Silent for a Moment...

A crow squawks, and flys into the distance... a car slows down to go over a speed bump, and revs up and drives on.

l hold my head, partly covering my ears, l am silent for a moment.. l hear the slow ticking of the wall clock, and birds in the distance...

A dove calls to its partner,
while city noises continue.

Stop Watch...

You know;
Lately life has been so easy.
A doctor helped stop being so queezy.
l have re found the youth inside,
and cannot stop, my legs are taking me for a ride.

l know, l know, lm not young anymore,
but something nice is at my door.
l shall use it for all its might..
and hope l dont fall down with fright.

l am a hermit, that is right.
l time everything l do,
even chatting to you...
have a nice day.

Travelling the world from one spot.

walls, old paint.
lights without covers.
glaring, too bright.
drafts.

thinking back,
to abodes before;
comparing.

have done a lot of moving around,
and havent been anywhere.

...

lm going to attempt to explain the last line.
..
l drove a taxi for two decades,
l came across a lot of people,
from all the different countries of the world.
l learnt about the people via this job.

lve never really had the urge to physically travel,
because l feel that lve met the world, via that job.

Thoughts...

sometimes my mind goes on holidays...

and sometimes, it never comes back lol...

there are moments and feelings l cannot recall of late...

l guess thats life, l shall take it as it comes...

As night falls

The sun is on my back, the evening is creeping in...

The moon is in the blue dusk sky... the air outside is lovely..

Night descends, street lights come on...

Dark sky, neighbours home and quiet.

The hum of the suburbs has slowed.

lts true, we dont listen....- a poem.

While we can’t make it perfect, or repair all of it, we do have the power to make our corner a better place.

.........................

its true, we dont listen.

then we go thru all those silly deep and meaningfuls,

get bored with that, and come back, and wish we had listened,

cos rebellion was boring.. and yes as much as l tried to change the world, l couldnt, and never will be able too.

all l can do is change my world to a better place.. and by doing that, l make a better place for those ppl around me.

Melbourne Australia August 13. 2009. Spring.

The first day of spring

All the streets were lined with blossoms.

Midnight.

I just walk around at midnight...

lts so quiet out there.

You dont really know how noisy the day is

until it stops

Well, it doesnt stop.
There are ppl and vehicles around all the time at night.


l looked up at each end of the street, and imagined l was a tiny street in the middle of nowhere.


l was quite refreshing.

Gone.

my heart

ls so deeply

locked away

no more

does it see

the light of day...

I REFLECT...

I REFLECT. july 09.


As l travel through a quiet day of gentleness,
warm in front of my fire, l reflect.
l no longer mourn the past, or the people l no longer see.
l still love to hear a good blues, soothing slow guitar, hammond organ,bass,and a good drummer.

l have had a good life,
had a few falls, but not deep enough that l couldnt get out.
l wonder sometimes, how l got this far in life.
l am one step away from poverty, l hold fast.
l am very grateful for a roof over my head,
and a bed to sleep in.

l have given up complaining about the little things.
l have finally started thinking about others, and how their lives arent easy either.
l love to understand now.
l walk through life quietly...

lm half way through life, and yet l still feel young.
age seems to be but a number.
l reflect. There are no regrets.
l still have another fifty years to enjoy.

So l sit and think of what has been,
and make plans for what will be.

Poems without names.

Poems without names.

lts not very often l wake feeling empty, but today l did.
l had two thoughts in my brain, and jotted them down...
these poems have no names.
..............................................

l have not found you yet

l use everything to take your place

l over indulge all things

where are you.


l have great passion

being wasted on superficial things and thoughts.


where are you.

...............................................................

can l stand alone with me...

do for myself?

while l know you are there

l need to be able to see if l can stand and be strong,

without my crutches in life.

as l turn u off and out for a moment

l sense a strength and freedom

l know you all are there

l need to be free.

l step out of the care bubble l have allowed myself to be in,

out of life security.

lts scary, and invigorating.


l dont mean to be mean

l dont feel meanness at all

l just want to be with me and my strengths

lf l find l cant

l know youre there.

The love of a good kind man...poem

The love of a good kind man.

There aint nothin more in the world that a woman needs more
than the love of a good kind man.

she can go on day after day trying her best
wearing herself out and down,
tired and wearing a frown.

