see the discovery
In magnified photography

Little whiskers
Like astronauts
Like blue defines the out line
of an afterthought

Colours return
In high definition
Sublime eyes
Sneak a second glimpse
of the premonition

Silver and gold
Stories foretold
In the ages of old
Surreal animals
Exchanging gifts
Plugging the holes
Of which become rifts

The delicate curves
of ambiguous reef
The place where wayward
Ships come to grief

The whole world rides
On a Tortoise's back
The illusion of time
Soon shows up in the cracks

Misty rivers
Cascade through valleys
In place of the footpath
In place of the alleys

The earth is a middle age man's
Hairline receding
With a mind like a open cut mine
With a heart that's bleeding

Baring itself to the elements
Delicately flowering
Self-pollinating diversity
In the face of adversity

Our Attention turns to flying
Gracefully
Showing
The birds what to do

In three dimensions
time elapses
from the present to the past
creating the illusion
of a future time
perhaps will ever-last

But the sad truth will come
though divine intervention
or alien invasion
from a parallel dimension
One by one
we're abducted
delivered to be witness
of the rising sun
being experienced
by sentient beings

It will be the dawning of a new age
The turning of a new page
that will give a new word
to the world
"Eternalism"
as we kaleidoscopic
into the telescopic vision
of a never ending dream

When we all experience
the same spontaneous
combustible
sensation of enlightenment
and the walking dead
of our sub-conscious mind
experiences the consequence
of our brutal existence
and what it means
to be both dead
and alive
at the same time...

Then we shall dream
the eternal dream of
now and forevermore

you're a father who abandoned your children
when we were at a sensitive age
your a father who abandoned your children
and that's how I want it to stay

you reckon it was mum who had left you
and that she had taken us away
but was you who started a new family
and forgot about the one you'd made

you said you need someone to do all your cooking and cleaning
what you meant was another slave
now I realise everything you said had a double meaning
you condemned yourself trying to be saved

I never once saw you with mum in the grand stand
you didn't show up for my 21st birthday
you didn't turn up for my wedding
you don't even know my kids names

now you rock that chair on the veranda
with all the symptoms they say
of almost full blown dementia
slowly waisting away

I feel like a king
telling all of his men
to put humpty dumpty
back together again
cause the world took a dive
and its had a great fall
and all we think about
is putting up another wall

The divide is like driving
a stake into the ground
staking a claim
to what ya think that ya found
we put up the barriers
between me and you
so we can do what we want
and do it out of view

but what if we can't
repair the damage
no matter what we do
there's not enough glue
for all the kings horses
and all the kings men
to put humpty dumpty
back together again

Ive been trying to quietn the mind
To be a little more mindful
So I can find the time
To be a little less mindless
The more you live in the moment
The moments become timeless
The more you move the more you see
Most people are lifeless
There are people everywhere
Brainwashed beyond compare
You can see it in their eyes
Within their vacant stare

There's a lot of people
Who are lost in their minds
They don't even know
If they're dead or alive
Goin about their business
In a haze of dizziness
Living for tomorrow
Thinking bout yesterday
Listening to the chatter
The story of their lives
There's a lot of people
Who're preoccupied