Tell me that you didn't love me
So I could go to bed
Sleep with my self. instead
Of your thoughts in my head

Tell me that you didn't care
I would go away deep
Into the woods and seek
The wilderness lost in me.

scenery so beautiful it draws attention to your mind
rose petals are soothing to the skin
the touch, the feel.
thorns down at the end
guarding itself
along the stem
down to the roots
where the seeds were planted deep into the soil
that's the real beauty

                                           -don't chase after those who touch the flower without knowing the soil.

Oh, memory strike
down my waning pride,
and like the visceral
oceans in the sky,
fall each dawn as dew,
and surge each paling dusk,
pour like torrents
of monsoons \ hurricanes.
Serve only as a reminder
of the wars I've lost, and
the battles I've just begun.

I do not know what it will take,
But I know that this will end,
I shouldn't even be feeling this way,
When I know you're just a friend.

I know that you're in love with her,
I know that you'll always be,
I know your thoughts toward us have vanished,
But I don't know what you saw in me.

I know I'll never be perfect,
But I do know how hard I try,
I don't know just where we stand,
I only know how it hurt when you said goodbye.

I know that you'd rather be,
Without me and my thoughts,
But I know if I don't talk to you,
My stomach twists in knots.

I know my heart is happy,
If you're happy too,
But I don't know why i can't,
Stop thinking about you.

in our time
we think we know
most animals of the world
from films and videos

yet
seeing
an echidna come out of the underbrush
about to cross the road
but then
    looking at all the cameras
deciding to quietly go back home for a while

watching
a young humpback whale
launch her tons out of the sea
in the sheer joy of breaching
falling back in a white splash
that sends your boat rocking

feeling
the hard back of a wombat
    under its thick coat of hair
the soft fur of a koala
the cool skin of a blue-tongued lizard

feeding
a wallaby whose sharp claws
tenderly hold your hand
so that the food
            does not go away too soon

hearing
the swelling maniacal laughter
     of a flock of kookaburras
a pied butcherbird‘s
     unbelievably melodious call
    
you become aware
they are living beings
     not just images on the screen

and the little hairs
    on the back of your neck
    rise
    in shock and awe
of life‘s beauty