The world a blessing

The world a blessing
So if you forget you can expect
The world to remind you
And if you lie the way I have
The truth will be the hidden hole in the pavement
that trips you up.
This power in solitude
proves to accumulate every part of me
From the clandestine fantasy
To the overt love I have for the world
The fool I´ve been to the genius I´m becoming
The begger I was to the mogul I´ll be
And everything in the middle
My finger the wand my shoe shy of potholes
I´m reminded of the world
By the most subtle of angels
Discouraged by the most overbearing of devils
And granted inspiration to press on from beyond.

Is life less?

I´d like to know

Tell me about the spins and the humms of your mind
Tamper with mine

... Talk to me about the climaxes life offers
How they filled your life

Deliver a shortlived sensitivity
that´s sure to turn me on

Tell me about rich days
when you felt like the centre of it all

I´d like to know where the key is
Is the boulder it´s under too heavy for me to lift?

Is life without you?
really a little less to live?

Edward the count

Edward the count

The man who once loved
Until love was corked and forbidden
The man once wrote undiscovered
His feathers burned and his signature hidden

Charletons paraded his works through time
The english language was given choice
Dark ink imprinted his stories his sonnets and rhyme
... Theatres opened and paupers rejoiced

For a god of literature had found himself a voice
Stages were mouths
and actors earned wages
Playwrites drew blanks to outwrite his pages

Royals shocked with applauds as they read about their fears
Who took the credit was man named Shakespear.

The scam shine

Honesty is fine

The lier goes home pockets laden
as the honest man empty handed
Witnesses the social glam man
He watches his girl paraded

The false man has found a switch to fingernail a woman´s itch
The real man is her infernal bore at arm´s length never to be hitched
The con has the freedom for his obligations aren´t moral
... You´d give the swine and not the suitor your fine body to borrow

The scammer in your eyes is shining armour
The truth is your nose is suffering a fart
You need to prove you can break the babymaking player
The tricks he plays the schemes he´s layed that´s your target

Pull a challenge out of your pants as he pulls wool
Send the honest on your errands like an endearing fool
Take my hand and blame tomorrow
I provoke you so your mine

No you false damsel
honesty is fine

She picked wedlock

Go and sit down smile stapled
Adoring
What mode of flirt embraced
What smell of the skin
What yet on the tongue to taste

Look up my arms spread
Your upper lip curves to meets the nose as your eyes meet mine
Like the girl who finds me out of line
Truth of your approval
In compliments you insinuate

For the girl that let me down last week now there´s you
You sit at the table spreading that smile like butter
I count the lines in it
I count your mine in it
Hopes are costly, deep lust applied for free

Yet you´ve a ring some man at home
Yes some old dream on that finger
So tell me why your eyes shine when I arrive
Your body language shouts, your mouth sings

Just tell me what should I imagine

Rendezvous a blank page

Rendezvous a blank page

The young girl smiled at him at the train station
inspired by his infatuation
He would go and long be gone love in wait
She would write everyday
Then he woke up and realized no such encounter was made

The letter in his hand was an unpaid bill
As he day dreamed softly by the windowsill
So he packed his bags and unpacked his mind
She once made fly the feather of his quill
Passion often severed by complacency and time
Now a blank page looms white a reality pill

Ironic wood

Ironic wood

From a life, a living out of wood
Till a death, a dying on wood
From parables of lillies
Figs and wheat

In lack there was abundance
In desperation, relief
Mercy´s was such a foreign word
As nail and flesh did meet

Those who swore not to betray
 But loosened tongue before dusk had it's way
Those whose eyes opened and ears heard
Those lame who walked on his word

The unclean were washed and lost their wraiths
The prophet´s sweat maintained their faith
Enlightening the few between olive groves
Until multitudes indeed arrived in droves

The servant becomes the master and vice versa
The worker the boss
The impoverished become wealthy he said
So they put him on a cross

Solitude is mine

Solitude is mine

Cast my boat off
The jetty almost broken
The waves reaching heights

New shores will fill my lonely eyes
As I find a new wharf from which my boat to tie
As followers had me in their hands
Now little will remain but that from which faith stands

The sea shimmers some days
Some of us pray before the nets
that solitude won´t break us
That with abundance we´ll be blessed

Thought carves up stories from a wolve´s hide
The line down connected, the mind lies
Truly shouting from afar a voice that can´t miss
The shape of a new life whose mouth promises

