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To Kill a Metaphor

Seaward cliff
Spilling bath
Tangled nooses
Off the path

On the tracks
Driving fast
Cutting clean
Erase the past

Arcing strife
Drowned in snow
Shooting through
Poisoned woe

Dreamy pills
Shattered glass
At the peak
Of life’s impasse


19-May-2017

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Assailing Marine

The sea is calm and collected
A sparkling blanket of blue
But on the horizon looms a tempest
And the veil becomes choppy

Lightning strikes in the distance
Causing the tidal sheets to vacate
Like the cocking of a pistol
And the mouth of Poseidon opens wide

The wall of destruction approaches
Bowing to nothing, the terror
It bears an iron fist
And the great wave swallows

Nothing but darkness remains
With a swirling, watery chaos
A strange limbo surrounds
For a time, lacking direction

But suddenly the bath plug is pulled
And the liquid devastation dissipates
The trident returns to its cradle
And the storm subsides


08-Aug-2005

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How Do You Catch the Wind

As the wind carries the songs of liberty
a benign feeling embraces like a blanket,
affectionately caressing,
bringing elation in waves of acoustic delight.

A delicate stirring,
with anticipation of solace in its totality,
endeavouring to incite that sentiment,
that humbling ideal – deliverance.

The breath of the wind is alluring,
whispering the delights of majesty,
fashioning her life on adoration
at the apex of the choir’s mantra;
at the pinnacle of harmony.

And the swirling, windy bedlam cuddles
as she swiftly beckons for a closeness,
enticing as the eye of a storm,
whistling with angelic purity
and dissolving into the tranquillity of Elysium.

Enchanting the soul with fervent grace,
this paragon washes away the woes;
and with a tremulous lift of the breeze
she exposes her calling - her freedom.

And she finally eludes the muted grasp,
floating off into a sea of possibility
and eloping with a sense of fulfilment.
It makes you feel... loved.

Perhaps next time I’ll catch her.
Perhaps next time she’ll catch me.


Jul-2005

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The Angel's Lullaby

As the sun ascends with scintillating splendour,
her brilliance reveals a land of fortune.
Luscious ambiance caresses my soul
and the warm, chasing wind tickles my hair.

She embraces me with her celestial temperament,
giggling like she controls the hand of fate,
cuddling me with her majestic, white wings
as she waits for me to acquiesce with the seduction.

As I lay basking in her delicate adoration,
my gaze is lured in by twin marbles.
A reluctant curiosity is embodied within
and I see myself in their ethereal reflection -
like looking into a sentient mirror,
into the fields I am destined to sojourn.

They emanate a spiritual wisdom,
like deep pools of pure vigilance
disappearing into the canyons of her mind,
surrounded by aeons of effervescent gems
and shielded by a dark yellow ring - like a solar eclipse
floating in a calm, milky sea.

As fragile as butterfly wings she balances,
teetering in adulation like an elusive seesaw
swaying peacefully in the turbulent wind.
But a shimmer in her eye divulges her secret,
twinkling and delicate like a falling star
descending over a deep crimson blanket.

A shiver surges up my spine
and I slowly look up to meet her eyes
as she gently covers the light’s exodus
with a warm kiss goodnight.

The horizon slowly dims
and shadows wash the land for the last time
as she tenderly places my head on her chest,
forever left in the hue of the crescent moon.

And when that love song sets
all I can do is wait…
until the sun rises on a new day.


11-Apr-2006

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Waters of March

It's a hole in my heart, the shatter of glass
It's dark, it's the cold, it's the end of the class
The void in the stars, the crashing of cars
It's blood, it's night, it's the moon slaying stars

The tears of despair, like rain on the ice
An eruption of pain and the stabbing of lies
It's war, death, fear - it's the vacuum of hate
From a blizzard of stones to the desert of fate

It's the burning of dreams in a smiling black hole
It's the boot in my teeth and the knife through my soul
In a river of clouds, like blood in the rain
When the sword in your smile kills the hope of no pain


30-Apr-2012

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Birthday Jelly

Embrace the cheer of summer days
As sunshine hits your amber gaze
Treasures wait in caves of dreams
In distant lands with magic streams

Adventure day of birth's reprise
Fulfill imagination's skies
As sunset falls and rainbows pray
I hope you had an amazing and wonderful birthday!


