Am I the rock?

 My passion drives me forward

 I fall and make mistakes

 Among the chaos I find the pieces

 I need to rearrange the puzzle

in the form i need

You look doubtful and the tide never comes in
But I know deep down the missing piece in you

Broken pieces reveals nothing to the world, ha  but I see

I was never meant to see, but i do

I fit them together, into each of my eyes, one by one

Until scattered pieces become you

Thus i see signs of the sea lapping margins
Then I trust the tide will obey the moon and move inward

Forced against its will, driven forward

In its waves crashing

And am I the rocks you ask

For not at all am I the rocks

You look doubtful at me as if I am tiny and I am
For I sit here on this beach as the sand

waiting for you to come over

Stupid little plans

 Fingers pick the clothes edges
arms raise with that sense of rhythm and repetition
The free hand opens the peg
it closes over the material and clings

Shoulders go from shrug to extension
she gets lost out there in the wind
The cardigan flies as the breeze lifts it
The line is full 

Another week of clothing hangs
moistureless day collaborate
rustle and blow the material
Until it is ready to put away

To wear over ourselves
for our agreed pretend
Shoulders go from reach to extension
you have no clue

There's this long line
her smalls and my bigs
in a wind that parches
that knows somehow

The secret that I keep
the peg box is empty
The imagination full
Bending and picking up the next wet shirt

Another space full
Anopther illusion bought and paid for
Another yearning fool
Dreaming of worlds so far off

failing in the practical house hold jobs
Tightening the line
What's left over 
rides away on the clothes horse

There her shoulders are
Making their way out of her dress
Lifting and falling like the days
Smiling at me when she has her back turned

The free hands hold an edge
There's no peg to hold it
Nothing to secure a fixed life
You just thought it would be set in stone

But the wind blows those stupid rags right off
They get scattered into the neighbors yard
Right out onto the road
stupid little plans, broken little hearts

No dia que lembrei

 Apelo para amanhecer
Está na hora de conhecer o ânimo,

aquela camada esquecida,
o pacote dentro de mim.

Apelo para a tarde
O sol conversa comigo,

me ensina o seu caminho,
linhas através do céu.

Está na hora de conhecer
a parte de mim
que negligenciei,
que não dei importância.

Agora, no final do dia,
sou grato por ter vivido isso.
A luz final está iluminando
essa parte de mim
que por tanto tempo escondi.

The moon and my performance

 Blankness started this morning
Not only did the world stop watching me
But little accidents speedily interrupt the day
I am getting all the karma back they say

on the walk to the gym the moon watches me
It says I wnat to show the world something
I say so boldly -yeah so what
then i see it blink

And as I briskly step it whispers
it says you have nothing to show for your efforts
I flip the bird att he big old rock
flex the calfs and nail the squat

and get righ back on this rugged page
Where your eyes have come
to bathe in my word-magic grace

the socks didn't wash

 I turned the socks inside out
and grass and soil fell onto the floor
I put the coffee on and had a snack

Dawn was about 20min away
morning still seemed a part of night
I would be sweating and thinking

This was my routine
My fate for the foreseeable future

My nurse at Hawkesbury

 the mountain made my home
the bay bathed close to the land i lived
The insane garden where a local ghost shone
In dusks contempt

Something that lost it's humanity
would wheel itself down the corridor after midnight
Screeching and squealing across the linoleum
It didn't enter my room or haunt me directly

It was the soul of a dead nurse
One that had left the world many decades ago
The scraping of the old wheel chair
Lulled me at once and sent me to slumber

It's predictable routine would repeat
There in old Cherry farm now hawkesbury
Where people with broken minds
would live out their pain

The empty paddock below the window
Where something stood just at the edge of vision
Ushering the nurse out like some desperate parent
Every night they replayed the same short drama

One night she was in my room murmuring and facing the wall
I wanted to tell her I knew how lonely it felt
But she could feel i already knew
Maybe she was there because i was sadder than her
And she was dead

How Tara twinkled

 Twinkle her teacher used to call her
I saw that smooth beauty
Everything formed the way it should
That flicker of uncertainty as she fell in love with me

There near the octogon where she would want to dance the night long
There where a piece of me corrupted society itself
She knew how to move in the light 
Storm into the darkness taking every part of me with her
Ever since Ive struggled with the madness

The cold and the heat abnormally climbing spine
Through the best of me
Twinkle and she's standing with the stolen rose 
I am the guilty party

Soaring into mosquiel
To hunt her down
Across dying city lights
Diesel and dreams of strenth
Twinkle Tara twinkle in the darkness
A lost suburb

Found you by the light of aurora australis
Lust fought love and won
Uphill and none understand
These highway veins on the side of my face
As I drive headfirst into Tara's deeper layers
Does this woman even know

The depths to the creature I have become
The frost rocks across the dawn
I meet it halfway and walk out onto solid grass naked
It twinkles like that brave woman
Reflecting sparkly luck