A good man is so hard to find,
values of steel
bringing her mind in like a fishing reel.

He gives her strength
he gives her the power,
days become easier
hips become sleazier.

Telephone - poem -

Deep, Deep, Sleep.
Ringing bells invade!
Comfort disturbed...
Blackness.
Now pictures!
Where is the noise!
Climbing,climbing,
Over the edge,
Down on the floor.

Cold against my ear.
A loving familiar voice.
Lay back and collapse.
Voice in ear, close the eyes,
Let it talk, try and concentrate.
The voice asks a question!
Eyes! Open! Think! Oh! Mm!
Oh! Youre awake!
Throw the doona off
Thats tied around you,
Now youre up!
Now the voice wants to go.

You look at the pillow,
Then the window,
Now the clock,
Deep breath,
Try to stand.
Walk to the bathroom.

Eyes sticky,
Throat dry,
Back stiff.
Sit and organize the day.

Hot coffee,
Hot shower,
Warm clothes.
Sunny day,
l smile at the mirror,
And thank god
For another day.

A Poem. ( Death-Loss )

lt is so hard to lose someone.
the ache of wanting them back, and knowing its impossible.
to have found the right person, and situation, to have it taken.

afraid youll never find another like him.
to hold onto what sat right with you.
we can talk to them, in our quiet moments and dreams.
and feel them close, and feel like we are home.

we dont search for this sadness, this emptiness.
this ache.
tis hard to move on from a place we searched so hard to find.
yes, life does go on.

one day, you will be with him once again.
he would not want you to hurry through this lifetime, to do just that.
he wants you to love life, and love him.
he is there with you, and will do with you, whatever u choose to do with life.

Crumbs in my Bellybutton.

l sit
crumbs in my bellybutton
has life come to this
sitting half naked in front of the screen
drink
l do not
smoke
l do not
messy l have become
shakes shirt to free a mess to the floor
coffee
out of the same mug
not a mug
a shaker
a shaker with a lost lid
not attractive
sits
heater blowing
listens to outside noise
a boy bouncing a ball
cars coming and going
birds flying past
yelling
listens to abc classic radio
wipes crumbs from face
they fall to the floor
the clock says four pm
the sun is behind me
l see the reflexion on the screen
l should be out there
lm not
lm sitting here
listening to opera singers
sound
the heater fan so loud
feet cold
need water over me
need clean clothes
need to start the day
yesterday
wore me out
l must push forward
l hurt
order order
l mentally slap
has it come to this
surrounded by dust
l crave a big garden just for me
a box is where l am
need to mentally expand
l should drive to the beach
there my mind can stretch
only to come back to the dusty box
l rock
in a fetal position
l hold my head
coffees almost done
stale bread
vegemite
heater fan sound too loud
earplugs day
turns up abc
to drown out noise
books stacked
must be read
dust dust dust
cold feet
water
silent scream
inside my box
red and green
green and red
hahahaha
christmas all year round
l lay back
rest my head
close my eyes
stretch my cold legs
darkness
sweet darkness
l dream
for just a minute
relief
a harp plays on abc
dark harp
so sweet
so soothing
l brush crumbs
to the floor
my order is different
where has the old order gone
set in my ways
crumbs are wrong
on the floor
there are no birds
to pick them up
a pressure
living in a box
so much to do
too close
closes eyes
sits in a field
breathes
tension releases
astral
l watch me
sitting
so much space
so quiet
no heater or cars
or children bouncing balls
the harp plays on
coffee has set in
lm awake
lm fed once again
will tomorrow be the same

DARK HEART.

Saturday, August 23, 2008


Dark Heart - A Poem about sexual child abuse, written by myself.
Current mood: sad
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dark Heart

Dark Heart,
ln this bright city tonight,
love on the doorstep,
things not so right,
they call it passion
they call it love
the power of this
ls just push and shove.
No more playing
No more fun
All her life is just riding on the gun.

Walking this sidewalk
As lonely as sin
Thinking 'bout the way
life might have been.
Taking the breath from one that trusted
Like farmyard tool lain waste and gone rusted.
No more playing
No more fun,
All her life is just riding on the gun.

She didnt look her profession
kept every stray cat guessin
fooled u in every avenue
she knew one day youd be in the que
No more playing
No more fun
All her life is just riding on the gun.

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