Solitude is mine
It has now been granted
Evil constantly knocks the mind
Though this goodness is enchanted

Solitude is mine
To be alone and everthere
Ignoring false signs
Or those who pretend to care

The destroyer

Break into the tranquil dream
hammer in hand
Stain the good vision the paradise pastures
Bang through men and blame

Cut into wishes seperate them with doubts
Burn the edges
Rub the faces out
Taunting haunting

Screaming in this downpour
Swinging a burning sword across hope
Though my hand unprotected breaks that metal
The chase will turn i will rent a room in the mind of the destroyer

His arms and legs will dry up on earth I will spit
and they will twitch
His fear machine will have it´s bolts snapped
For his hate expecting will only know my love

Centre of the room accusers squawk
Each on his payroll with his tail in their anus´
Dismal hearts, tricky souls, insult me now
The flame they employ to speak lessens

He wants to destroy me
While part of his empire collapses
 Because of I

Hooves of rubber

Exhaust breath
The tyres will be retreaded
The oil changed
The fuel made healthy
Until there are no more exhaust fumes

The tarmac the rubber grooms

The hubcaps acidic dogpiss stains

The under belly chasis soot caked

Humm across a city dirty basis

transport like animals

 

Just a frog

A Frog dreaming(maybe just a frog dreaming)

I´ve stopped sleeping
 no dreams just an empty lake
Day wonder is smooth and runs out like a slow flowing stream
You could deem this ridiculous, you may say it seems

The heat of the day
 swimming muscles are drained
Lilly pad pouncing untame
Desires pushed up to the sky through sheer force of will
gemstones and royalballs far from my pond
Kingdoms and long reigns, a peasant with but toil to boast

No sleep for this creative amphibian
Just enough courage to query a princess
Is there faith that one day you´ll see the kingdom mine?
 twirl light and colour... Fantasize alittle
Are these stagnant pool´s frog´s lips too easy to find
 no kind seeks a desperate wonder
 or hungry dark bottom feeding cruel eel

I´m no toad
By the pond or on the pillow this green skin
these sharp eyes, pupils thin
Being the food of banquets, the burnt flesh that scents the hall
Give the waterways tadpoles let a frog win

Great surprise mounts the egret of hope
 stirring in the watercress and reeds of today
I implore it ascends the margin like the new pope
 no longer a puppet afraid

Paddocks await lush drawing the want to touch am I eager?
Yay the house above is grand yet the homestead meagre
Held by mere liberty - A preference for luxury
What does your conscience hide, to disguard me as peel
One day your picnic could be in my field.

Leapfrog was an accusation from ignorant lips
But fertile soils are mine for my plump fruit´s pips
I ponder near my new lilypad soaked
 if the lotus may one day before me bloom
Before the unkissed frog croaks
 trying to weave from a wet gold loom

The chance keeps you honest a fine aqua walse
Furnish Flowers like her hair, eyes, legs and feet in your watergarden of abundance
So if she runs from me on earth
 in heaven she´ll be planted.

Tiny life

Tiny life

I had a wall up
barbed wire above like a halo
OOOHHH alone

Out I go big autumn
Big sign- Abundance
Oh alone after the grail
OOOhhh no throne

The edge of paradise
beg to get the dream packed so well
packed only for my hands to open
Ooh bedroom mind roam

Moss doesn´t grow here
My tongues always wet
The instinct shoots into my blood
Testosterone I bet

The wooden floor and empty room
soon to be full of me...
me of all things

Virtue verse(Cindy O´nanski)

Cindy o´Nanski

Put back the angel
The one that guards slim poets
And hugs fat lonely ones

I have a picture of fairies in my head
Screaming innocence and beauty
A pure outlook

Yes a much needed wash for most of us
Those rhymes drink virtue
Keep writing and nothing no nothing will ever eat you
Those lines eat into our demons

True feelings yep
You took me up on the express
You turned it round and sprayed the eye
We read impressed

Cindy our pixie our lil gram of stardust
Keep sending the magic
And making the brave elves blush

A nose for prose(Joey Jones)

Joey Jones
Through your callaused writing hands
Appalation inspiration

Through your passages
The hurdels ahead
Struggles life´s backpacks of lead

Bains of the day
Guarding sonnet with your similie
from drain and decay

Joey brave in stanza
Cloud forming spectacle
Your balance of words
thus your wealth

Pushing on despite the ills of life´s journey
I´ll celebrate you in imagination licked words
Here´s to your thick skin and prose

