Green Park

I got lost in that ill-conceived, self-created jungle
today, tearing my head apart like a half baked
chimpanzee on heat, falling prey to ignorantly
spoken imprudence in the world of words. Finding
myself burning on the stake for provoked exchange.

saved only by my primal central scream, which echoed
and screamed right back, had me do a “Tarzan”, swung
my sorry arse straight out of that sodden perpetuated
place, infused with misery and slain with self condolence.

Flung high above the festering rot below my flight, I hung
on for the excruciating ride to the sweet swelling river bed
and landing like a fairy, faintly on my feet, let my 21st Century
irritations slip on downstream with the twigs and trout.

Paris From Air, By Night

A spider, in the web of streets and lights
You are a vibrant, breathing life
A giant beast, with legs sprawling out
From a circular patterned body
You bend and elongate as you warm up
In preparation for the voyage across lands
On your journey in the night skies of Paris.

Freedom of Reality

The thoughts contrived in one head
to persuade all the followers to be lead
into a fairytale place of a better world
the proof never available to be unfurled
driven by an ignorant, blind motivation
for power, greed and monopolisation
derived from personal, disharmonious need
a devilick, densely distorted inner seed
with no conscience, feeling or genuine care
for consequences they judge, as totally fair
abusing humanity and planet earth
to make way for their masterly visionary birth
corrupted to the core, of their cowardly hearts
forcing people on this globe, to tear each other apart
minds void of wisdom, or any true good intent
making decisions on how our money’s to be spent
future generations born to suffer and rot
due to the increasing thoughtless provisional plot
left to fight a battle with no weaponry tools
the result of the mass, conditioned by such fools.

Lead the Way

Sheep grazing on
grass of consumerism
drinking water of control
walking on fields of chemicals

need new Shepherds to follow… now

Fighter Jets & Holiday Makers

I notice the birds don’t flinch at all, as you roar past
with great ferocity & speed, out of the airport, over
the mountains of Crete

The holiday makers all look up, surprised by your
arrival and departure, impression lasting only a few
seconds before they talk about their return home and
what they’ll eat for tea

With the fifth take off, they look somewhat concerned,
stare a little longer, converse over the reasoning of your
flight. Reassuring themselves and each other; that all is
fine and they are safe

My eyes turn to the mountains and I wonder if they look
at all similar, to those in the parts of Afghanistan, where
no holiday makers are currently hiking and over the other
side is not another resort pool to bath in and deepen the
suntan, lying on loungers.

The parents of a family sitting next to me, fuss over their
children, buying toy cars from the airport shop and offering
packed lunches stored in a big bag labeled “Yummy Mummy”.
But my focus stays on war. I think little of my return home or
what I’ll eat for tea.

City Activity

The dirt filled air rushes past my
head,
tossing
my hair into angles of
haphazard geometry.

It fills my pores with molecules of filth, clogging my skin from breathing.

the water will flow from my
body a grim shade of grime soaked grey
as it flows down the drain when I shower later tonight.

the tissue I blow my nose on will be streaked with black.

I smell no longer sweet from the oils I used on my body earlier this morning.

yet in the city, with an appetite all of its own,
big enough to swallow you whole, spit you back out, take you under it’s wing
or kick you in the face…

I watch, I listen, I create and my mind feels like it can freely breathe.

Alive

I watch my breath flow in and out
The instinctive flow astounds me
I could not be now more alive

I watch my breath flow in and out
My torso still before the rise

Oxygen fills each tiny cell
I watch my breath flow in and out
The instinctive flow astounds me.

The Magical Key

Residing within each of us, is the magical key of freedom, possessing
the power to lock the ambush of turmoil away, release the
black tar of suppression, regenerating pure life
to be lived, without the mental anguish,
less the burdensome weight, in
the steps we take on this
short journey of
our being.

Floods of Emotion

Allow the floods of emotion, to weep and cry
When reading aloud your words
Let your flowing tears of pain, dry and pass by

After an argument with your partner
Words flung across the room
Allow the floods of emotion, to weep and cry

At a funeral of a beloved one
Parent, child or friend
Let your flowing tears of pain, dry and pass by

When recalling a distant memory
Or one more recent still
Allow the floods of emotion, to weep and cry

When your world falls apart around you
And you’re stranded on your knees
Let your flowing tears of pain, dry and pass by

Be gentle with your sensitive soul
When on this path in life
Allow the floods of emotion, to weep and cry.
Let your flowing tears of pain, dry and pass by.

Return Trip

I stand at the bow of the boat
although moving, in a timeless space
Watchless
I’m as free to the command of time
as the
surrounding rocks, mountains and sea

I stand at the bow of this boat
although thinking, in a worriless way
Fearless
I’m as free to modern panicked thoughts
as the
Surrounding rocks, mountains & sea

I stand at the bow of this boat
although accompanied, in a quiet bliss
Undisturbed
I’m as free to pointless chatter
as the
Surrounding rocks, mountains and sea

I stand at the bow of this boat
In a natural, organic state
timeless, fearless, and undisturbed
With my poetic friend
and the rocks, mountains and sea.

