Ode To The Fallen Stars (the social outcasts)


the best part of the fall is the getting back up in life.
N we can

Live life each day till it makes you breathless
Fly with all your arms n legs … Let your whole being feel every breath of breeze Jump your body with the mind thought of a feather n skip rope with the wind
N don’t let yourself be blinkered by those in a race
Trust your own thoughts Your instinct n allow your own voice to see your words and embrace them. These are your songs like no others.
You don’t need gang mind mentality to see your voice speaks.
You only need Love n the only blinkers you ever need in this life is Trust.
If those in your life are honest In their love you don’t need to see them catch you If you fall The trust will see you through the falls throughout your life.
Love n Trust r the best friends you could ever have.

I You Me Us Them
seem like an ink stain
standing out of your head
thoughts struggle
like a drowning
all arms and legs

so deep in the see
you don’t notice
a thing that’s said

feel like an out strung
being strung up for dead
who cares
no matter if the night falls
…..only still
your wishing you would look
outside your head

See That Star all arms and legs
“Pathetic” you hear them claim
… its like an octopus
in shallow waters
left breathless
…….Like You?
with these thoughts in your head
cant seem to shake the urgent
to talk the need
cant find the words for want

but didn’t we all used to look
to the stain of the night
with luck locking heads
open
to that wish
on a fallen star
all arms and legs
breathless

we held out our hands
Didn’t we …
but none of us ever really caught the fall
n all those stars so shiny n all
Its not like “we didn’t see em” when they called

but … But but
has always been a good enough acceptable source of the use of sauce
how could we with our blinkers on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Moon Hustler


 

image we had secrets

that noone else knew about
we both shared vision
n even though our love
was of long distance
we were connected
we had something … Didn’t we, something “Special” just You n I …

or at least
thats what I thought
till i saw you
through someone else’s window one night

This Person!
She just hap to be my closest friend
Oh Moon
Oh Moon how could you

she told me “It felt like she had known you forever, you were always there to say goodnight”
n sometimes you would still be there in the morning light
she confessed to me it did make her feel “Special”
as though You were in waiting
to see she got home alright…
Like you really did care about her

n then she laughed ..a lil too loud n nervously and said “I suppose you think me rather silly. After all its just a moon. How could one even begin to think a moon has thoughts never alone feelings, It must be the change of seasons n tides that makes me talk such nonsense”

I never did tell her about You n I
I felt so betrayed
I have since learnt there are many many more all round the world whom you also make feel “Oh so Special”

I was warned, many a time as a young girl to be aware of the two faces, the Dark side n the Light
I never saw your dark side.

You mesmerise us all Moon, with your light. Your a hustler of the night
Using the suns flare as your disguise the stars bright lights Who can resist
anyone with just a romantic notion can be caught
as for those who have the poet running through their veins
their fate is sealed
like addicts gamblers of love

You Moon are The Dark Cold Hearted Dom of Cons
You hustle all night long Romancing the heart
The Ink for the pen
A Casino of the Night skies
You just sit in wait for that window of opportunity
Its our hearts our hope n faith of love that keeps the world spinning
The pen of writers
that keeps you alive

I keep my blinds closed now
but … I still feel your presence moon
Each night staring at the darkness of my blindfolded eyes
in wait

After The Rains

Image


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salt crusted white horizon
the surf of these scorching rust bloody reds rise
these giants the sand dunes
spills of time are moulded out of the suns furnace
across desert ground

this is my desert
this is where I lived
where i was born

after the rains

this is where my heart gave birth
as i lay on spinifex grasses
inside the earths egg
its inner shells thin blue skin, the sky
suddenly cracks open
a blinding light
letting the roaring voice of thunder in
Announcing
Your Heart Is Born

and across these rusty dry n bloody cracked grounds
littered with broken pieces of egg shell
the salty crystals of my tears
encrusted in the many shades of white, fall
my eyes bare witness to the explosion of vivid colours
after the rains
like a tapestry of fine needlepoint
grows the wild flowers
n overflows this desert cup
a holy grail of life

where water holes
are prayers answered
to the thirsty n lost
this sparse space is home
to survivalist creatures
species unheard of feathered n fur
scales of land n water habitat
silk spun hanging beneath the sun
a hammock for moon worshipers
all this n more
in a heart beat
this place
this desert
becomes both
the reborn n death

I carry this place in the palm of my hands
each finger tip
rings the very grain of my deserts life
filling my palms like the windswept ripples of the sands
their very lines connecting the earth to my life
time is telling in my hands
I carry this all in my heart
connected by the line in my palm
in this desert
I am

 

 

A Story in a Poem about Frank the Canary n Ginger the Pussycat


Singing In the Rain

up high in the tree
Frank looking dope in a suit of canary
sings
pussycat pussycat
what your game
your tail curls like a leaf on flame
before the quiet call of autumn falls
could Ginger be your name
it has to be you
your the only cat i knew
that dances in the rain
Frank fluffs up his feathers
n looks to the skies
“come fly with me to the moon” he sings
will dine n drink wine
do you like cheese
thats a lota teeth in that smile pussycat

look its starting to rain

you wouldn’t eat ole Frank now would you babe ?

Purr

wrapped in a fur coat
her ginger mane
blowing in the wind
she dances amongst the leaves that fall
spinning like ballerina
in a boa of yellow
all is a blur
as autumn calls her name
n all thats left
a yellow feather
and her tail
disappearing in the rain

 

 

 

 

Vincent


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a dark shadow
seeps deep into the eyes of the sunflowers
did you know they watched you
brush them
like the breath of life
onto canvas
and from the ring of the iris
the eyes of the crows
wept for you their black seed tears

you never did have to worry
about the whispers
between the walls
the ghosts that lingered
meant you no harm
Vincent

in a field
where the sun bloomed light
a thousand n one
eyes of the crows
captured by you
in a ring of fire
flowers the sun

 

There are Two I in Origami


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the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
rubbish
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
falling
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words

 

 

Ode To Fallen Stars


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seem like an ink stain
standing out of your head
thoughts struggle
like a drowning
all arms and legs

so deep in the see
you don’t notice
a thing that’s said

feel like an out strung
being strung up for dead
who cares
no matter if the night falls
only wishing you would look
out side your head

See That Star
all arms and legs
like an octopus
in shallow waters
left breathless
with these thoughts in your head
cant seem to shake the urgent
to talk the need
cant find the words for want
but we all used to look
to the stain of the night
with luck
locking heads

open
to
wish
on a fallen star
all arms and legs
breathless
we held out our hands