Reality Living

Fair play

Have a go

Outward

Civilised

Great freedom

Pretentious

And arrogant

Attack the tall poppies

Break their ideas

Rebellious

Take the piss

Have a laugh

Mateship

People of the suburbs

Dream homes

City dwellers

Family

And sticking with ya mates

Gamble from the pure

The little man matters

The Aussie battler

Who works for what you get

White

Wife beater

No pride

Or tradition

No character to provke

Enthusiasm

Ciggarette in hand

Sensation loving

Cravings for the new

Black hater

Yellow hater

Gay hater

Self hater

But we are not all haters

We see

We feel

We engage

We respect

We honour

We endure

We live

We experience

We embrace

We carry hearts

We love

where planes land

i falter in the faltering of my heart

and you gather the flecks of me

that break and float

tucking me down into your pocket

Nanna

This weekend I was able to spend some time with my beautiful grandmother Thelma Martin. I am so fortunate to have known and loved both of my grandmothers who have both showered me with love and joy. Nanna, thank you for always loving and having time for me, thanks for inspiring and stirring the words in my heart

The plump in her face fallen

The light in her eyes cast

The knowing in her mind forgotten

The everything fading toward memory

The love now becomes her living

Lovers love

He caresses her soul surrounded by light
He listens for the break of her silence
Moments of nothing bend, weaving into the sky
She clutches onto his unloved heart
She feels his pain as tears finally break
Fear intertwined amongst their love
Low rhythms of thumping keep beat in their bodies
The music between hatred and love
Swaying clouds hang from strings in their sky
As colours touching, fracture and fade
Not knowing that beauty will follow
Drowning sadness with divine love
Night turns to day with the birth of first light
Love emerges from their depths to kiss the new sky

Straight and Tall

Their steps felt above
Water leaks
The breeze gets between the sheets
We catch the sun
Look toward the moon
Alight the flame
Inhale the night

Medley

I will not be told
Controlled
Involved
I will not revolve
My heart around
Your imploding soul
That hurts you
That tells you
To take what's true
You won't trap me
In the dark
Of your darkness
In your being
That sees only hurt
And pain to pain me
You will walk from me
On your road to glory
The glory of not taking
My heart
The heart that's taken
Taken but free

mind your step

I crave for the craving that craves for you
I ache for the aching that aches for you
I want for the wanting that wants for you
I grieve for the grief that grieves for you
I desire the desiring that desires for you
I fall for the falling that falls for you
I love for the love that loves for you
I crave for the desire
I ache for the fall
I want for the grief

I love