A Fighting Game

Born into a boxing ring,
no formal training or coach
Fight game governed by natural instinct to defend.
Round after Round after Round
one too many dealings from an upper hand.
Each blow; head spun back, stumble
Falling to the ground, Stars sparkling above.

Is it like a Fool, we stand after the knock out
Promise our return to re-enter the ring
aiming for a Win, for a World Title?

Or is it like a True Fighter,
Nowhere near ready to back down
until Victory fills our Breath?

Really, There Is No Need

There is no need to hit a nail into the wall, once the head is level
causing a crack to appear and a mass of plaster crumble to the floor
Really there is no need

There is no need to cut the body of half a worm into quarters or more
to ensure beyond it’s nerve functioning twitch, it is dead

There is no need to attempt to count every grain of sand on this planet
to prove there are less than stars in the sky

There is no need to push or change the body to unnatural extremes
to prove our strength, beauty and worth to our self and others

There is no need for obsession with material possession to rule our career,
family and status, when we take non, beyond the grave

There is no need to cut short our lives by abusing our bodies
with processed foods, drugs, negative thoughts and trapped guilt

There is no need to berate, criticise and put anyone, including ourself
down because we feel full of anger, pain, shame and fear

There is no need to build separation with beliefs of superior/inferior
beings when we all take the same last breath upon death

There is no need for poverty and lack of basic necessary provisions
when there is plenty for all, if evenly distributed and contained

There is no need to be so lacking in understanding & compassion
for the sake of pride, being right and having the last say in a discussion

There is no need to feel such hatred and inflict such pain
upon those whose views differ from our own

There is no need for deceit, manipulation and lies derived from
power, greed and the need to control, to dictate the way we live

There is no need for war, when the seed of peace
we were each born with, lives in our hearts for ever

There is no need to continually search for the answers
when they reside in us already, awaiting to be re-awoken

There is no-need for the world to be in the state it is
Really there is no need at all.

Turquoise Family of Sea

The swell of rising tears mirror the waves
of their turquoise sea family
Heaving with emotions they
tumble and crash to the hearts frantic beat
against the hardened pebble beach

Memories ceaseless, drag back and forth
each feeding the next, increasing the surge and
power of the succession of waves to follow
A perceived picture of ferocious fury and disharmony

The ever changing seas can not remain so turbulent
they confide in and liaise with the wind, who
responsively takes control, swings in the opposite direction
then fades, sweeping the way for tranquility to prevail

A slower heartbeat of waves lap the shore
thoughts glide fluently over the pebbles
floating out onto the seas of new horizons
they wink a sparkle of reassurance to the sun and later the moon,
everything has been, now is and always will be, okay.

Swimming Through Sludge

The intoxication of your breath
dowsed in cigarettes and booze
flood your thoughts with utter rubbish
A stick from a branch, A bottle from the glass
You make no sense, Rant, Mumble & Fall.

I dive in through the doorway of your mind
to a darkness that whispers my name
luring me in with it’s holding of secrets
I swim past the veins, alcohol full

take a lung full of oxygen to keep sober
and kick with great force as I pull my way
through the blackened green sludge.

I can’t see, there’s no light to help
I wipe my mask, for clarity
suddenly the secrets begin to unfold

Photo’s… Holiday snaps, a home, happiness
but they’re not me… I’m not there
I’m nowhere to be seen

They’re you and another
Another I do not know

Through the mask I gaze
like watching a film

The only recognition I make
apart from you

is the end of us.

Fisherman’s’ Hook

Snagged by a tasty treat
disguising a fisherman’s hook
You’re natural instinct to escape, kicks in,
you frantically swim against this pull
and a jerked rip runs through the side of your mouth
you’re lost in time, swamped in fear,
unable to decipher your destiny.

Hauled onto unfamiliar ground
rough and hot against your scales
you gasp for breath in doomed gulps
and flap with all fight as he holds you still

Then struck by natures luck
too small for worthy profit
he releases the hook and you, back home to the seas
you, a red silvery trail in the translucent turquoise

A lingering taste of the blood curdled worm,
that lured you in, leaves a hesitant note on your lips,
prolonging the search to satisfy your unfulfilled hunger.

Your trust is shot until this memory cleared
of the day your lungs were stretched to tears.

Unreadable Wind

The power of your breath
knocks me off balance
So I lean into your chest
Hair flying back
to steady myself

The coolness of your breath
ruins my beach day
So I put on a sweater
Skin covered up
to keep myself warm

The vocals of your breath
override my voice
So I stop conversation
Ears for you
to savour my words

The texture of your breath
throws grit in my eyes
So I close them tightly shut
Blink once or twice
to clear my vision

The nature of your breath
I find hard to read
So I take you as you are
Accepting all
because there’s no choice.

