One adjusts and tugs on their shirt
as if it makes all the difference
smoothing out imaginary wrinkles
while holding onto perceived dignity
The atmosphere has changed
and they try to deny it
with all their heart
The smile thrown their way
makes them smile in hopeless hope
but the cold is there and is the cause
of ones chin resting on their chest
Today you feel like a fool
for things done yesterday
words become history
and cannot be undone
Desperately claiming censorship
for something you don’t own
dwelling on the useless past
thus failing to enjoy the present
Birth
Surprise
Want
Gift
Fun
Vexation
Growth
Looooooove
Growth
Vexation
Fun?
Gift
Want
Wait
Death
Bright flashes leapt as dark clouds bounced around the hills
like mischievous school boys playing with fireworks
just out of reach but close enough to flick the odd taunt
the city had been unkind today and I found myself surprised
a bit stupid at the thought it would be any different
but that’s only because I selfishly didn’t get my own way
whatever the fractious retort may have been
the plaque of some creature clung to exposed skin
requiring immediate attention and scraping
so in the dark of night as other ants scurry for cover
the journey started home with a detour to a dark high place
to feel the rain and touch an angry sky while wearing a suit
The fat fish Athol splashes around a bit
that and the fridge are the only noises
there are clothes on the floor and the house is a mess
but I’ll leave it like that for a while
because it reminds me who left it there.
Wind blows through the trees of my life
picking up the leaves of old memories
some I am pleased to see tumble away
but others I want to hold and make green again
Branches thrash in protest as the wind takes its due
the trunk groans amusement at the frivolous action
a zephyr brings a familiar fragrance from the littered floor
and standing holding my leaves
I wondered if it was my life
I am glad I am on my own
no one to love
because I am coward
and falling out of love
is a pain in arse anyway
You
me
family
tree
You
me
two
three?
You
me
truth
see
You
me
suddenly
free
It would be ok to be sick with you as long as you held my hand
I would only need the one and the other can rot in the sand
whatever you so desire to satisfy your paltry needs
take the feelings shining from my eyes and my soul from which you feed
too embarrassed to say the word so nothing left to say
knowing you don’t deserve me in even the smallest way
A high voice of conviction could be heard behind the view
for all to hear and heed, to have heart of good will and hope
wondering all the time if tradition is meaningful
offence is not a path to righteousness
tradition is not a law of the young
but truth of the heart is
sing with me the truth of what is right
forget what you have been trained to think
and learn what it is you assuredly feel
to look at me and self-flagellate
does not release you from responsibility
ownership of happiness belongs to no one but you
and thus the ability to inform and provide
the just environment that is the right of all
to evoke collaborative ataraxia
take the Karakia as a graceful push – the fuse
the seed to cultivate something more than subsistence
promote the ease of strength by candid admission
ignore malodorous action and instruction of malice
take the hand of truthful like mindedness and realise
to be the strongest depends on awareness
of what is available to you and others
banish timorous, unfounded thoughts
own the rights of the heart and believe
happiness is yours to take once you understand
the ease of what and where it comes from
and the biggest, unquestionable responsibility
to share
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