summer reigns here
and for us fifteen degrees is a heat wave
acclimatised as we are so far north.
Its so gently quiet after the long stormy dark months
really a timeless place filled with light
almost twenty four seven
where days are weeks and weeks months
and life strolls hand in hand, a tapestry of love.

filled with chemicals
and
they like to call it
clinical
trials.

Peeled away
they make me
kneel to pray
to
some lesser god
as if I failed some test

and where's the greater good?

I become (eventually)
acclimatised to this
brutality,
de-sensitised and
all morality
flees.

Who is culpable?

This photograph,
a memory
makes me laugh or cry,

but a memory indeed
indexed will feed
my thoughts.

Skinny dark and handsome,
Mucky-bright and troublesome,
Giddy, and full of fun,
Dusty foot, Desert child
Half naked, running wild.

Then, came the move
Tame the lion, city life
Schooling, for a better life.

Then horror,
with a volley and crackle
And thunder,
Tribal feud, tearing hearts asunder
Time to flee

Back of a Hilux jumping borders,
Refugees,
A childhood memory
Seen as mean by me
From foot to camel to truck to plane
Safety has been ascertained
Acclimatised and mingled into
This here foreign place.

Years have passed,
Life has changed,
Wounds have healed,
and I’m no longer mean,
I am me.

Its been a long lifetime since there was any life left within the lexicon of the living; monotonous careers and the absence of passion has shackled workers to the weekend, blinded the naive and suffocated all innocence and hope out of adolescent dreams. As the last light of beauty and grace of that hope is finally smothered, another slave to the mundane is born. Welcome to the 21st Century, where our leaders are the least amongst us capable of leading, our false idols are idiocentric idiots and money and power are as obsessive as oxygen.

The greatest mystery in midst of all this acclimatised confusion, is that the majority of Western folk fear death yet do nothing to curb completely wasting their lives wrapped up in these all too familiar horrors. Its the greatest crime one can commit against their own integrity, the crime of wasting unreclaimable time of their lives. For time is the eternal enemy of all life regardless of the quality, and it is yet to lose a fight. The greatest paradox within this logic is that it is only when you accept death as an inevitability and make peace with it, then you truly start living like you are actually alive.

When in the face of this great unbeatable foe, a certain new breed is bred whom are want to revel in the bittersweet, cast of the bowlines of morbid conformity and leave the shore of security. If that means abandoning luxuries, living rough and embracing hard times with a harrowing embrace then so be it, any fight for freedom will never be an easy ride. They know to take risks and follow their passions unapologetically, if that means a certain level of priorly perceived recklessness is invited into their life then so be it, it is kept in check with bohemian form of order, a rational dash of rationalism and honest self assessment. For any day could be the last they draw breath and death be ****** if they don’t seize the opportunity to relish their short dance in the sun with all the strength, patience and gratitude you can call upon.

In brief, don’t allow your short, sweet life to be hijacked by those made bitter by a system so vampiric in its very nature that those hopelessly addicted to it are so drained of the great virtues of life that they may as well be long dead. If your heart still holds an impassioned beat, swing heavy punches into the dying of the light, for this life was made for all to revel and excel within. So if you’re young in heart and lost, theres no need to despair as you’ve hardly been born, but please be aware that all Gods weep for the un-bloomed and forlorn.

Fours years ago the visions strongly came
After that even my strange past was never the same
Two years ago I was engaged
The family the dream all I held to feel a Queen
I still have the ring and the partner too although now as a friend and housemate
The romance and wants died a death fell flat on its face
When I found love again it stayed with him it never came back to me
Perhaps waiting for it to return
A few years ago I put on weight
I thought it was laziness to be fat what a big mistake
Nothing I did shifted its gain
I never felt pretty I had to delve deeper within to feel a sense of beauty
A bit of a wild edge at times my previous fights repaid by a crime
Beaten up on a street two women compete kicking me in til I can only hold up my feet to keep my vulnerable places intact
I learnt a lot from that
Five years ago trouble through the drink and panic attacks so thrown for night in the clink it's ok the bouncers and police bruises left me with a mark of what they did think
No stranger to physicality in relationships of the old it made me stronger and bold more acclimatised to the odd sticks and stones the words they can live on if you let them take hold
It's ok I know what's been and done and the pain we all go through It helps us grow as people and help those in need too
Peaceful nature can ensue
It will make for a better you
Always colour in the blue