Friday, December 4, 2009

Don't lie

You say

you got to powder

your nose

but the powder

is cocaine

I see traces on your clothes

at least that is

what LN said

now

30 years later

it's viagra and ice

you say

you're going to

see a friend in need

who's feeling down

but you're heading

for the cheating

side of town

at least that's

what the eagles said

now it's vampires

and God knows what

you say

you're a credit to your gender

you can do 5 a night

at least that's what

LR said

now 30 years later

you had trans

gender surgery

you're a forgery

you take as many

as you like

except no one

comes

to give you any

you say

where does all this

leave us

and it is

a good question.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Word

From the beginning

as we know it

the word was

and is God

and even if the word

is not God

God is the word

from before the beginning

if you can not see this

you are blind indeed

if you see God the word

only in miracles

and extraordinary events

you are blind indeed

see it in the flapping

wings of a dragonfly

hovering above the water

hear it in a child

crying for its mother

perceive it in a fisherman

mending a net

God is the word

was the word

and will forever

be the word

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

If You Were

the wind
I wouldn't resist you
the rain
I'd soak you up and drink you in

the sun
I'd let you tan my skin
the static in my hair
hey I wouldn't care"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Ghostly

Dead-She Appeared Ghostly



He awoke in the middle of the night

to see this thin figure of a woman

in the moonlit archway of the hallway

just sort of hover out of sight

startled he got up to search the house

for an intruder

but all the doors and windows

were locked

he couldn't sleep

but never saw her again

this apparition haunts him

to this day

for it is the exact time

his mother died.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Der Staub

Der Staub

fliegt ueber das land

weil ehr keine ahnung hat

wo ehr sich legen soll

der Staub

kennt keine krenzen

hat kein gefuehl

kennt dich auch nicht

aber du musst niesen

The Dust

flies over the land

as he has no idea

where he should lie down

The Dust

knows no boundaries

has no feeling

doesn't know you personally

but you have to sneeze

Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Delirium

The way you make me feel

when I get lost in your eyes

is better than heroin and speed

the way you make me tremble

when you touch me gently

in all the right places

is better than mountains of gold

the way you love me

when love is the only thing needed

can only mean that

you are my delirium

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Be true to yourself

What is true at six
is true at twelve
is true at 25
is still true at 60
so find your inner child
to dream and fly
with who you
raelly are.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Nearly Dreaming

On your way to sleep

you drift along

an endless corridoor

with many doors

each door wants you

to enter

all are attractive

and offer different

avenues of sleep

you choose a door

and at times

just before you go in

you fall down a hole

but never, ever do you

hit bottom, some say

that when you do

you die, but

you end up back in the corridoor

drifting past more doors

this time you make it in

and the dream begins

no

has already begun.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Beginnings

If you're rich and famous

you could be excused for

having tickets on yourself

you get accustomed to a certain lifestyle

and eventually you forget

that you started as a seed.

Empires rise and fall and

at their height where kings rule

and riches are stored to collect the dust

from the ground bones of slaves and servants

it is easy to forget that

from the dust you were created.

To be honest it matters not

how high you rise

nor what riches you accumulate

be they material or intellectual

what matters is that you be

humble from the beginning.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

0733 Saturday

The rest of my world
twitches and dreams
whilst I think through the day
and the approaching fog bank
heralds a wet morning
Today? Finish some quotes
assemble the gear
to cut some firewood
to keep us all warm
there's something soothing
about the sound of a chainsaw
or is that just knowing
that this work will
let you enjoy
the fruits of your labour
everyone loves to stare
into the fire
through the glass door
of the fireplace
as if that were safe
what is it that attracts us
to stare like that
some ancient survival instinct
or the sheer art
in the dancing of the flame
or the beauty of your lover
in the firelight
I walk outside
the thick fog
is quite wet on
my face
as I pick up the axe
the steel wedges
and log splitter
the fuel, chain and bar oil
spare chains and
two stihl chainsaws
I go back in to finish
my coffee and this poem
when it begins to rain
and the wind howls
oh well, maybe later
it will all become clear.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Temptation

Comes to us all
more than we care to admit
it's how we respond to it that matters
can you recall us as young parents
we were at some evening function at school
and afterwards at supper
were talking about our children's needs
their personality traits
how they got them
strengths and weaknesses
dominant genes from whose side
and how we were leaning
against each other
on that yellow post
outside the library
shoulders and hips touching
eye contact for far too long
just think of the consequence
if we just followed our instinct
we are both still married
with good honest partners
and beautifully grown up
and well adjusted children
thank God we've been saved
thank God for self control

