Go out
Look at sky
More there than you or I can ever describe
Out
Not just through window
It’s plain as day
The pain from these panes keeping at bay
Sky
Enter eye
So shy
But try
Pry yourself away
Now is the time to be
Out.
Go
Category Archives: Poems
If need creates greed
What seed can you plant
What spell can you chant
To reverse the curse?
A part rejected
Tribe-self ejected
Mourns, disconnected
Twitters for a look
Pages the endless book
For a face to grant grace
Where’s a human in this race
Who’ll suffer my shame and call out blame
As my oppresser
Fear of pain the worst transgressor of all
The scourge standing at the flogging wall
If desire could speak would you be meek enough to hear it calling out its lack
Not step forward or back
Meet it on your side of the river
With the giver of Life
Dipping from that eternal brew
The same dew they drew for you
Before you grew to know more than
now
The simple pleasure of present
Do you trust in lust alone?
When shown all your hardest shells
Which of those hells do you run back inside?
When you get there
How do you hide from those walls?
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Fear
Sidles over,
Swinging low
Sings its halting notes of
Graceless tension
Taut strings twanging
Sharp. A warning
Harken! now to doom
Your peril lurking
In every shadow:
Monster
Every sickness:
A demon that shouts the name of Healing
And seeks it’s own blind end
Third eying the door
The glimmer of another crystal
You participate in that archaic
Self-preservation system
Perhaps this time your skin will lift
This time you feel the shift
And it’s true
That rue will rule you
But it’s not a real end yet
Your sense of ruin
Is a tune you’re tired now of whistling
Kite-strings hissing
In that pre-storm hum
Then it’s done.
Not running, sailing
Lighting strikes to claim you
He always told you
Never need to fear
Now you feel it,
Air, cloud, scorched paper
The sound only your ears can hear
That song you ring with when all is clear
When terror turns it’s tail
And slinks away.
The Beauty Of Sleep
When you wake you return
To your body
That temple
City of shadows and lights
With your eyes closed
You prepare for departure again
To that mountain
That temple
Forest of shadow and sun
With your third eye open
Listen, princess
It’s a lie they tell you
The prince will not come to take you away
But one will come,
To guard you while you fight
It’s an inconvenient truth,
Oh prince
Though you feel the safety of it in your heart
It’s the princess who rescues, as much as you
It’s the union and the distinction that saves
How can you stay here
In your body,
Your prison
Hearing scratches at your door
Dear princess
They tell you lies from birth
It’s not their fault
They can only pass on what they’ve been shown
Here,
This second
You dream you are reading
Words about yourself
Warnings, encouragement
Here,
Here
Wake with me
In your body you dream
They said you were royalty
They only knew half the truth
In your dream body you know
You are more than a human
More than male, more than female
More than two, less than one
In your body you dream
You are all the eyes of every universe
You are more than a universe
You are less than nothing
You are fullness and emptiness themselves
And between
And everything else you cannot be
In your body
It’s you,
Dreamer
It always was
You wake to your own rescue
You, in every body
Sleeping and seeing
Blinded and alive
Body Text
Before temples there were groves
Before groves
No dressed stone. Are you listening?
Just cruising the headings
There’s an ocean leak like energy tide
Before cops and robbers,
Before baseline
There’s a king cockatoo flying roundabouts
A koala court
A vacant niche
Not so. One is always none is never done
But the pulse, quick-stepping
Change your beat, heart
Not too late to restart
Between action is retraction,
Dissatisfaction,
You never come when I call
You’re never away
A pilot auto,
Flying towards stars.
Muscle/Memory
It’s in my arms
This ache, this ache
From over-reaching
It’s in my throat
From speaking out of turn
Too ignorant
To slow to learn something as simple as
A rest
A break
A silence
A real musician knows
When it’s time to wait
And when to play
It’s in my bones
This ache for home
This graceless, traceless
This pain, this pain
We all complain
But how many trace it
Chase it down to the source,
Follow the course back,
Forth
Back
To find
What’s yours
What’s mine
This pain
This plain old
Life-defining game
And still
Killed me, dying off
You’re perfect
Caused the perfect pain
I’m still
Happy in this hurt
Still here to learn
To unlearn
It’s in my neck
From looking up, down
It’s in my wrists
From holding too tight
To you and everything.
It’s in my eyes
The window out
It’s in my mouth
The loosened shout
It’s in my ears
The silence soothing
It’s in the moving,
The making, breaking
Giving up taking
Finding the feeling
Bruises healing
It’s in the moment
Breathe.
Little Pieces
Small notes at 6am,
In the grey air
Translucent
I am only parts of you
I show up when you need me
I am gone when
The fire is cold
Into ashes
I am grass now
I am feathers
I am the pure haze of pollution
Fogging your thoughts about work
About your dinner plans
Ruffling your broken dreams
I am your mother tongue
I loved you before you knew yourself
I will pass by later,
While you are resting
While galaxies collapse and expand under your eyelids
While toads pant beside detention ponds
While dozers chew slowly through their fuel and
Waste creeps upon them,
Taking its due
I am a barren roadside
Blooming under tomorrow’s monsoon.
Like a child
You re-enter the gates to confusion
The tangled, unapologetic paths
Through synapse and sensation
Was honesty ever a true friend?
Like a fox, unhurried nosing
Through spent pleasures
Recreating your dusks and dawns
By the light of fluttering eyelids
Angels at your back
Circumspection bows your shoulders
Nobility has no place in this mosaic
Shrike-thrushes advertise their husky repertoires
Until the indigo bushes nod and the night-moths emerge
You are not a queen, or even a king
But there is joy in the wind existing
Caught in your waiting ears.
The air in heat
Reduces this matter
This once living, grown dead
Into bone-coloured powder
Into black chalk
Fragrant clouds
That tar everyone’s lungs
This once occasional
Necessity we stumbled upon
Night spotted with the marsh frog
Building future selves from staccato backhands
Filling the gaps in our speech
Once as hasty with replies as yours
Cool air for a summer night
Normal for a season within a cycle
Hot breaths that burnt up the last year
It all comes back
A fire ecologist said
He’d seen, high intensity or low
Same assemblage at climax
The only difference is time
Do you gift yourself the space
To engulf that reaction
On the inhale, do you give thanks
The exothermic removal
The liberation of all that potential
A Line You Take
There’s a line you take
It’s suggested
You always seem to ignore the easy options
Find it with your hands on the texture paint
Find it with your skull horizontal
Your tendons calling for something true
Against gravity
There’s space you ignore
Smearing hardwood with your virtue
Spitting curses
Outward
Your god external
Your god non-existent,
You
We never really agreed on our disagreement
Getting a purchase on what shouldn’t be
The heroism you don’t need to test
I never patched any holes. You only saw
The top, there inside yourself
What exists
You already had
The wind saying your name
You’re still you when it changes direction.
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