Let’s get out of here, you and I.
Grab a hippyvan and surf the coast.
Doesn’t matter how far we run;
just carry on towards that rainbow connecting heaven to earth…
the promise of a more vibrant tomorrow.
Photo taken on the Hume Hwy, NSW
As you wish…
I found these two in conversation in Erskineville yesterday. Seated on a roll of lawn behind the railway station, he seemed to have forgotten for a brief moment that they were just dandelions.
She was gazing into the setting sun, murmuring of her aunt’s tales of wild grass on lonely expanses of the Southern Highlands. She dreamed of morning mist drifting through temperate bushland and glimpses of snow-capped Brindabellas – a world away from terrace houses and drunk emo teenagers staggering from the back-end of King St.
The orb of sunlight captured in her crest of seeds dazzled him. As much as he desired to hold her, he knew by her full-bloomed sway that he could not keep her. Her heart was alight for foreign lands, and he couldn’t help but bend to hide his empty frame.
Find me
Carry me forward
that I may carry you also
In my frailty
Wrap your body round me
as I wrap you in mine
I need an ally beyond
this modern discontent
A feeling state from past-time
An arena where hand held mine
And tender hearts beat beat
Nudging you and I
out to face the rest of them
I lie
Warm and comforted
Cold and terrified
Displaced and unaware
of the nearness of your thoughts
Make it easy for me
In this social disenchantment
Make it more than an educated hope
that you still remember
The time I carried you home
n’t even have t
he memo
ry of an ex love
r to fill the gap
ing hole t
hat needs secure
ity and the reassure
ring touch that the
re is so
meone in this mess
y, confuse
sing world that love
s me, knows me, a
nd would cry if I did
n’t come home to
night. W
hat should I Do
I wish that you were stronger
That hearts could bend, not break
To stay a little longer
And see what we could make
Germinate this friendship seed
Buried under words that bleed
From a calling crying heart
Branded by your mark
You spoke in just a whisper
The last I heard was silence
Open spurn is crisper
Than withdrawn cold defiance
And so I enter knowledge
Of a place already known
Through old letters forage
With none to call my own
Why must I sit in exile
Anna don’t you know
My heart is slow to travel
My trust needs time to grow
I wish that I were stronger
To know just who I am
Reveal my heart as fonder
And grasp your parting hand
In your eyes I see your smile
Photograph speaks a
Gentle heart un-presuming
Not needy for attention
But seeking connection
With my eyes closed
I see yours open
Baby-wide with innocent regard
Black-lined blue set on
Oyster pearl
Behind your eyes I feel I know you
Or wish perhaps to trust you so
And from the inside
Look out through your eyes
See how you see my soul
Sometimes a yearning enters me, like an illuminating bubble that soap-shines and sparkles energy into an otherwise too-familiar grinding drive to stack box upon box, deed upon deed, believing that someone will love me through these words. But writing is my lover, my solace; patient with my idealism, delighting in my childlike take on the world. Writing is my mentor, the one who expands my capacity to imagine a future worth living.
something beautiful
it’s something real
the time i fall apart
you will roll me into one
you took me by my knee
a touch that broke my lips
vacant stare was cracked and
racked with breath reentering there
laid between layers
subject to another’s will
infant aged dependent still
waiting, waiting on sometime
somehow i will hold
somehow i will stay
and some times will remain
though alltime be removed
frozen space illusionary real
truth of past that passed me now
yet captured in believer’s eye
will never fade, will never die
liquid space the vision of past
heralds history best not forgot
that who i was now who you are
and greater still you’re called to be
v-wake legacy disperses, see
river rapids raid my velocity
now failed motor carried on current
to a shore beyond my rudder’s reach
sometime is coming
sometime will not relent
same steady progression on all
takes and makes that vacant stare
but held and touched and loved and cared
will heal the tears inevitably due
will make sometime beautiful
make sometime richer between me and you
You will always be sweet to me,
for I met you and know you as sweet.
Whatever confusing messy turns your life takes
I know your heart glows for truth and goodness,
however stained and remote it may feel.
You are walking the dark side
but not as a wanton child.
Rather, you’re experiencing the world in its stark reality
And painfully building a new language
that will give expression to a faith
that is complex, deep and compassionate.
I’m gonna buy some lawn
Mow it just for you
In the shade you’ll sip your drink
And watch me watch you too
Weighed down
heart sorrow…
the greatest ever known.
Shifting blame,
you would not buy it;
sticks to me
like static balloon.
None to recompense
but you…
none found liable
but I…
A hurting heart
will drive Thorn deeper,
knowing that comfort
gives way to pain
but pursuing regardless.
Addict to Loneliness,
now beyond the grave
I wish the grave undone.
Same throb remains…
same thrust of grief
that pulled me undone before.
It’s a spiraling vulture-culture,
circling corpse remorse.
Unless a seed dies
in tear-stained ground
it remains in solitude.
Sacrifice today
for a future harvest
and see hundreds unfold.
The bleeding, dying, dripping, drying
A cry to wash the wind away
Falling left while floating right
The moon won’t slay the sun tonight
You have left me empty-handed
Stranded by the darkest way
Without return but lost for future
Waiting for a newborn grave
So I sit here, in your eyes
Depleted, defeated
Wrapped in storm and needy
Bright vanity rusted seedy
A mild winter the hardest
Your laughter but an echo
Laid low on the Bower Bird call
Mocks my winded fall
It’s a tumbling personality
Rock-bound glamoured pad
False impressions shattered
Splattered on the Truth
Lingering on the midnight dream
The world was mine and time would lean
To meet the steps I chose to tread
All desired within my means
This has been the longest day
But still the night hides away
Come close to climb within
To dream again, to rest my limb
Affections for you creep up slowly. Like a dream where the roller-coaster falls from its tracks then reappears on course without reason, so my heart explodes without release. Pressure builds and builds, frustratingly so.
To pluck the flower before it blossoms would kill the very beauty it promises. It breaks my heart to leave it there, exposed to the world. Someone may steal it; assuming it were mine at all. Someone may trample it, without me on guard.
When the wind blows my direction, I can sense it’s fragrance… a present reminder of distant travels calling. One midsummer I may return. Amongst the seasonal daisies, my flower will stand tall.
And now, fully grown, I will take you with me.
For all I can see
The epitome of me
To release control and cast to the wind
The pressure to understand
Unrest swirls
Twirls and whirls disrupting
A night that could lay still
Aching like a rib-caged dog
Hunger grows and knows no abate
Persistent in its cause to claw
The final grain of hope
Breathe outwards and float inwards
Close my eyes and sigh
Fly in realms not weighed down
By sucking sight and stinging sound
That is hope.
A picture-future
Possible to reach
A tear, unseen, exists nonetheless
Rolls from my gut and rolls
And falls
And when it passes through depths my conscious cannot fathom
It appears once more,
Rolling from my gut, and rolls
And falls
I have tried and fallen through
Took the risk the jump the fall and all
That was promised… was dashed
When hope breathes in you
You can open up your window in midwinter
The cold that once ate at your uncovered toes
Now refreshes your lungs
Outside the snow remains deep
But I burn deeper