Off with the birdies

Your streets, my streets, our streets.

No sweets on the streets,

no sugar for my arm, yeah

I be beat,

fall down in a heap

so low,

not much further you could go

Eyes of a needle stick,

A gash wound whore that would make you sick

once smooth skin knees,

now battered and bleed

so low,

not much further you could go

A face with that could steal a look,

from the hardest of crooks

when will we find our ease of mind,

from the longest war known to man kind

so disheveled and at unrest,

they tell us that they will try their best

As we grow just to gain

a generation of desensitized main,

I still want you so bad,

to go back to the life you once had

Im all used up on this constant come down.

Do people ever change or just circumstance?

They call it aimless wondering

At mistress point, the Olympic size swimming pool sparkles in the luminous sunshine, peacefully content with the notion that everything is at your finger tips, such as that infamous Luna Park and its continually dwindling number of rides, yet she remains, as a legacy to the shore front. The water crystal clear sings you a silent song of seduction, as if a siren is luring you in to her clutches, a glance over my shoulder stretches the ominous coat hanger, which stands with strength and honour. I sip a beer as a piece of cargo on the docks awaiting my chariot the ferry to escort me home. Before I step away my attention is drawn back to the summer fun that’s almost testable on the warm sweet breeze of the afternoon, boisterous boys swap stories of shenanigans.

Guerilla Greetings'

I put it to you, out there, which of the two options I give you fills you more with contempt 1. To many to even count, trees murdered for the needs of a greeting card, a card in which has been composed with someone else in mind and has nothing to do with you or its recipient, purely made for the profit of the corporation, the card is then appreciated for the appropriate time of, on average one day then tossed aside to join its many other friends in your local land fill (recycling can occur, but you would be surprised how many people feel if recycled their privacy will be evaded), or 2. A warm and loving hug, kiss, nostrils filled with the familiar sent of a loved one, a hand made token of appreciation, be it shit “it’s the thought that counts”- mind over useless matter.
Results are a landslide! So think about it for that next birthday, farewell, get well soon or congratulations for that special someone, and your standing there staring at the vast array of choices you might come across one with a very different message, or if you’re the type of person to rush in and out with what you thought was a grab at an estimated good choice, only to get it home and realise that no your 25 year old mate is not in fact “5 today” and may not appreciate the badge, this is especially for you… a card with some good free advice.

“You can do better than this, put this card back, go home and make one yourself that way it’s from the heart, or better yet a hug would suffice”

Off with the birdies

The torture of being born a virus

Enriching in life, that of a sapling

To grow to something so vast,

And taken for granted, as a ream of paper,

Cheep death, in the hands of the dense.

I’m everything you wish you could be,

And nothing I feel I should

She's Insecure

You believe you look so good

as any normal person should

yet you seem to, oh so care

when I linger upon my stare

are you still so very proud?

that you stand out from the crowd

to be in every eyes sights

upon this apparent fateful night

could it be your hat?

or the slipping of that strap?

a bead of sweat and bated breath

the significant heaving of your chest

oh what a woe

that she must go.

She could have been the woman of my dreams, instead feelings of insecurities tore her from my gaze, damn the process that goes through your head, when a seed of doubt is planted.