As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


The cat with three heads
Licking the rabbit
His darting eyes
And wavering tail
Quivering like a
Black snake in the grass

Monday, August 27, 2012

forget your petty crime

The fear captures my gaze
Like it wants to warn me
That I'm about to find myself
Lost amongst the light

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Pass The Parcel

I don't often like to explain where my poems, thoughts, ramblings come from. Usually the writing speaks for itself.

However this comes from a place I very rarely write from, anger and hurt and fear, fear of being let down when I invest myself, complete with heart and honesty. I guess my lesson has been with risk there is always the chance of let down

Wrapped up
Between sheets
Of paper
Are half told stories
And lies scrunched
Around denial
The stories
They tell themselves
Are passed from
One to another
Around in circles
But no-one unwraps
To the center
Where in the middle
Is the truth

Monday, August 20, 2012

For the boys

The water drinks in my shore
Crashing over my thoughts
Making my heart draw breath

Friday, August 17, 2012

the wind is in the pine tree

I bit on my quivering lip
Holding the ripple
In my mouth
Her wandering spirit
Engulfed by the flow
Fell in my hand
Like the failure
That slept under your skin
I hid with you
Under your covers
Wanting to live your dream

Friday, August 10, 2012

In a forgotten dream

Words spoken silently
To the dust
As my fear falls
I watch your flowers
Grow old

But I can't throw you away

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Man on a step

I hear Your ghost calling

It silences Me
You etch sadness into the night
Im done talking

I watch My words fill Your empty vessel
My tears turn into Your possession
And Your demon walks with us

My lungs will fill with
The scent of Your tired
Clothes that You once wore
But You are now gone

Friday, August 3, 2012

She'll be the Ocean

How sleepy dreams speak out your my dream kept me company

I swam in the backyard
Amongst her broken pots
As eucalyptus branches brush
The tin roof
You cup my wet face in
Your sadness
Promises soaked in love
Are pinned against the mud brick