Your neverending struggle
The edge of freedom
A seal conveniently close on the icy border

Looking back you know you are near
To your friend humility feed him give water
His value fluctuates, it´s unpredictable

He accompanies you while you write
As you pave the road for us
Connect the cities of the eye beagle spark

Father of the eye(Randy Nii)

Randy Nii

Reform the land until it´s neatly settled on the page
God´s hands smooth and roughen it
You sir a finger coming back with the description

Lyrical man putting out young adventures across country
Singing it after in that Crafted chorus
We endeared, you adore us

You the foundation the carer
Poet´s as we want the counsel of Nii
And thus humour and blessings

If i could put you into one word
It´d be "Loveable" that´s true
We come here to be us
And no other person in this group has given more
With minimum fuss

A true father of the eye

Abundant poet(Clifton crackers Redmond)

Clifton Crackers Redmond

Just the the man who helped inspire group poet´seye!

The staunch green-isled lad
The wind will blow with your legacy
Tomorrow won´t challenge it

Spill the distill a moment
The morning farm
The dusky country and volunteer your colour

A northern meditation
You centre us in time
wake us so we may also be watchers

Observing the season´s and their behaviour
The falling leaf as the aged man´s last breath
Give us that as our poetry saviour

You who are blessed with abundance
The lack I am doesn´t make me admire you less

Choose an emotion and create!
Like a family as wonderful as yours is!

Contrasted dizain(Ludy Buhrs)

Ludy Bührs

She sees this world without justice
Abstract as a forest´s format
We will harken to art´s will

The eye is open and she writes to us
of dark places found just in the human heart
Golemns surround us she crushes them
knowing their very characters

Light and dark have fought against the brush
to find themselves on the page
And in her prose we watch
the grissly battle as it rages

Much to feel
The fine diseases and cures
growing together like weeds and ornamentals
The glimpse of her word never invain
contrasts so harsh in your Dizain

Sound and Solid(Dave Radcliff)

Dave Ratcliffe

I look to you now pal
What can you extract from a puerile puppet show?
Sometimes love sometimes dread store it here

Your honesty smacks me
as if i was the defect
Your love of nature redeems me

Truth in you like wheat that grows year round
For we make bread and none should deny
the inspiration solid and sound

Dave a true witness to the last sunset
A canvas as chaotic and blunt as a cataclysm

Peeling off the layers that make up our disguise
This collective world of cloned surface reaction

A deep magic, a deep anger
oh it builds and through verse is released
A surging liquid that has become real poetry.

Folklore refined(Mathilde Dumas)

Mathilde Dumas

Mystic linguistic
Humble enough to love english
Your tales turn to rhyme
These words you offer, your fine dish

Folklore refined
We imagine the tone of your voice
Out in the merciless wild
Where a tulip is as elegant as the forest is deadly

I chased your interpratations of lovelost
I implored you here!
To decode your soul-what a job
I got the lost in the lands of your grandeur

Just a dreamer, but now with a few more tones thanks to you
That hooded figuire forever misunderstood
that moral fibre the only code i learnt
Often much ashamed to see how real you were.

Lofty Dalia!(Migdalia Burgoin)

Migdalia Burgoin

Feminine verse rings and we pick it up
Words singing of the woes and glees of people
breaking down a person into parts
Like a picasso tapestry

The critical engineer of temperament
The overseeing eye of miss burgoin
The climactic Midgalia emphasizing Joy with her insight
Pouring disappointment into the page with great vases
as if dark wine

Many of us write cheerfully knowing a talent like you sees it
many of us no your standards though lofty are wholesome
Tell us Migdalia write to us the colours of an arguement before a kiss
Or vice versa>

King of charm(Paul Harmon)

Paul Harmon

Your words open hearts
You huddle them lovehearts
Riding metaphoric unicorns until they burp love

You´ve come and noble you hold amour
The shape of shivalry is almost seen again for paul shapes it
Smiles reach unlikely faces Paul write us and heal us

Invent love again with your aspect
Your patience and your sentiment

Rock romance deliver it like the weather
Go on god granted you the gut for it

I´ve come an inch closer to seeing women
caused by your poetry toward appeal

You´ve come and given us lips and longing
Fairly enough you´ve pointed the way to sweet encounters
You´ve rhymed about it

Rubbing our cynical wounds with optimism
And smitten we run back to those girls who smite us so
Thankyou a true poet paul for we all see you!

