Sauntering through the lie that lies within,seeing what is said unto all those things.Do I explain my thoughts?a painting? a photograph?overarching details, rippled in black ink.A convention that lingers in Imaginationsplendidly writing swathes across the page,with thoughts coursing and surfacingI listen for one more time.The other writers discuss discoursedipped and dappled,the torrential tumbling thinkingentwined, encapsulated…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
The beach
Dad said “it pays to be selective”as he urged us to another spot.The golden rays of sunshine arcing overheadbouncing off azure waves rolling,as we trod diligently on.“Here. Stop here” was urgently warbledbags dropped, towels whipped and placed,parents sunning themselves,Turning rosy red with hints of crimson burns.We kids, build castles in glorious sandwith towers high and…
Brainwashed
Ingratiate that part of yourself,Sell that bleeding battered soul.Remember they’re only trying to ‘help’To bring you into the fold.Be the silent ticking cog,Work in the grinding machineObfuscate reality into a smogMurder all your dreams.Listen repeatedly to their liesLaced with madness and the darkYour individuality has been compromisedAs they brand you with their mark.Politics making society…
Transphobia
It doesn’t matter they’ve had rights for yearsIt doesn’t matter that its a culture warIts just stoked up hatred with made up fearsIts right wing evil distilled and adored.Against the trans folk and now the gays,Homophobia, transphobia hand in handNothing really suitable to be displayedJust following the critical marching bandFunded by evangelical moneyWith their chinking…
Dark Whispers
Dark whispers subvert cranial thoughtsEchoing down dank passagesWebbed in silence.Until the uttering becomes a cacophonyLoud distorted, dire and deranged,A despotic, demonised, weaponised walingPoisoned pandemonium piercing the soul.It lances all that was ever goodPetrifying those golden times to stone.Depression is the medusa of mindThe coiled serpent crownHappiness destruction imbued withinDesecration boundThe eyes that seek to desolate,Turning…
Little brown parcel 2
I wonder what is insideWrapped in paper brown.A secret that seeks to hideSomething to dispel this frown. Could it be a trinket goldresplendent in an oaken box.Glinting in the sunlight boldAs I open the iron locks. Maybe its something heaven sentAn angelic form for you to see.A lyre that plays songs of reverenceWhen asked most…
Little brown parcel 1
I handed you my hopes and dreamsall wrapped up and bundled with string,contained in brown wrapping papersealed with love that eternally springs. I gave you all my innermost thoughtstreasured whimsy condensed inside.The scintilla of my absolute selfthat I usually seek to hide. I know you would look after ittreasure the deep unbridled connection.Gazing openly at…
What lies beneath
Under that mask you wear.Perfect porcelain paradedEntertained and entertainingPicture postcard –A snapshot view,A tissue of lies –Bound in truth.You utter hateDolled up in sequinsBlinding the masseshypnotised and believingThe dead cat storiesThat you slingThe insipid corruptionTo which you clingAnd still,they do not understandThat you’re the monsterThe grasping handWho takes away Rights,And mulches lawsThe insidious darknessWho should…
School Reunion
I used to miss my old friends,The sardonic humour soaked with beer,Speckled with sarcasm, insults loaded,Jovial, of course.Then we grow, older, apart, distant,Meeting every now and againReliving shared rose-tinted histories,Hazy and dusty with age.Retelling stories, engorged in distortions,All nodding and laughing,Hiding our joint indifference to one another.Piping up, hollering, even howlingAn unamusing pantomime performance,Comes to…
Quarry Climbing
Saturday was quarry exploring day.Parents were lied to, food chucked into backpacks.Down to Clayton Woods, through trees, over fenceClay path looking over a yawning pit,Surrounding it, narrow and exciting.All out gang dared each other to clamber,The quarry face thick with orange wet sludge,Spidering down, delving into the depths,Boots slipping, scuffing, scrabbling over sharp rocks.We rode…