I’m looking for adored purple poet’s salvation
In the trees in the breeze indigo inspiration
Lost lavender love to cherry crushed infatuation
Red fire of desire burned left sterile vibration
Hear that song it use to mean a whole lot
Till Cupid came and I knew I was got
Tricked and trained like a pony a plot
Insane love game creating writer’s block
Random raspberry smells a lot like your hoody
I washed with my clothes for I’m such a goodie
Doing white wifey things with no ring so dingy
Taught better but not too clever head hard woody
Stupid is as stupid does
Last time I fall for love
Picnic
Button-ups and tablecloths
lay it down and see it through
Just when you thought it was said and done
He’s going hoody- over you
2012
Iyahs Dealing hammer blows..'
Un-leashing the sword; sore.'
Real truth is contagious.' Rainforest girl 'you never bore' we all once
Were kids.' Yet now adults
we stand.' Bosi, Hoody, Patterson,
Kryrstle, Larter, monica, Brighthope,
Hobart, We are rising outside
of all plans.' Born in freedom, raised up raw
Come on the Aussies.! We will always
give it more.' Some are from the city..Others are
From the bush, yet we've really
got our boots on And we are driving them up your
Touch'e
Its full of bankers and bunkers.' Tunnels are
Like holes in some cheese, it could well be
Emme-mental.? Or signs of a deeper disease?
Can i name it bunker nutrality.? Only if they don't play; in other regions politics.' Be they oh
So far away.' I get shivers just thinking.? Of
Whats on the map.? And whats being hidden
Do ever you think like that? Are you ok with
The clockworks.? Is tik-tok your scene.? Or
Do you smell a rat in the cheesefactory wow
That cannot be easily seen.' I've heard such
From Hoody.' And John Larter too.' I think it
Needs to be 'flushed out' now its over to all
Of youse.'
I saw you walk in with that grin you always wore.
with the hoody that you always gave me so I would be warm.
im cold now, freezing in the love that we always swore
breathless, tangled in what was from before
i feel the walls caving, what happened to the god above?
i feel my mind racing, gosh i feel stuck
they say addiction kills, am i finally dying
because when i look in the mirror, i see a girl lost from crying
you were my addiction, my weakest point
i thought losing you would completely break me
i guess i was right
lay me in the dirt, flowers over me
play something soft, something i used to sing.
because if addiction really kills, it'll happen to me
The irony of men’s life journey.
Man sees first light through the gap between his mother’s legs.
He spend most of his life trying to slip back into a gap.
The baby comes into this world wearing a hoody.
A doctor decides that the hoody must go, snip, snip.
The baby, the boy, the man, the old man’s head exposed
to the elements, except when entering the holy of holy’s.
Over eighty years have passed, time and fate has altered.
Gravity and age has shortened the height of ones stature
and added inches, feet and pounds to man’s girth.
Old age, has shrunk the length of the head of the family.
Old age, and all that that implies, leaves a negative impact.
As man looks down at the head of the family, the family jewels.
All he observes is sagging sacks and the hoody he lost as a baby.
B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd, 2025
Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.)
By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and
Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair
Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I
Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan
Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit is poking fun..' Ian Pilmer is having none.' Johnny Stapleton either none.' of your lying.' Soon
The whole world 'will awaken' and your power will be taken'
You are a cowardly bully.' Big bad and bulky.' Big brother
You are fading.' You spawn of dark pagans, society is
Breaking; now all your instigating.' Evil will be turned back on to you.' This is inevitable, and its so true.'
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Paranoia, hysteria
the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule
curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood
but i
etch triple sevens off sixes
hit the jackpot off my last nickel and laugh
cause happiness is made not given and i profit off the pain
why would i dance with the devil when i can dance through the rain
Sundays i go to temples built with skulls that gossip through their souls from hell
and the preacher wont let me off this noose
sit and stare at devils in slain angel skin on pulpits
i have to go to lonely hills to praise God
and i can't find God, God finds me
and even there the devils dressed in a hoody in a mini van with tinted windows and camera lenses
i took love there once and she got goosebumps off the lucy in the air
so we dashed off to a rendezvous and made love
love transcended us to a place where time doesn't exist and they don't either
we played Bon Iver
talked of times when times were quieter
sometimes with a bud and a lighter
old fashion mimosa and i recite her
a poem
on the rooftop over the city we use call home
Hi'ya Mel g'day n such.' i tip me Akubra mate; you've achieved so bloody much.!
An I'm looking at Hoody; at the legend that he's forged.'
Along with 'our Jhonny'
They've fought battles right across the board.' Or should
That be bored??
Just a nod to the polo's that lil blip.. In me text.' Yet lets drop
Those normies.'
For whats up next! A feature its beckoning.' A movie of
Real men.'
Well wada'ya reckon Gibbo.? I'd say its just all about when?
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
It is too cold for bat flights around the moon
but I take the trip anyway,
the jar of moonshine was crazy strong.
When this year topples into the next,
time will find me in a crowded stadium
my back turned from the game in disgust,
or maybe I will be crouched
like a comic book gargoyle on the top of my TV
watching pockets of insanity
explode like grenades
on a plasma screen dream.
If I am able to write without crushing my fingers
I will try to describe the roving bands of reapers
and their scythes;
how those kindly terminators ended
the fun-house peep show,
how also behind those hoody figures
hordes of blank-eyes city workers
dutifully moped up the spill, as if spilled brains
were as hazardous as banana skins.
I'm younger than I look but big
a food desert will get you large
but not in a good way.
I'm fair for a black boy
but the hoody hides my race
into just a blur of ethnicity.
I could be a kid or a malignant killer.
I am 11 years older
than nothing at all.
I took the bus to school,
got myself into a fight.
Now I am on this street
playing with a gun -
it shoots water.
When the cruiser pulled up
next to me
the muzzle was pointing
waving its way.
A cop was shouting
he seemed scared.
I was just staring.
Now I’m dying
a bullet in my chest
burning another hole
through Chicago.
In the heat we burn for Pepsi
dangle feet from crick docks
Traipse with garage ice
to cheap motels,
watch a tv that's chained to a wall,
go home thinner then we came.
Poor possessions, pay-checked and broke
by Monday. Trailer bred,
no stock, just scrawny chickens,
free range ornery strays,
front yards overgrown
with ever grounded flamingo's.
In the cold we work on beat-up trucks
hoody-up, slap oily knuckles together
patch-up holes in our walls.
Go tree coons, play around
separate, divorce, but never leave.
Break open bar fight bottles,
chug-a-lug through the night
by a space heater’s eerie light.
We are not your kind,
we got a right to be low,
slow to show our sickness
our nearness to workaday dirt.
You who drive by radios in your head
masking your hollow conditions,
you keep on down that dusty road
go find your own damn
tumbleweed roots.
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