Sway with me...

I’m in a matter of unrest
fighting an ocean, with wave upon wave of unjustness
treading water in silent protest
I need freedom from my found commotion
I cant be the only one, I may not take your hand for shame
but reach out for it, as I need you..



So you recon you can pigeon hole me? Placed on that marked space,
upon a shelf, labelled, secluded..
what thoughts of me have led you to believe it be true
you cant fence me in or hold me down
and your attempts to are laughable right now
I am me and you are you, and that’s all we need to know to be true.


The earth was once still and silent, she misses it…

Your name fits so well with mine
an entanglement truly sublime
the scent of your body the heave of your chest
and what i long for lies under your breast
lend it to me and i will treat it so well
be it that i don't please you may i go straight to hell

Flaneur of Sydney

Its hot and sweaty, well it is where I’m situated, alone top story of a Japanese, authentic I might add, cuisine. Surrounded by different demographics and skin tone, yet I’m surprisingly relaxed with a sense of belonging, might have to do with the hand full of beers and wines that I was able to swipe from the 7 magazine opening, at times it feels like the only reason I go to openings these days are for free booze and a wagged saunter amongst the pretence and snide, with that aside its back to my loneliness, I should have been dining with a lovely vegetarian but after sitting and dismissing restaurant after restaurant it felt easier to leave her at the sidewalk as she sneezed, like the creature I am I disappeared into the night. So I find myself here alone more alone than dynamics would have you believe, and a creeping sensation of danger catches me unawares like a brush of the back of my head, ‘who’s there?!’ oh that’s right no one, lets hurry up and start enjoying ourselves… the misleading chatter of the other patrons resembles boystrosities as I can understand a word of what anyone is saying, I even order my food not having a clue what any of what it will be, food is food the waiter nods and smiles nods and smiles backs off to leave, “wait! And saki lots of saki” nods and smiles nods and smiles almost all the way out the room. Being the only white fella in the entire establishment the language barrier makes me laugh to myself. I had a pretty smashing day today, met two standout people that as many people tend to do left a mark on me, one of which, tends to happen quite frequently made me find a way to fall in love with them without trying at all…

I think we should see other people

Is it me that you lust for or just he who has more to offer, I could give you the rope to tie to my heart, that you would yank and pull for your own selfish needs, can’t you see how I bleed, what are you doing you crazy bitch, you leave me no soul left to stitch, up to these shoes that we drag while we walk down cold dark lanes, empty unforgiving... like you. As you grow weak I grow strong and when you give up I will move on…

For far too long I tended that garden with soft subtle hands, bayed to be broken and grazed with toil and frustration. I scream to the sky why won’t you die…

They call it my Esoteric INQUISITIVEness

We are never tired if we can see far enough to keep us busy, occupied at this moment in time I am still torn, not a considerable amount; the fog has lifted to a gentle haze though I’m still easily distracted.

I saw him for a second time today, leaving the house with his mother for the daily outing, his dress was smartly casual with his polo shirt tucked neatly into his jeans with a brown leather belt, as he walked through the front gate he fixed his hat atop his head and scurried down the street toward the station, the direction that his mother had already began walking, I was left unnoticed as if a shadow from an over hanging tree in the neighbours’ garden, once again alone.

My dog and I holler and howl oblivious to the amount of noise, we together are able to generate, until the boy next door started to join in with our skinning of the cats, I was enthralled. When I reside in my room I keep my window open to prop myself half in and out as if to have agoraphobia and claustrophobia all at once.

I gaze skywards mesmerized, by a flashing light atop a radio tower, that to me vaguely resembles the Eiffel tower. On this occasion in/out my window, the boy next door was doing the same thing, I immediately become nervous, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to notice me or not, but deep down I was desperate for the acknowledgment of my existence with a smile a glance anything. He just carried on singing and yelling "I’m going to Vicros, take me to Vicros." No idea where that is but I would go and I would hold his hand the entire way there. This was the second time I had ever heard him vocalize anything that I could understand, the first time I was shocked and had to lean out my window to see it for my own eyes. "I hate Christmas" the reason for my shock wasn't because he was 19 and finally yelling coherent sentences even if they didn't sometimes make sense, it was what he said that first time "I hate Christmas!" It was Christmas time 3 days before in-fact, the previous Christmases were painful to say the least so I didn't like this ones chances so I would continually state my distaste for the fact that "I hate Christmas" so was he mocking me? It would have been unlikely that he shared my views.........none the less I touched him........somehow.