accumulation of outer thoughts
build the mind of a fragile husk
quietly, they have been shaped
to what they are now; the effects
of a mindless egregore called influence

His list is long— as he pauses on life
and Mount Wellington's shadows shift.
Those stealing life's song out of young shoots
breathe the longest
while his beloved dies young.

Scars bleed droplets, not gushing
like Cataract Gorge
when scratched, or touched afresh;
not given space—
how he was stung is remembered.

He tries to be the sunrise
over Bruny Island,
but redback spiders imbibe shadows
lying dormant
assessing risk, ready to strike.

Wounds murmur in the Tamar River
objecting, having heard it all,
wearing down joy's clouded lightness.
Rasping scrubwrens warn
while falsity sharpens its spike.

Flattery's forked tongue is honeyed
as leatherwood, but synthetic—
He resists its bait, casting it past the Derwent;
his skin crawling at false charm.
He retains his grounded sense of self.

Time doesn't wipe it all clean to heal—
it calcifies into chilled stone
like Cradle Mountain's fissured misted face
with sticks of pine trees burnt
while eucalypt gums regenerate, partially blind.

His garden grows wild now
through rambling cracks
as grasses from a cemetery head-piece
sport defiant blooms
of an unaccepted genus.

Memory is a compass
pointing due north
past Port Arthur's harried walls
and Antarctic gales
as tales of unfinished lives see, and wait—

Tryna play pirates in the backyard, ah
bluey playing market with a credit card ah
Rusty throws sticks just to hurt you ah
Honey wears glasses just to tease you ah
None of these hounds on a lease too, ah
Turn a school year into a week too, yeah
Main doggo out of your field yea
Side dog outta yo field too, yea

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you've done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you've done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg

Everyday a doggo tryna test me, yah
Everyday a parent tryna end me,yah
Pull off the scooter in a school zone ah
Pocket over weight, stones  heavy, yeah
Coming from the shepherd, thats a far cry
I come alive during play time
No competition I don't really listen
and just like bluey, bumping keepy uppy

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg


Let a dog play tablet
Legend of the winter, on the grind like bandit
Bought Bingo a crib and a brand new wagon
Chilli hit the grocery store looking lavish
Star trip ceiling in that house plan
Sheep get loose when the hear this song
Hundred stones on my sheep get me close to DOG
Don't pray for love we pray for candy bars

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg

There are dreams I’ve folded, tucked away tight,
Like old forgotten clothes, out of mind, out of sight.
One dream is my family, proud, happy, and strong,
But in truth, they’re splintered, fighting who’s right, who’s wrong.

Another was of healing, of wearing a vet’s coat,
Or moving the masses with the words that I wrote.
Helping the helpless, animals small and in need,
A life lived in service, a world I could lead.

I dreamt of a wedding, a dress pure as snow,
Walking the aisle, to see your smile’s glow.
I dreamt of a farm, vast and self-sustained,
With crops that thrive and animals well-trained.

But the dream I can’t fold, the one that won’t fade,
Is the thought of a child, a love never swayed.
It’s wrapping gifts from “Santa” late Christmas Eve,
It’s seeing you hold them, as they sleep and believe.

It’s watching them grow, teaching what’s right,
Helping them learn from what keeps them up at night.
This dream, I hold close, though I dare not say,
It lingers with me, every step, every day.

I don’t ask for this dream, nor expect it to be,
But it clings to my heart, a part of me.
Folded, yet vivid, it whispers, not yet,
For some dreams stay alive, though they’re placed in regret.

I wish you’d rise above it all
And be the person I thought I saw.
The loving parent I dreamed you’d be,
Cherishing your kids unconditionally.
But once again, I see the truth—
That dream was never meant for you.

You taught us right from wrong, it’s true,
But failed to practice what you knew.
Believing yourself better than the rest,
Yet you’re no top-notch, high-class success.
Not even the middle ground you aspired to be,
But the dollar store version of what a parent shouldn’t be.

Your children are shattered, broken, and torn,
But instead of reflection, you point and scorn.
Blaming others, yet blind to this fact:
Every hand shaped the pain we’ve packed.
One told us love wasn’t ours to claim,
That our worth was tied to our weight and shame.
Another sought love and found none to give,
While one taught us grace in how to live.
The rest hid away, their courage sold,
Leaving us with lessons both cruel and cold.

But you, you’re the real masterstroke—
You taught us to carry everyone’s yoke.
To put ourselves last, to give and give,
Till there’s nothing left in us to live.
Now we’re all broken in different ways—
One’s near the grave, another astray,
And the last just fights to make it through the day.

They cry softly at night, their breath so thin,
You wouldn’t notice—it doesn’t fit in.
All they’ve ever wanted was to make you proud,
To feel seen, even once, above the crowd.
But your plans for them twist and betray,
Stealing their hope and their dreams away.

You rob them of money, of land, of peace,
All for a façade that will never cease.
Chasing a life to save face at work,
Pretending you’re more than a person who shirks.
But the truth is plain for all to see—
You’ve failed them, and you’ve failed me.