Seemingly Sane
Just like burnt woodthe spirit is gone.I dream of cool, deep waterand rising moonswhich touch the sky.I wakewith a tear in my eye.Battered impressions of…
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Escaping
I lay on my back, looking up at the sky.This dark, spotted blanket slowly drifts by.Daylight breaks, the machine wake up.Have another sip from your…
Daisy
The inspiration of this poem comes from the image of a child's tombstone and the story of a young child who died in a workhouse blaze towards the end of the 19th century. (The picture and the story are not related).
Contradiction
I stare at blindnessI scream in silenceI know everything but understand nothingI make a stand ...by having a sit in.I love everyone and hate myself…
September Thunder
Cold shadow reaching outacross fertile land.Cold shadow reaching out to the place I stand.Cold shadow reaching outto touch my hand.Cold shadow.
One Day (One of many)
Four crying kids on their way to school.I wonder what happened to themto make them that way?I wonder if there was yelling and swearingand violence?Probably.Four…
To a Flowering Gum Tree
I loved your graceful, awkward limbs, the red and yellow powder puffs, bright,in the soft dawn of those sizzling summer daysthat give no quarter beneath…
Wasteland
Artwork by: Carlos Azanedo This prison of the soul,our showpiece of humanity- our city.This jewelled concrete wasteland filled with beingsthe conditioned delusions, twisted personalitiesand the…
City Bus Stop
Snakelike and silentwary of unbidden recognition,anonymous segments of a long tailhalf protected by a flimsy canopyof a plastic sky.Eyelids hooded against the winterFurtive mourners sidle…
The Swan
Swan River, Perth, Western Australia This is a place of many dimensionswhere history clashes with modern progression.Where once stood buildings of wood and white stonenow…
Ramblings & Random Rants 