Stacy Lynn(fiesty)

Stacy lynn

Provocative you´ve caught a flame in me
You didn´t burn and we never quarrelled
On the contrary i´ve been warmed by your verse

With subtle and overt prose you nurse me
And scratch at the nagging
I´ve never met such a fiesty poetess

Okanagan serpent and I the deep lochness?
Your words have rippled and often broken the surface
sometimes venturing into the pine lined shores

Something illusive and hungry
Bearing down on a five foot sturgeon
That chase is like your rhyme
to the poetry surgeon.

And when you write of lust
It´s like creeks running into a lake
Calm sun-warmed water
tickling re-emerging spring reeds

Here I am chuffed
reading Stacy lynn´s stuff
her´s is a word i need.

Worthy like fools gold

Worthy
Could I be worthy of such a chance
tipped like ore into a refinery to come out shining
For i´m still rough and uncut

Am I the paydirt you would chance
Or false gold that would be nought better than a doorstop?
Will you ever know my caress?

Do you withdraw your eager idea of a man with riches
is there any woman who can?
For mine is a dim cabin with nought but candle light

One that i have held for years
The wax drips but that candle doesn´t get any smaller
Am I worthy?

The days are snails that leave their silky trails
Or is it slime I´ve tried to define
I´ve followed your path long drifting passionate and strong
Will you praytell follow mine?

Her library (Love knows no brail)

To be loved to be united by love
As sure as now I am lost
one day soon I could be found again

United with a woman
between the mountains
somewhere homebound

Sunlit yet frosty morn
the cold to test love
As sure as dawn puts sleep in your eye

That fear of failure cradled
I want it now dismantled
Faith else destruction

vulnerability else rot
It´s an easy tip when...
They say serve your heart hot

I beg, make your thoughts as books
So that I may read them
knowing how better to please you

Shut your library to other men
let me study you in silence in peace
Touching and turning the pages

The way here was stony and perilous
I am still blind and your love knows not brail
So I open my foreign eyes and pray for a miracle.

Mandarin in flight(Brother in verse)

The mandarin in flight

Down behind the vines of eve
Alittle before autumns eve
We the delinquents raided the orchard

So we picked between the leaves
each of us the citrus fruit thieves
Then the mandarins began to fly hard

We threw our spoils without reprieve
Fruit did splatter like you wouldn´t believe
Juice stained t´shirts our battle scars

The orchard owner was partly deprived
To see the good fruit wasted underneath
We we´re sticky but quite alive
we outran the owner to our relief

The scornful harp(Brother verse)

Of many tools
You chose sarcasm- a scornful harp
it´s simple beauty too alluring
Making mere words sharp

Your grindstone as efficient as brilliant brain
Your quickwit would make a cocky friend
sustain a week of feeling like a twit
Sharpened on that brave tongue

Ears would cringe
hard silences sometimes joined
Heart Doors would slam
almost fracturing the hinges

Sanding down that cool comment
Then hitting the unaware like a skull on cement
Mother would squeal "Oh how rude"
I would often marvel

Your friends would choose their words
Like a sensitive stomach at a backstreet diner
Your quips kept them alert
That swift humour, ironic shine

You could take a confident sixfoot man
and make him feel three foot two
with a sharp mouth but empty hand
you would cut me too.

The older brother(Brother verse)

You the older brother

Oh brother blessed
I guess he was right
He said abundance will draw on abundace
This is for you

Oh brother recieve the goodlife
in and out of pride
I´ll always send you "welldones" from afar
I´ll always look up and not down

The life we shared
The room we shared
Our escapades, our shameless games
Maybe you should have been the older one

The creek that ran down by the orchard
That started on the hill
The eucalypt hill to the pine forest
Our domain

The youngest a fibbing maori
The sporting maybe
And your irish bestfriend
The neighbours would hear us

The young intriguing lies we would tell
I´d look into your eyes like two wells
if they shone surely it was all true
You the staunch critic tempering me the dreamer

We´d compete, laugh and fight
Such a hard spine Luke
Such a hard spine

Block play(Brother verse)

Block play

Before video games
You and I contented ourselves with blocks
Building fortess walls and farms
Setting up our armies
You´d mix everything and i would throw a fit

Peices of wood
We stacked into castles
crazy constructions stood
Until one of us would bust it

Tantrums the base drum lungs
Toddlers like we
We would throw those blocks
When they hit they stung

Not as much as father hearing our fuss
ripping through the turbulence
picking you and I up by the neck
Presenting the wall to us!

