There’s nothing about leaving children when parents drift apart.
Nothing about loosing children that walked into your heart.
Biologically not mine but I treat you as my own.
With seven of you together, I was never ever alone.
But for years I stood on the side line and let time pass us by.
Not realising the man you turned into and now im asking why.
Life took us in a different direction and we went our separate ways.
Yet through your little brother I’d hear your laugh, and your naughty little ways.
I’d still hear about all the things you did and I’d check in once or twice.
But nothing could prepare me for the news of your demise.
With heavy hearts and memories vast
That little boy you’ll stay
The one that walked into my home and heart
The one that got away
Life is full of targets to reach
many set by ourselves, wise we think
but it turns out to be very unwise
at the end of the day, our targets sink
Sometimes we're too full of ourselves
not realising how prone we are to fall
so very often it's a case of get up again
make sure you stand on your feet very tall
It is good not to set high standards
just little ones that are one small step
ones to look back on with satisfaction
makes you feel good with a deep-down grip
These little achievements create a glow
one that puts your perspective in flight
looking from afar, seeing the real truth
of what life's about in a clearer light
So make little goals your aim
in reaching them you'll feel better
then the thousand mark isn't too far
except when the king at 100 sends your letter
Holding the power of blue
The nobility thought noble
Peasant acceptance grew
Hypnotised and immobile
Violence in the Kush
For the truest blue ever seen
Not just any old push
But the ultramarine
An accident with blood
Gave us the Berliner Blau
Once where Prussia stood
And is Germany now
Taken on a blue plate
Not so appetising
Slows the heart rate
Without even realising
Introverted, honest and loyal
Calm and composed
Sometimes sensitive to spoil
And a stone heart exposed
i love you and you know i would do anything for
you and it kills me that i know you wouldn't do
the same for me.
you’re all i have
please don’t leave me
i hate you for this
i hate that you’re the only thing keeping me alive
when whether i’m alive or not
truly means nothing in your universe
that i yearn to be a part of
your universe;
that which i crave to be
the dark night sky that scares you when you’re alone
the stars you smile at because they’re so beautiful
the moon that make you feel safe under that same dark sky
i want you to need me
as much as i need you
realising i’m nothing more than another person to you
kills me
i want it to kill you
it’s killing me
i want you to need me
i need you to want me
not of my own accord, don’t flatter yourself
-we wake up every morning assuming there will be another one
-we make plans for next year as if it’s guaranteed
-we push our dreams into the future, believing they’ll be time
-but one day you won’t wake up.
-One day you’ll have to put off your dreams for the last time
-u would have told urself “next year” one too many times
-and there won’t be a next year
-what are you waiting for ?
-the promotion?
-the savings account to hit a certain number?
-some mythical moment when everything feels safe?
-here’s the truth:
-it will never feel safe
-you’ll never feel ready
-but life doesn’t wait
-it moves with or without you
-Are we what we do with time?
-or are we what time does to us?
-what we call the beginning is often the end
-and to make an end is to make a beginning
-the end is where we start from
-So go, book a flight
-quit the job
-write a book
-fall in love
-watch the sunrise from the top of the mountain
-because at 2 am when the world is quite,
-the only thing worse than failing,
-is realising u never tried
-after all no plant can grow without rain,
-and no man can grow without pain.
Dreams are real when we’re immersed therein,
with concepts offered being of no use
but ceasing to react to thought flow din,
bliss energised stillness becomes heart’s muse.
As in our dreams, likewise it is in life,
viewing body-mind as an interface,
outcomes any, we are always bliss rife,
releasing each sensation we embrace.
No object in view, bliss beats yet renew,
signalling that we are always complete,
that there are no puzzles we need to sew,
having surrendered desire at God’s feet.
Dear soul, dive into heart for a sneak peek,
realising we are he who we seek.