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Not Without Your Love

Like summer rain you wash my thoughts clean
I am so free because you allow me to be
I stand beside you and you don't belittle me
nothing is trivial and secrets remain secret

Your love changes everything
it is a free gift for me
no matter what I do
I could never be without your love

Like a lovesong you take me higher
you give me great comfort, hope when I fall
you are aloof but never cold
in my darkest hour you pick me up, set me free

Your love changes all things
your love is sufficient for me
no matter what I do
without your love I could never be

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Them Boots

Them boots were made for walking
until they melted in the heat
now I'm walking barefoot in the street

Them boots were made for stomping
until the dancefloor disappeared
now there are blisters on the souls of my feet

Them boots were made for kicking
until I couldn't kick no more
now I'm at the bottom of the ocean floor

Frivolously Deep

The mother thought
of father's good intention
in the sisters' mind
that the uncle mentioned
is the cousins intuition
of the aunty's insinuation

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Simple playing field

Mosquito sucks your blood
freshly pierced ear gets infected
pepper dust brings tears
you sneeze three times
sinuses play havock
joints ache like you
got Ross River Fever
more likely Arthur Itis
earache indicates a weather change
ants carry eggs to higher ground
childrens' behaviour is ratty
there's static in the air
why's the traffic so loud today?
You wake up sweaty in the middle of the night
to the sound of thunder and torrential rain
shellbacks are annoying when you
weed the garden in the sring
sandflies make you shiver
larvea growing in the rainwater drum
frogs indicate the beginning of the wet season
mosqito sucks your blood

Monday, April 20, 2009

Angel in a Helicopter

I am playing ping pong with an angel
who rescued me from an axeman
I was sitting on a lamp post
crooning the blues
on my harmonica
Joe ballooned the bourbon
down below in the shadows
of his own imagination
whilst writing obscure lyricks
along visionary lines
when this axe man surfaced
from out of nowhere somehow
hacked into my lamp post
to decappetate the monster he only saw
but an angel in a helicopter
came to rescue me

Sunday, April 19, 2009

You Found Me

I wasn't really looking
just doing my own thing
but you knew who I was turning into
and the direction of my life
I wasn't really searching
didn't really care
but you knew how to find me
you spoke into my heart
poked me prodded me
rekindled the eternal spark
a long time ago
you found me

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dark Side Beckons

Exitement awaits you
beyond your wildest imagination
to satisfy the lust of your wildest dreams
every sexual fantasy will be fulfilled
just let it all go
and folow me
quench my desire
drink snort shoot up
hell awaits you with open arms
as for me - I don't think so
I follow Jesus
am assured a place in heaven

Monday, April 13, 2009

She

Ever beside me
ever inside me
and when she's gone

I'll remember her
shifting restless in her seat
twitching her feet
sometimes in a mini skirt
sometimes in nothing at all
but a warmth
that only a soulmate
can give
fills my whole world
and when I'm gone

she'll still be
ever beside me
ever inside me

Paintball

Colour splatters
painfully on
rented overalls
adreneline rushes
as you aim for your
friends with
benevolent
intentions
this is where
war is fun
oddly enough

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Fine Flags Fall

Like totems of an ancient land
where the summit conquers all
as the scales of justice
struggle to keep the status quo
the anvil of anger wages war thoughts
in an uneasy mood where
angst is marrooned on mossy memories
and London bridge lingers lower
but falls like in a fairy tale
in the confusion of the G 20 unrest.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Lithium

Craniel inbalance
chemicals fuse
refuse to
function properly
sense makes
no sense
until
all is
lithium

IS NOT ART ?

What is art?

morphing metaphorical lunacy

cutting edge psycho experimentation

cross gender, intra gender, straight, gay extrapolation

an excuse to be silly, let go

do whatever with whoever

about whatever or nothing whatsoever

what is art

a practical skill, organized

perceived beauty other than natural

manipulation of performance skills

trivium quadrivium

smoke and mirrors

contrived crafty conduct

what is art

you art, we art

thou art is not art

Monday, March 16, 2009

Rosenstrasse

Headstones pave the horizon
on an ally of blood stained glass windows
down memory lane into the distant past
the reality of a jewish name
dimly lights the narrow path
to surviving for long at all
in the Rosenstrasse zwinger bay
Aryan genes are strong in the wives of the men
resillient beyond the headstones
on the horizon
the notion of the perfect race
failed in its perception
for to what do you compare perfection
when in your blood you know
where you're about to go
onto a train and into oblivion
where you have a shattered glass
slither of a chance
of seeing the next spring.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Fiction depicts

Fiction depicts
reality better
than reality
depicts fiction
reality is too
unbelievable
at times
but the tools
of fiction
makes it more
believable