08-Dec-2012

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In the Cool Evening Breeze

In the cool evening breeze							
when the light ripples precariously,
as a last glimmer from the solar trinket gracefully departs,
a gentle gust blows a delicate tingle like a sneeze;
like a butterfly tickling the air as it beats its wings.

It ascends with a slender shiver in the wind,
with a quiver of kisses and bubbles,
trembling with a ferocious whisper
and rippling away like the wispy tingle
on your lips from a fizzy drink.

And then a scent of dampness engulfs the air,
as fresh and fragile as morning dew,
and a sacrament reflected in the drops
induces a memory from laden ferns.

And ever so slowly,
as much a gaze would not notice,
the monsoons tenderly gather in
to mourn the setting of the sun
and to embrace its life and all its purity.


28-May-2007

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Happy Birthday, Lolly

As I lie in bed to the pouring rain
And the words just stare on the page refrain.
Every year they speak - every year appease
But this year they seem to laugh and tease.

How can words absolve all the absent time
That we've spent apart with a simple rhyme?
How did distance win? How did time grow old?
How do friendships last in the winter cold?

There was so much love and support and cheer;
In our uni days it was goon or beer.
But the strength we had and the endless fun
Still remain in our hearts, forever young.

And although we are old - we are also wise
Which, in time, will reveal a new sunrise.
So enjoy this day and this year and this you;
It's the only time you'll EVER be thirty two.


05-Jun-2016

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A Requiem of Broken Dreams

In a dark and barren wasteland, in a black hole of time,
a lonely man that wanders - sorrow eating up his mind.
On his shoulder, troubles weigh, crushing down his soul;
a backpack filled with shattered dreams - his anchor to this hole.

He drifts along his dried-up thoughts, once luscious sapphire streams,
inducing how he used to feel and how they used to gleam.
His tattered clothes and sullied hair caress the stale wind.
The sadness in his laden eyes will tell of how he’s sinned.

The crimson sky and dusty plain swallow the land around.
Beset by ghosts, he roams alone, and mocked by absent sound.
His feet are blistered from the days, the gifts of ancient fray.
This endless road will lead him there, to where his spirit lay.

Memories line the windswept path and tease him as they leer,
remind him of his wasted life and how it brought him here.
Dangling from his sickly gaze, the image of his fate
that purged the love from deep within, supplanted it with hate.

The shallow wind plays sordid tunes and chills his waken ears;
a requiem of broken dreams, a shadow drowned in tears.
A sleeping voice that softly bathes, it sings a subtle tease
like cancer charging up his spine, it hurls him to his knees.

He gazes high and weeps aloud - the twilight of his years.
A sullen mist discards all time - the shackles of his fears.
Billowed in that sharp abyss, the answers that he sought;
the desert in his laden mind is drunk on lonely thoughts.

As phantoms boldly circle in, marooned in silent crime,
his worn-out eyes come crashing down to drown in waves of time.
A pinprick through his agony dawns cataclysmic flares
and wrath consumes his inner haze - the desert simply stares.

A temper in the sulphur sky - the storm before the calm.
Chaos falls on acid tears - a maelstrom burns the sun.
Bedlam’s choir lines the path, carnage smiles down,
and bleeds a violent squall as the heavens softly drown.

A tender eye descends above to pierce the dense morass.
The twisted peace betrays the air to splay the limpid mass.
The writhing storm begins to choke, it grumbles and it shakes,
and beats a lonely melody until the tempest breaks.

The crumbling sky on darkness falls the shadow of decay.
Reflections in his raindrop eyes with lucid dreams to slay.
Along the road he’ll wander with the echoes of his scars
until he sleeps forevermore on clouds beyond the stars.


29-May-2015

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As the Angel Goes To Sleep

The sun hides its face
And the clouds watch idly by
While the moon begins its ascension
And the day dissolves to night

One last gust of wind
One last solar cheer
Before the angel sleeps
And twilight starts its year

Her pace quickens as she sees the end
And she illuminates the lamp behind
The darkness cannot take all
For the priestess of the moon is kind

And the confusion haze teases
For it knows what’s to be done
Now the clouds float on by
As giant mirrors for the sun

They tell of times past
And times that are yet to come
Their iridescent smile
Glowing coals around the sun

The wind forever brushes on
And the night has just to tell
But another mirror beckons
Elle est la lune, elle est très belle


15-Mar-2006