What it's like to grow up
From sleeping soundly to thousands of sleepless nights,
From laughing because u want to, to laughing to hide ur pain
From listening to music for fun to making it a way to relax to forget everything,
From watching the drama in shows to handling ur own life's drama
From having pure hearts to having broken one's
From fighting with ur siblings, to trying to put in an effort to even start a talk
From crying because u r physically hurt to crying because of mental pain
From thinking of forever happy to realising all these are just lies
From fighting with parents for toys to fighting with them for freedom
From loving urself to just trying to again love urself
From giving all ur attention to things that mattered to just giving up on them
From just letting urself do what u wanna do to just overthinking all ur actions
From not giving a damn about people's opinions to thinking about what people will say
From just wishing to grow up to dreaming of becoming a child again
Real love takes real sacrifice
What you have has to suffice
When you put your one first
You see them at their best and their worst
Above anyone and all else
Even if your own heart and desires melt
When you realise your sole purpose
Is to be of help and service
With the one you want to spend everyday with
In life and laid next to in death
I would take a bullet for them
Realising they are your diamond gem
Everything you have only one thing in pursuit
Never seconding guessing or dispute
Self sacrificing your own mental health
Time is more important than wealth
Physical health on the back burner
Always available to listen to her
There is only one chance at living
Being with one person is winning
Trusting and caring for your soulmate
It takes two to be great
Right in the middle of an ocean
You realise you're part of the life cycle
Staring right there at the big sun
The blinding light shuts down your IQ
The water seems to be overcoming you
Your saviour appears to be a big rock
Only if nightlight tales were true,
Then a shark's back wouldn't be a big shock
You wake up realising you slept the night
In a split second you feel something sharp
Of course your body is a shark's delight
It wouldn't care about all your crap.
By Michael faleti
G'day eclectic nation..From citys to outback stations, in the canefields and wheatbelts
Where the heat hugs , yet sweat cools you if
You move right.?
And you follow bush rules, in that searing light
To those dunking their akubra.' To Yalata where
They fixed my metal.. To those up on
The ridges and on bar stools settled, to the marchers who are moving, and the loosers
Who are ( booing ') who are realising the freedom, that so many sacrificed for and
Believed in ' I wish to you enlightennent ' and
To those displaced by designs not of benign intent, currently toughing it under
The shelter of tents.' I wish you strength
And health.' And a return to a better commonwealth.' Not one of crown and pomp and heraldry, yet one of mateship
For each man and woman who be, the holders of continuity..The rememberers
Of the best we can be..I am marching with
You all in spirit..And beleive no sky will limit, share a smile and hugs, pull up a rug.'
Australia day ( is here to stay ) God bless and guide all love i say.'
I checked the clock
It was past midnight
Two hours had passed without me realising it
And an hour weighs ten hours these
grim days
A fleeting happy moment
Something you want to catch
Like butteflies with blue arms
When you are a child
You gave it to me my dear friend
By sharing your poetry with me
You talked
I cheerly puffed my cigarette.
I yearn....thoughts toss in my mind snapshots of the past return
I want absolution, such I crave
An equilibrium before I’m in my grave
How can I best hold a true course?
I feel dammed by past misadventures
Wrong reactions made
That caused a barrier, that emotions cannot simply invade
The erroneous thoughts a lame tongue
There is much I would do and much I would make undone
And so I pick up the threads of prayer
Aware of many losses, how might I dare?
Alone Christ’s blood that judges me not
His truest love it can be my lot.
Beyond all mischief, despite all faults though great & untold,
He has endless vaults; his compassion is forever.
I’ll kneel awhile or on my mattress truly seek his side
To let his blood renew my all
Help me Jesus, please don’t let me fall.
©Joe Maverick 29th December 2025
Upon realising we are the Self,
in as the one appearing as many,
life continues to flow on by itself
but this knowing has now dropped the penny.
As to why we are here is a moot point,
which signals the rabbit hole goes in deep,
so until clear wisdom God does anoint,
we must await the next consciousness leap.
With each knowing that in our heart does dawn,
new peaks seem to appear for us to climb,
wherein our past dies and we are reborn,
even after we’ve transcended space-time.
Oh worthy hermit, rest not in applause ~
Animate attention, dwell in the pause
My favourite time in childhood
was pre-school as the only one
playing in my own little bedroom
with my toys and myself for fun
These days, I realised one thing
communication was a real defect
realising I had a stammer, so real
caused me trouble whoever I met
So I really loved life on my own
loving my own company O so sweet
learning to be content and happy
lying on the floor was my comfy seat
We had two cats and a dog
they were great friends for me
love to cuddle them in my arms
watch them run around so free
These days were special memories
ones that I look back with joy
it's amazing now at seventy-one plus
I wonder what I could say to that little boy
Oh hermit, there are no realms or domains,
they are but playgrounds for wayward ego,
since our true Self is free from all such chains,
recognised when all desires we let go.
All the manifest worlds are unreal,
created to fulfil ego’s desire,
where we reincarnate until we heal,
consigning lust to the funeral fire.
Contemplating thus in meditation,
always present in the eternal now,
bliss drenched heart in the void of cessation,
to remain focused on God is our vow.
Save coming undone, nothing need be done,
realising that God and we are one.
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