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If I Were A LineIf I were a line
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
I dance in clown shoes.
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the sta
Sex.Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with Butterflies
In moments that we seize
They guide us with our heart and soul
Placing themselves in our memories
In days so dark we find them there
We feel them midst our pain
Guiding us to all tranquility
Till we are whole again
We see them in each golden day
They flutter strong and true
Each one more glorious than the next
Their colours a vivid hue
Our laughter guides each Butterfly
To peace and harmony
To place them amongst the flowers
To dance in reverie
Such gentle creatures as they fly
Their silence creating calm
We watch them with surprise and mirth
A cool and soothing balm
Butterflies are our
Turner's HillOn Turners Hill in snow lit sky,
the very dead of night, and cold,
the joy of life is measured by
a brace of wind and stinging snow
the bane of hand and eye.
Scudding clouds do not deter
the laughs, the shoves, the dares,
a dangerous game is playing here,
unknown by those who run and slide
a fate awaits the years.
Dot Com Derrek struck it rich,
Stilwell died of cancer,
Alex never found his niche,
William died a soldiers death,
Jack became a dancer.
Sled on dear boys! and show no lack
of boldness off the mark!
One by one, straight down the track,
the hill is life and night is death,
there is no going
Dream WeaverDream Weaver, Please
Weave me a dream
Make it the best
That I've ever seen
Fill it with joy
For you and for me
Fill it with hope
For the whole world to see
Paint it in colours
To bring us delight
To replace all the darkness
Except for the night
Bathe it in sunshine
As warm as its rays
Fill it with friendship
To last all our days
Give peace in our sorrow
and joy in our song
Weave this dream soon
Do not wait too long
We all need our dreams
To be and to see
To share all we have
From you and from me
Thank you Dream Weaver
For weaving this dream
It is the best dream
That I've ever dreamed..
an alternate final stanza:
To RememberMy breath, is caught, within a sigh
Remembering moments of days gone by
My Lovers found and passion spent
Of no regrets and friendships meant
Our souls entwined for evermore
The rhyme and reason, my heart to store
I see myself so fancy-free
Each day was filled with what was me
A woman in a world of hope
Of seeds to sow and ways to cope
With promise and the need to know
Adventures fresh with eyes aglow
I see, I saw, my eyes I close
my precious moments, in time I froze
I hear, I heard, now silence reigns
Of sounds and words, the fear that feigns
the truest part of who I am
The Poet's DreamLast night I dreamt that life was sleeping,
And a man held in his keeping
All the souls of all the dying,
Cold and crying, lost and lying,
Harvest of the reapers reaping
And Gods vacant sighing.
With troubled mind I paused his pacing,
Asked him, though my heart was racing,
Will I, sir, end here someday
With all these souls like pallid clay?
Tell me what it is Im facing
And whether I will end this way?
The man just laughed and turned aside,
But still the truth he could not hide;
Said, When you wake upon the morrow,
One day hence will fall your sorrow,
For nothing pushes Death aside
Eden of The East-Sinners CallsI saw you in Heaven
and heard of your glory
You saved our world from the fallen angels
I saw Messiah standing,
Standing before me with no words
Nothing but "Hope".
When we lost dread, a Demon was laughing
But now you are showing us wonder
Giving your love
With awe, down on my knees again
I've got to know you're the one,
The only one reveals the world
The King has come!
To lighten up our feet
The King has come!
To save us from the dark
Who could ever doubt? We have faith
Let me walk with you when I'm lost in the wild
I know you always lead me to another Eden
Let me bless your name, O Lord, O Lord!
Your words will never fade
I Dream, You Dream
Come pray with me for eternal bliss
Of laughter in dreams, and love's first kiss
To hope for days of everlasting sun
Of a bright new world that has just begun
Back in time when all was clear
A world without ego, judgment or fear
Unlocked doors and pleasures of purest simplicity
Of love between Them and Us and You and Me
I laugh, a nervous laugh, a dream I know
Of hidden complexities too scared to show
I guess somewhere, somehow, it once was
Shed with tears of memories, all but lost
Resurrect me not when I am gone, to keep me with you still
Hold me now, to your heart, until you've had yo
TwelveO'One: Superbly RefinedMidnight now has chimed again
When the shadows have their due
The clock heralds their transient reign
Till the sun comes into view.
The hands meeting for an instant
Like theyve always done
But always moving inexorably
Until its twelve o one.
But soon there will be a time
When the hands will move no more
When all is still and silent
Time not ticking as before.
When the hands will stop at midnight
For that last and fatal chime
When the shadows will reign forever
At that silent death of time.
Tiny body, little frame,
To my heart its now contained
All is love; youre so na´ve
Out there is a world of pain
Random murder, acid rain
What a contrast you provide
To your master's bloody sky!
Go on to sleep once again
Unawares of human shame
Profit gained of blood verbose
Crueler worlds could you have chose?
In this world of human stain
Innocence itself, a strain.
To your virtue, one aspires
Killing off ones own desires
Purring thus, you carry on
To the brink of blood hewn dawn
What to wake? What will you find?
In the hands of human time.
Politically IncorrectHigh Tea
sun with south-east breeze
Ladies sunbaking topless
Eggs on toast for tea
Fat ladies bathing
flab sails like spinnakers
You're blocking my sun
Hiker lacks compass
Lost in a vast wilderness
Death Valley too hot
Haiku are simple
But they don't always make sense
Fat women on beach
They look like they are sinking
The tide can't come in
The Slacker's Poem
He writes about life
Zen in seven syllables
Cherry blossom man
Long Walk To Love
Men are like car parks
Disabled, too far away
Good ones all taken
Buy some more fabric
The Problem With HeartsRomance is scarlet
blushing cheeks and red roses
broken girls with hidden scars
the problem with hearts is they bleed
that's how it works, God's own little joke
the more you love, the more you lose
blood disappearing by the minute
seeping into memories
you never knew you held
the more you live, the more you die
beats are a timebomb, you're falling
better to have loved and lost
than never loved at all
because that's the problem with hearts:
Letter To A DreamerOnce and when the girls of spring
wrap their gentle arms around you,
they give you a taste of the
kisses of Autumn and the frosty
touch of cool winter snow
the wattle comes early,
and the Cootamundra grey
lights up like a neon sign
and fades like a Phoenix
into the dull browns of summer
having sung its song like a swan
the eucalypts, they are always eucalypts
hiding themselves behind
the dull green of an olive veneer
their response to spring is muted
but the flowers are still there
they sing, these eucalypts
a song of drumming rejoicing
but you need to listen
for their voices are deeper
tuned to the bush itself
Gentle ApologiesLook for me in the darkness
because that's where I shine
dont try to find me in the daylight
because that's where I died
You'll find me staring through your window
right on midnight; the witching hour
hush now, dont you speak
just watch the tear roll down my cheek
Telling the story I could never write
gentle apologies, for the bittersweet lies
and the wishes that crept through my mind
"I wish I'd never started this life of mine"
MisconceptionHeaven's not a place, just an emotion
life never stops its never-ending motion
tears don't have to come from your eyes
for it to be accurate to say you cried
Screams don't have to be shouted out loud
for silence is in itself a sound
"lost" doesn't mean it isn't there
simply that it causes too much pain to bear
Misconception is the child who was never meant to be
abuse is a prison from which they'll never break free
wounds will always heal, but scars forever remain
in the same way that blood can forever stain
Hell is not a state of being but a state of mind
though it feels like a way out you'll never find
every door is truly an a
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