Before lego Luke
We built kingdoms
grand feats of engineering
Using our limbs as nukes

Teaching each other war and peace
with the wooden pieces of some construction site

Dusty and trapped

Dusk hits her dancing shoes

Soon alone
Soon I´ll be home

Her in my tasty lap
I wake empty handed

No plan for the exodus
shaking like a locust fourty five degrees

This nest a dust trap
gathering dust
Here crying to entice
Trying to seduce alas no dice

The potion bottle is empty
Some look in envy
Don´t wish it on yourself
Those slippers are far from here

No plan of exit
used to this life that now drags
No sunset will renew peace
nor sunrise peace

My status is zero
My life is a tease

Blink blink flash

Blink blink flash

Lightening in the distance
A roar in the breeze
A chomp through the clouds
"Smacklight"

Blink blink flash
Blink blink flash

Too distant to get on the end of that thunder
Yellow night sky dabbed up with pollution
painted by streetlights

Blink blink flash
Blink blink flash

Breeze cools five by five degrees
Pushing like an angry mother
Insisting with strength
and a howl

Fronds mingle and tussle
Blink flash
Flickering neighbouring city sky
Nocturnal birds shell shocked

Boyfriend/girlfriend

Awkward love
God bless you
Each step hand in hand
You adore the feel of the fingers, palms and paths

Upward glances semi-smitten, let us sigh
Shrugs and suggestions flattery in kind doses
Food to offer
Parks to walk
Hearts to live in as if they were homes
But awkward love

Connected like a necklace
Sometimes pulled quite tight
Together now
Brush each others hair back
endearing- alluring

Negociate the fine maneuvre
deliver "I love you"
And life was good enough to give you that chance.

The subtle code

I can find the natural code
It´s abstract ratio drives some mad
The humid wind finds me and presses it´s code
Salt stuck to our bodies
sweat departed now dry and itchy

The skin screams and vibrates
Through the pores
That´s where it hides it´s codes

Knee high weeds the bugs apartments
no safety codes for them
Dogs wet hair, tongue out round edges of the mouth
There´s a dip in the corner
which makes it look like he´s smiling
That´s a code

The tangled roots of the ficus tree
Skeleton hair it´s a code
Each blemish of a clouding sky
A code indeed

No facing

Face eaten off now
I limp toward the light
Good entertainment for these joking angels
disintegrate me

Ha with the sound dream passing by on rollerblades
Checked the car window yep wrong girl
Plastic bag over my face
Knife in my lower gut

Face sweetly bleeding the hours passing like litres
I will refer you all to the dim corridor once again
How dark it becomes
Ridiculed for my lack of courage, it brought me anxiety

The two girls and younger brother skating past
Hollow dreams that once promised destiny
Such a heavy lie- such a heavy lie
And my soul wraps up in some damned place
wanting to farewell the sun with opiate smoke

I gave my best  piece and it came to fruition
As a mouldy fear stenched chunk of tasteless meat

Face gone, mind comp-romised
I´m by the life phase, flunking, realized
By now it´s time to count chunks in the vomit
To know your ugly fate
Stretch it out like a map and choose a destination less heinous

Disintegrate in silence
 Will she let me crawl into this tunnel furnished only for me
six grams of glitter lighting it up

Down gently

Her tears hit like waves
Shaping me as if I was the rocky bay
I say...
For what is this
Why not send a tidal wave
For good, disorder and chaos to the coast line

Her wailing rings out like I was turning the siren
Like my hands had become this foul noise
This damnation of the conscience
Must a man not know silence or peace
Must man be apt to pretend he is the purpose of grief

Not I, I scolded yet her words fell like sharp grim hail
Like piercing ice
I was not the dream man and continued to nightmare my way
Into her current depression

Not I, I scolded her but she had her culprit and she dressed the victim
like the party was based on it
She had the way with words to make me feel less than zero and stay
to paint the gates of eternal dissatisfaction
To maintain them until i forever would be
the focal point

Letting her down gently
She guilt tripped me until i didn´t recognise my own face
Until I considered death as favourable
Until I felt hollow

No emotion known to man could fill

A bout of unrequited shit

Burning tyres and I watch
But what a witness!
Burning me and burning through your fine curves
we´ve seen the end and it´s tight scalding heat

We hug their murder and go off in coffins like missiles
We hug their fained tongues pretending we didn´t hear
We be like lime lambs
Abbatoir fleas we are

