From the time of my birth, anew

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

Mysterious Caribina

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

Lacertae II

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

Owls wishing, rats sunset

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 

Coolabah seranade 

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