The Winter Tree

Five branches
connected at base, separated in thought
stripped bare
exposing their wintery frame

A robin circling above
ties a red thread to the
largest, thickest branch
And with the other end in her beak
effortlessly flies away

A crisp singular snap fills the air
the branch breaks at the core
trailing in a weightless float
Leaving the rest to absorb
the nourishment through their roots
which spread like veins
hidden deep within the earth.

Summer Thirst

I love how the sun, through the
blustery wind and fast shifting clouds, is
just warm enough to satisfy my
body’s thirst, so I can sit
eating lunch, writing,
bikini clad
naked.

Abstract Blue

Cornered into position
the fragile mind
seeps out under disguise
slipping through the wired door
of the prisoned cell

climbing over and beyond
the reach of recapture
moving in a dignified manner
bringing no attention to stir suspicion
free to delve
into depths of new discovery
cautious not to be caught
Yet again
by unwanted influence or thought.

Treasures in Shipwrecks

Lying next to you in bed
is an outline of what was
an outline of what will be
an outline

Sitting next to you at the table
is a shadow of what was
a shadow of what will be
a shadow

Stored in your brain
is a memory of what was
a memory of how it will be
a memory

Planted in your hope
is a vision of what was
a vision of what will be
a vision

In the shadow of memory
and the outline of a vision
is your life.

The Liar

Putting together a puzzle
so easy does it fit
a cloud here and a flower there
completed from one kit

A masterpiece at work
a genius I say
able to craft
manipulation in that way.

In Fields Full of Gold

In fields full of gold
Wild flowers bloom and last
Where nothing ever grows old

The worms young and bold
Filter through the ground
In fields full of gold

The fertile soil remains
With nourishment for grains
Where nothing ever grows old

The scent of spring is strong
It sprinkles through the air
In fields full of gold

The colours vibrantly bright
Bursting with pure life
Where nothing ever grows old

The crows blackened beaks
Sing no songs of death
In fields full of gold
Where nothing ever grows old

A Crackle in My Ear

Sorry sorry,
I swallow in fear
and the sound crackles
an echo, In my ear

my shallow breath quickens
my stomach churns
acid rises
causes a burn

my heart beats a presence
an exaggerated thud
pulsating through
the thickening blood

I scream in silence
no-one can hear
sat in the trap
year upon year

all of this triggered
by a single sound
hidden away
a memory found

I package and wrap
and address it to you
times best forgotten
make way for the new.

Bushfires 09

Flames chased along the road
a town burnt alive
Nothing left to show
but ruins smelted to gold.

Seductive Sun

Your rays stretch out to my heart
and I fall in love
Your warmth lands softly on my skin
and I fall more in love
You melt away my winter worries
and I fall further, with you, in love

Too much too soon
I stand too close
and burn a crimson red
I mope around in pain for days
for I have fallen out of love

A week or two goes by
I can’t ignore your charm
I let you kiss me just one more time
and again I fall in love.

Energetic Snow

I can not sleep when you come to stay
in the middle of the night
I take a peak out through the glass
hoping to see your magical white

My energy connects with yours
when I listen to your silence
I become this different kind of force
and my body fills with excitement

I relish in your ability
to make all I see look neat
Your mystical white blanket
covering ground and all beneath

I love you when you come to stay
and spend a few nights here
As far as I’m concerned
it should be more than once a year.

My Creative Friend

Rain you are my creative friend
my excuse to stay inside
you open up the treasure chest
where my imagination resides

You unlock it with your silver key
and I make a definite choice
to devote the moment to my art
in the comfort of your voice

Together in harmony we create
for hours and hours on end
my artwork becomes alive
and completely transcends

I slip with you into a realm
another time and place
where no-one else can enter
and ruin our rhythmic grace

Rain you are my creative friend
I’m so grateful for your show
I rely on you until the end
When its time for you to go.

The Poet I Am, The Poet I Am Not

Soft and frilly, delicious & sweet
ambers & honey, we never meet.
Full of bravado, coupled with pain
this is what ticks in my brain.
The poetry police would gasp in despair
this strange girl writing with curly blonde hair
Uneducated mutter, I hear them think
simple and stupid, lines ending with a clink!
I listen and glisten to my own sweet pace
and a cheeky grin spreads across my face.
A dark sense of humor with a naughty streak
just wait until I reach my poetic peak!

There’s a Pain

There’s a pain
A grizzling, grumbling pain
In the pit of me belly
running right through my veins
The gurgling noise, amplified out loud
is a warning to all, I do not feel proud

The explosion is near
on the verge of my rear
Please move out the way
make the path way clear

In a hurry and a scurry
I wiz past your chair
clutching my bottom
in utter despair

The colour slips from under my chin
green, grey, white is all of my skin

I inhale slowly my eyes gently shut
and succumb to this illness flowing out of my butt!!