Burning in the carcass fires
Jumping up as if heaven was reachable
Thanking god after each lashing
not willing to turn the mirror to it´s glassen side

The grins we wear equipped to face daily life
The lines a comedian keeps for those awkward moments
We are those lines those parasites
Scared to face the real unpleasant reality

Burning tyres GOD car bombs
His laughter thunder
His fist in my face
My low tread of god code patience
My end rolling into solitude

May he fast forward purgatory
him with the remote
I think he slow modes me
while i suffocate another bout of unrequited love
for a world that doesn´t give a fuck

That lake I choked at

Packed I look up I look at you
I looked you in the eye how many words did you derive
How many of my feelings did you decipher
You who bear all suddenly in strange places and me who bares the world
bears the world
Who gives of words and remains misunderstood

Packed to got to the dark green lake
Spend envy so to speak
As poor as I am if envy was money
Long green strands in the water like cash

Wonderful possessions
Don´t drown they call from the shore
"Don´t drown"

For sentimental reasons i float
I wander I wander yet I want her
God´s remote control, thanks holy roly poly big guy
I´ll wander and I´ll be driven asunder

You´ll drink from the cool green lake by my side
As i die of thirst
The algae will tangle in your throat
and you´ll kiss me and bring me back to life

Grimace/vengence grin

They shake my hands outside hell
They say"hey son jump right in"
Like it was a swimming pool
Like it was a fun park

The gates are like those that the naiive are raped on
Deny my impulses to not be one of those
The whole trip and trick makes the devil divine in what he does.

He stabs me through the heart
After wrestling with my demons
Tired still finds the energy
I pull daggers from my shoulders and wipe tears and exclaim
"they took it" you have part of my soul and part rests on earth
So I the mere simple simon
can torture you that your half soul be not sufficient to torment

The gates turn into spiney vines and grow behind me
I am enveloped i become part of hell
Yet the devil weeps
His tears steam off the hot rocks below him
I manage to transfer my grimace into something
more resembling of a grin
God let me go, knowing I would complicate the fallen
evidence of a grin, look closer
it turns into a corridor the end of which darkens

Lucifer wrote out of order for each demon´s
long sharp teeth fell out.
I look into you.

Superstition´s steps

Grind and look up
terrible feeling
dreams to chase
after you taste
expensive brand concrete

Turn and greet me
keep walking sweetly
Pretend it´s a stone in the heart
Pretend it´s a dream cracked
Like cheap branded concrete.

You lost

We caught you on the curbside
Crossing the road key bleeper in hand
I happened on you pistol tucked in muzzle up
In your side before you could make a fuss

Handover your life
For it´s a game and you lost
Streets and cheap labour
economic simplicity

On the side of the road you look down
We took your cellphone your wallet
and your faith in people
We´ll cash in before you can cancel your cards
You tell me life´s unfair
So I´ll make yours hard

No bars here

Unwilling
They tremble before the metaphor
They deny the art of imposing creation
They have given themselves to brickdom

Squirts of colour are black and white to them
hungering for format
Selling themselves to rules
Brushing off the abstract like an enemy

Crucifying the surreal
Putting out the flames of their once open hearts
The colours and shapes of us
ridiculous and absurd
They have abandoned us for mathmatics and poxy pics
Taking shots at freedom to express
Setting traps for creativity

Lines and lines
Sound counts
Spontaniety´s poison is brewed

You want to learn something
Express freely without the prison
keep your bars away from here

Didn´t give paradise

I didn´t give paradise
No heaven from my hand´s no!
I could have done better
But not with you sweets

Was it god or a demon that told me
I didn´t need to furnish paradise?
Shall I pretend
To know

Oh what I could have provided
Take it out of my flesh sweet hearts
For a man wanting good am I
For a man wanting right is this

Did I offer as much as I suffer
Take it out of me there´s little left

Father do I dwindle do I offer you less
Your definition of satisfactory
I didn´t give paradise
Will you show me hell thus?

With them?

If your with them...

If you´re with em don´t hint in objects
Don´t trace romanic innuendos with your pen
Go to recognition where he plays with intolerance
the sick dog

If you´re there sharpening the fine saw
Cut a piece of yourself out and give it to us
A souvenir of a muse
We´ll post it discoloured with words that make no sense

From minds that open like mongol tents
from voices that have travelled the earth in justice´ echoe.

