Sunday 24 February 2013

Kindness

 Kindness: When you're sick and cranky Just remember when You hankied to my panky, you listened to my thoughts Things were different then ...

Love Lost

Love Lost: A spouse and a father oughta be a lover caring for his family protecting from the enemy but now the revelation YOU are the enemy tell...

Poetry: Last Chance

Poetry: Last Chance: Last chance gone to the devil doowah you have gone to the devil Sick narcissistic hopeless unrealistic fucker of a boy man look at t...

Things are getting better.

Poetry: Co-dependency

Poetry: Co-dependency: Be strong. I'm like an invalid I'm a co-dependent I drink in your moods and feelings like we share the same blood. There is no e...

Poetry: Lost Soul 2

Poetry: Lost Soul 2: No one wants to know a soul who is lost We want people with strength Don't waste time and energy on the hollow man. It's too hard ...

Poetry: Lost Soul

Poetry: Lost Soul: A lost soul Existing, confused Reactive to others' plights Your own unidentified Forgetful of the past Uninspired for the future...

Poetry: Observations

Poetry: Observations: Time passes We're at the back of the dam  A nice breeze comes off the water after the ovenous heat of the town No sound but the bird...

Friday 8 February 2013

Day 1


Day 1 of my solitude
and despite the yelling and manic babble of the kids at play next door,
I feel serene. 
I feel my mind, my thoughts, imagination re-emerge. 
I thought they were lost forever. 
The war has stopped, the ceasefire called,
I’m back. 
That was so easy. 
Is that all I need – to be alone? 
To live alone?  To abandon my family to be sane?

I can see he is struggling. 
We are all struggling. 
Perhaps we all need to be alone.
I remember the haven he was –
that we provided for each other
but now it’s a prison –
a bitter twisted thing
that might be too twisted to unwind.

Co-dependency


Be strong.
I'm like an invalid
I'm a co-dependent
I drink in your moods and feelings
like we share the same blood.
There is no element of blame
This is no excuse
but maybe just what is.

Maybe we both need to live with
positive people
To show us the way
to heal and recover
and be brilliant once more.

Maybe I love you too fully.
Since we first met
I was tantalised and magnetised
I drank you in
this stranger
You are my addiction
but nowadays there are
few glimpses of joy
Only the shared pain of the rituals of our life.

Lost Soul 2


No one wants to know
a soul who is lost
We want people with strength
Don't waste time and energy on the hollow man.
It's too hard to start with
To find the sparks to ignite
the flame of desire, of purpose
inspiration, direction
He knows it's hard
It might be impossible
Every last ember cold to the core
Pity.
I could have been great
Or does everyone entertain such delusions
Is that the brain's job?
to keep it employed - to help it grow
But why doesn't it work now?
Not a thought, a fact, a plan
to rub together
Scaffolding scattered in disarray
Should have invested in steel to start with
Not these flimsy woods and twigs
The only thing flowing
is this stream of negativity
and it's getting too uncomfortable
gathering my living fibres and tumbling them off to an unknown valley of waste,
pool of doom.
But it is a new development
Yesterday could not even conjure up a word, a feeling...

Lost Soul


A lost soul
Existing, confused
Reactive to others' plights
Your own unidentified
Forgetful of the past
Uninspired for the future
Be here now.
Be witness to the breeze licking at the leaves
And the trees bending a little flirtatiously
in response to this attention
A welcome relief from the constant breathtaking baking
of the summer sun.
Like the trees, I just be.
Stand resilient.
But everything impacts
and either weakens or feeds the core, the trunk, the roots.
The leaves extend in friendship to whatever bird or beast alights
to be nourished by my juices
for that is their purpose
in the circle of life
That is my purpose
Possibly
I need more.
Wandering forty days and nights
in the wilderness
and no revelations come
I feel like an addict trying recovery
But my brain is fried
I'm spent.

Observations


Time passes
We're at the back of the dam 
A nice breeze comes off the water after the ovenous heat of the town
No sound but the birds and the gentle lap of the water
The blue sky is dotted with cotton-wool clouds - confirming that we are still earthbound
Though you might imagine we're part of a lunar landscape
Decorated with driftwood sculptures reaching for the sky
like the burial poles of Arnhem Land.
A line runs across every tree within view, as if drawn by hand
Showing where the water level used to be - about 12 foot above the current level
A nice place to camp - flat
Easy to see any approaching danger.

Last Chance

Last chance
gone to the devil
doowah
you have gone to the devil

Sick narcissistic
hopeless unrealistic
fucker of a boy man
look at the beauty of
the people who loved you
But love is gone

You can't expect people to
continue to love you
when you treat them like shit
doowah doowah

Deep in the hole you have dug for yourself
your soul is lost and you need help
to walk through life connecting with
people and seeing the reality of life

You've blown your last chance
you've had the last dance
you're on your own now
good luck to you

Love Lost

A spouse and a father
oughta be a lover
caring for his family
protecting from the enemy

but now the revelation
YOU are the enemy
telling nasty lies
behaviour to despise
we've every right to criticise
we've every right to ostracise

there's no justification
for this situation
this manifestation
of ugly protestation
of innocence
say its halucination
blame others for your creation

You're dead meat
can't see no redemption
you really need detention
and major intervention
to sort your fucked up mind

Kindness




When you're sick and cranky
Just remember when
You hankied to my panky, you listened to my thoughts
Things were different then

Once full of peace and love and kindness
Where is that person now?
Lost forever - swallowed by a bitter soul
My love can't see you now.

It used to be just me
To whom you were unkind
But now it's with others too
Hello! It's easy to be KIND

Smart snide sarcastic
and anger in it too
It all begets more nastiness
and makes everybody blue
But the reverse is also true
for kindness begets kindness
and that's all I want for you.

Hello!  It's easy to be kind
Kindness begets kindness
and that's all I want from you.