For if a phoenix shall soar beyond its capacity
Churchills bark, full of audacity
I am game to feel an empty loss
A place of silence, the resonance of dross
Words remixed in a deluge of hails
Fires relit, rebels with no nails
March upon our banner fully
As smoke fills lungs, tounges do bogies
Potato jackets full of ocean salt
punters blasted with summers dead colt
we seek our mountains gains
rocks fall, gain to pain
Lake girl hit, the hospital is split
towers above the clouds
terror drives them, into the ground
wars begin again, barking hellish den
Dash tells of no future for children
Inspiration fell short of desires
Coral forests white like policy
Rudd speaks empty apology.
Around again this trickle-down lie
A plebiscite to run marks on tyres
Rainbows immersion, postal dispersion
We ask what a gurt ocean is
Fires and fires, a yet ignore
what is more important than
our counties wounds
will attention be given soon
A rock face looks at the sunset beach
As I climb towards your love
Each place to hold my hands, to drop would be certain death
Breath, and hold me tight upon this country facing jade
My cave heart, it’s gentle beating heard from eagles to insects wings
I reach you, up upon this place we always meet and love
Gently as the other moons rise and deep into the night
Our love is beyond the reach of anyone with spite
Ducks. Moons. Eternity. Tamed memory.
Little things I keep alive in my mind.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had. It’s still hard to find anything that will ever replace.
Eclipse. Moonshine. Moonstone.
Pentagram, in a illustrated book.
Never, ever, even being.
Your words that saved me. And these little things I do. Again. Again,
Pain gone? That’s a comfort. For some.
I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile. Again. Again.
Desolation in the empty.
Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting. Dissipating.
Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain? The life that flows through us, it’s trying always to escape.
The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time.
Yours, to brief.
mine still lingering
I ask why
Some ancheint anchor sitting off the coast of the sea of tranquility
Shining off darkness to the dark sky
Blue eye wide in the sky as she sarches
Widower now from the knight of claws
The enemy is above, about and keen
Hurried footsteps, but still trying to be silent
Quiet, night again in a few paltry seconds
Pain, exquisite pain, captured then red
Banana peels on the seat next to me
Feelings of bitterness from a few angry old fashioned men
Grumpy cats in suits, waiting for fish for their own horrible catch
Sucking on a cough lollipop
Coffee smelling jackets, sweet feelings of silken cloth on my legs
Little bit more of a sudden drop in the way things move around
Changed and charged to the chanting of the hazy summers
Rising steamy visions of the mirage
Eagle flying and searching
Barely a cloud above the scorched red earth
A creekbed just below his ancheint sandles
Waiting in this sunlit virtually brings you to feel hell
Then suddenly a whisper from the tree
The dance of the new rains will begin