Wednesday, December 8, 2010

no.21

needed to share this beautiful Bjork cover...

"I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you"

Thursday, December 2, 2010

no. 20






Snapshots of people I miss in Sydney who have a special place in my heart.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

no.19

I'm looking at you kid...
isn't that what you wanted,
The Glory?

I'm looking at you kid...
don't doubt me when I say
I can see right through you

I'm looking at you kid..
i can see your cheeky smile
your masculine stance

I'm looking at you kid...
I spy your built arms,
your manicured kicks

I'm looking at you kid...
I am gazing beyond
the facade

I'm looking at you kid...
I can see your flaws,
the endless imperfections

I'm looking at you kid..
Your stance is strong yet
you are riddled with pain

I'm looking at you kid...
i could probably destroy you
with the honesty you've never heard

I'm looking at you kid...
I double dare you
to look at yourself too

-so-


Here's to you kid!
thanks for the witty banter
the morning calls

Here's to you Kid!
thanks for the food
the sexual prowess

Here's to you Kid!
thanks for the empty promises
the meaningless bull in your hands

Here's to you Kid!
thanks for dragging this out,
the lies were kinda hard to understand

Here's to you Kid!
thanks for letting me see
the truth at last


Here's to you Kid!
thanks for being your own worst enemy
the last laugh is for me.

So, a final cheers - just for you

Thank you Kid,
have a great journey,
a beautiful adventure with it all -
and when the going gets tough,
you will see me,
I wish you everything and more,
and mostly mostly I wish you courage to face all that I have before......

Sunday, October 3, 2010

no.18

refreshing to know i can feel,
in the breath of numb distraction
ambivalence is no longer my middle name
for a while i thought it would be forever

i can feel everything again - unlocked, unhinged
part of me - no other path but honesty
and its complete ,
this invitation , this hand out was temporary

so what is the new lesson?
my instinct can be blinded by ignorant stupidity
nothing more, nothing less
plainly stated : i can be wrong

you have no role in this anymore
i will be nothing better
than i am right now if you were to stay - so go
soon you'll fall to the sidelines as a fractured impediment.

the obstacle is overcome
true that wanting shall come in waves,
but i shall wake-up to sunshine,
if the sun is behind the clouds it will still be..

Monday, April 12, 2010

no.17

“You may say that im a dreamer”, she grins and flicks her cigarette knowingly,
Like she knows where it will land, like he knows whats coming…
Straight into his open palm on the coffee table – the coffee table where they had fucked the night before,…
The coffee table where he had kneeled and jolted into her , penetrating her deep and fast..the coffee table where she lay with her body faced down, ass up inviting – with her left cheek, left eye, left upper and bottom lip against the glass of the coffee table….

She continued…as she watched the ash land heat filled into his hand ever so slightly…”but im not the only one…”

she gets up, he sits still
She moves like a jaguar, he stares like a lion
For what she wants she will never have
What he wants he will never have
And the game it continues, free, unmoved, contraint and un free
For what one see’s is merely there own thoughts
And what one knows is merely there own thoughts
Nothing is true. But everything is honest.
I want you I want you I want you I want you
To give me -
Everything

he sighs, she breaks her eye contact
He moves like a sloth, she blinks like a goddess
For what he loves, he has already – right here in this room
For what she loves, she has already – right here in this room
And the trust – it envelopes them , that very second
For what he believes is what she believes too
For what she believes is what he believes too
And in this moment…
Everything is true, and nothing is honest.
I love you I love you I love I love you
Insides scream, but they remain silent
She leaves. He stays…ash in hand,..and a memory of a time he could of fallen….and that stupid beatle lyric stuck in his head.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

no.16

So it was your birthday,
but no candles blown...

so it was your big day
but no new dreams sewn...

so it was march 30th
but no icing on your cake..

so it was 48hrs ago
but no kiss's, warm spoons

so it was your aries moment
the age you left is still now...

i miss you my friend.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

no.15 - my confession

three hundred sixty five times three
i let it out
i set it free
moved away, across the sea
but i awoke today - t'was was next to me

this inner urge,
fuel for passion,
my innermost desire - my internal fashion
avoid the mirror -ignore the action -
cause to myself, not much can come from my new retraction

i want i want but no idea how to claim
i need i need but i put that shift into refrain

Monday, January 18, 2010

no.14 - warning this is unedited and intens! happy ny.



It is when the world within us is destroyed, when it is dead and loveless,

When our loved ones are in fragments, and we ourselves in helpless despair-

It is then that we must re-create our world anew, re-assemble the pieces, infuse life into dead fragments, recreate life.

(Hanna Segal1952:199)