If you´re with them don´t forget to insult us before you leave
We never promoted the ego stroke as potent
We never gave you a simple cure
There´s no medicine for us real poets
We aren´t even lucky enough to know the name of our disease

Each of us afflicted
Leave us so they can put you on the drip
Put you on a frittery flattery pan
Oiled up like fried chicken

If you´re with them
show us your middle finger
Recite some stoic embrace of jibe
If I ever catch a real whiff of you

I´ll bite through your soul
midnight floaty
wonna-ci on you

Without criticism

Unwilling
They tremble before the metaphor
They deny the art of imposing creation
They have given themselves to brickdom

Squirts of colour are black and white to them
hungering for format
Selling themselves to rules
Brushing off the abstract like an enemy

Crucifying the surreal
Putting out the flames of their once open hearts
The colours and shapes of us
ridiculous and absurd
They have abandoned us for mathmatics and poxy pics
Taking shots at freedom to express
Setting traps for creativity

Lines and lines
Sound counts
Spontaniety´s poison is brewed

You want to learn something
Express freely without the prison
keep your bars away from here

On a gate

Rape on a gate

The bay was filled with penguins
Bird plop surface roads and paths
It all looks like snow

Some sunbathed some watched the sea
Kids were jumping like animated wallabies
The centre of the road full of vendors
A few lone palm trees standing up to the cold

In the motel room you go lose yourself
The wild debauched naked young
Perversion worked into them
Rubbed as sour dough

The gate awaited
Climb to the top boy
on a thief´s ladder to the top of the gate
There you will be raped in public

Up the fence boy so the streets can see you shake
So they may hear you whimper
For you will be raped in public
the peeling paint like teeth into your fingers

Humiliated as crowds will gather
Some with faces of sorrow
Some with viral intrigue
In broad daylight son

You´ll be broken

Cracked and lonely

  Is it crack or lonliness?

They left enough of the drug there in the bag for me
I almost fell headfirst

The blinking brain gave me incentives
Those salty pieces that I would have to burn
Suddenly I became a vibrating pidgeon
Nothing in the brain but the search for a place to rest

I guess you thought it important
Angels on sticks
As I curved down from the old rock wall
In pieces the carnaval melody didn´t move me.

Your narcotics are stronger
And i´ve seen boys snought glue
And i´ve seen boys huff petrol
Girls sniff lines!
But you put me on speed dial with crack

The pidgeon invited paranoia and other unwelcome guests
I tried to escape and got myself even closer toward the center of hell

Lines in the sands

It´s with a sword that you draw these lines in the sand
Each tiny grain a piece of hate in the sky
Blinding you as the wind picks it up dry

It´s with a sword that you split us
The blade sharp enough to cut us
But not destroy us

Your wit was the grindstone
A windswept beach pad for this sand
This light free flowing sand
The tide darken us and we´re pleases

Laughing as you attempt to cut us
grinning at your sword
making it onto the hills sterilizing the bush
Laughing as you rust.

Salty front each wind throws us like a blessing
And your line is covered back up
Like a wound healed.

The aboriginal bikeman

The aboriginal bikeman

Outspoken and excited
His name was in the paper
His face was in the news

Thousands of young children
Thought he was the heroe of the day

He went out and made it look easy
Charm and a bag of tricks
A box of voice, a scream and a fight
Maneuvers he taught himself when homeless

My thirsty dog and flat bike tyres humbled me
I couldn´t get close to him
The gates to his fan area were shut
plastered with notices that confirmed nothing

Curiosity pushed into us like a puncture through a tyre
From the outside he looked like a plain man
working on his bicycles
Eager craft and nonchalant exposure
made him somewhat an enigma!

Breaky before work

A scon before work

They ran bakeries on the curbside
always joking about their own ethnicities

In humming dark cars we drove around the curvy town
stacking up then boosting off again

We could see the bakeies as we descended the lowhills
towards the halls of obligation, that dark wood
Those monotonous tasks.

