A Song of Singapore
I'm not some high-born poet, hatchet-holding. I'm not some Woken Writer, justice-fighting. I'm not some Prodigy, groomed and gelded by Expectation. Who am I to…
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And There Shall Be
Each of usIn abstract isolationAn insulated existenceFugitives pursuing forged gravitySurrounded by empty facesEndless nightsFall in different directionsSomebody and nobodyAre the same person
Conquest of Illusion
Scarlett jewelswarm riverscent of passionvisions blurredgaspingreaching out
Midnight Waltz
Howling wolves echo loudlyacross the empty marsh;Through my soul.Sharpe steel blade reflectsbright full moon;All its light.memory of young desireInnocent child's dancePure no more.
Freedom is Slavery
Just my reflection on the school system in Australia and how it replicates the workhouse and factory system of the Victorian era. Sirens, uniforms, rows of desks, 'wardens'.
Possibilities
A taut string from a bowIs all that you need.A straight, sharp arrowWill finish the deed.Pin down your ambitionAnd kill it.See how it bleeds.
A Cliche Killing (Roget’s Revenge)
This is an oldie. Written in 1992. The man approached the wooden doorof the house of Mr McGabbin."Excuse me sir, I need to speak,do you…
Vigil
On a forgotten shore by a tumultuous sea stands a time ruined monument to a featureless god. His vanishing mouth speaks unspeakable things, but like…
I am…
what nobody tells you about rainclouds is their propensity to linger about uninvited, stones beneath eyes that solidify your place under a scrutiny what they leave out is…
Shopping at Ikea
The screws and nuts are everwhere and that's just the customers.The smell of plastic and pine... ahh! Food service in the restaurant.Arrows conveying human sheep…
Ramblings & Random Rants 