The dimlit auster expectancy space
Highly organized frowns
lowly paid no sound

Keep the label

Keep the sticker friend

Many of you have come a labelling with me
Have come a sharp round expectation
I would be you shapely leaning rock
Alas providence rolled me away from the water source

I am not your leaning rock
For god threw me far from the well for a reason
Put your knee on this but it doesn´t mould me
Put your knee on this if you have the cartilage

Off to the pines

Off to the pines

Off to the pines to seek the food I love
Set up camp on the edge of an estuary
Looking north is a grey existance
People wear chimneys for faces
Smokey grey sky heart break is served for every hour of daylight

The estuary south is bluesky
A fresh morning
A father running

The camp was insufficient
Soon I will die as if life was a filmclip
purely to amuse the artistically challenged
Selective vision warps us like estuary sand
blown all the way up and then down
into the active volcanoe that is society

My pines are far off
Flavour left and reeds, salt and makeshift shelter
This, this is all I am

Lotsov part II(mogul dreamer)

Lotsov II(as Robert requested)
Their blue uniforms were alittle rough and dirty
They held the crowds back from the stage

The splendid speech the loyal had anticipated
Was now opening like an orchard across a dimlit platform
He spoke of the key to life, what held us down
The glorious maintenance, the grand works toward flourishing

Spies sneaked in to hear his wonder-posture verbalized
The cackled inside their jackets knowing it blasphemy
toward their wealthy despotic masters
Who salivated over of low minimum wages and ghettos

Lotsov recognised one of the spies
His words began to hail down now
Huskiness and anger hit the crowd
Layer upon layer of descriptions
Of how the elite raped poor communities
Explicit he shaped injustice with his words

He sent out predatory birds in the form of rhetoric
The two spies felt less confident now and looked for easy exits
The was no escaping the crowd
The more they struggled to get out
the heavier the crowd seemed to consolidate itself

Lotsov´s tone came long and slow like an aeroplanes motor
rushing toward the earth then veering back up into the sky
His words found exact ears and fed them until they were satisfied
The spies were frantically shouldering to exit
Lotsov´s words turned the crowd towards them
As if Lotsov could identify each member of the audience

The spies felt the crowds eyes
Then their mechanical grip
Then their outraged fists
Lastly their old rough boots

Dragged out from the hall
Lifeless
Lotsov ordered they be buried with
the assasin and mad dog
In a local mogul´s backyard
A mogul that shutdown a soup kitchen
and sanctioned the spies.

The elite would be cursed
The midwives who buried the dead
enchanted the earth with certain spells
Lotsov entered the mogul´s house
The terrified Mogul presented his gun
Threatening Lotsov screaming with a shaky voice
The mogul pressed the trigger
The blast rang out yet Lotsov stood there

It was not lotsov´s body but his dawn dream form
The midwives had called it so
The mogul began to choke in shock
Lotsov´s form had implied hunger into the man
The man who had lived in luxury since childhood
The man who imposed pain to line his pockets

Lotsov showed him bit by bit every ill the ghetto had
Until the mogul had soiled himself, vomited and scratched
himself till bleeeding
Lotsov warned the rich mogul-"You will improve the slums!"
Though the shock had killed the mogul
Lotsov disappeared

The mogul simply looked at himself on the floor
And wandered what the afterlife would be like.

Lotsov(part one)

Lotsov
The Charismatic Russian lotsov
Who took our town by storm
His speeches bringing small crowds
lapping like tides at the open auditorium doors

Holding the crowds and ushering them
Many indicators were throwninto the mass
Like moustache shavings in a moist sink
Until we couldn´t tell ourselves from our own thoughts and his

Thursday night he was on the stage
Legs kicking, few voiceboxes could make screaming pleasant
His did
Halfway into a rant edged glorious speech
"POP" Some man from the audience opened fire on him

Verily the first assasination attempt
The tone of the audience pink now and dim
The assasin was taken into the bathrooms and held
While the charasmatic Russian lotsov
coughed up the bullet.

I couldn´t breathe as we entered the bathroom
The first shot tore into the assasins jaw
putting him onto the ground
The next shot bore into his leg bloodying the floor
An artery was burst and clouded insided and out

The assasin still alive, was dragged out into a cage
With a local dog that had attacked and maimed countless children
They were both kicked to death by the fanatic volunteers
As if guilty of the same crime.
Lotsov´s lower eyelid grasped a tear as a poorboy his last dollar
Even as the snow descended, not letting it fall
My eyes wouldn´t leave the bloodstained bodies
whose reds were bright to dark and vice versa
Like many of lotsov´s speeches.

Modern aztecs

The temple of the wolf
Where the images of wolf like men
are archived In large slate drawers

Films of centuries gone by
That have terrified and infected viewers
Now simply golden bliss
Where sport and light are the focus

The young king not more than seven years old
walking down the morning sun with his baby cobra
Suddenly it bit him fright and venom merged
The young king didn´t die
No he continued to construct the temple of the wolf

Screens were fitted onto high schist walls
The sun was worshipped again
These modern aztecs have conquered the west once more!