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I think of you alot
Its odd
Wondering about you God
Where have you gone?
Humanity Lacks
Why did you go?
Bro...
Are you coming back?
This existence abysmal
Faith at a minimal
Basically Residual
My questions run consistently
Collectively continual
Do you care for us somewhere?
My paternal father wasn't there
An absence that is hard to bear
Life is hard
Your son was martyred
This makes belief just that much harder
Sacrifices demanded in blood
Cut a vein and let it flood
I'd understand you if I could
This place is hell...I'm trying to be good...

humanity, we're losing it

I dedicate this to all victims of war, specifically UKRAINE, The newest victim.



humanity where are we?
in full gear, fully armed
we are on the war path
and directly heading to be damned
Kyiv a city of beauty and light
accosted by the atrocities
of what is wrong and unjust

have we gone berserk
have we lost our minds?
have we embraced the dark
and forget there is light?
oh what an excuse, imperialist
here and there:
making the rich live in decadence
while the poor and wretched live lower than dirt?

you have forgotten
this day has been prophesied
it has been written and destined
alas, the eighty percent in jubilation
thinking it is their redemption
perhaps, it is..

but oh no, this is the mark
the progression of the "haves"
at the expense of the have "nots"
sure, laugh at me, I face your contempt
it is my fault for not standing up
as you remain silent to my pleas

the time has come
let us face and dance
your God and my God,
is one and the same

but my right to live,
my freedom,
doesn't make any difference
we're all born naked
and back to dust no more no less
one and the same..rotten
and when dead
buried in the same dirt.





Thanks all for reading andor commenting.

I’m right here where you left me
A sinking heart full of holes
Who can go on like this forever
Floods rise in a swollen river

How much will life rise then fall
A brief delirious moment in time
When life was only a top chart song
And forever never lasted that long

I must look outside of my own fear
Beyond where my eyes can see
The future lying down the road
So much now the pace has slowed

Your loss is deeper than a black hole
Where nothing can hope to escape
What can bring back such pleasure
Fulfilling life with abundant measure

So now please I just want to weep
For what was lost and go to sleep
Only after this deepest sorrow
Will I believe again in tomorrow

Pardon me for sharing my greatest pain
Washing away the sorrow in my soul
For truly when the flood of tears do fall
When life feels like we have lost it all

When at last this peace will come
Life does rise again from within
I will remember you one sunny day
A rainbow above the darkened grey

A thousand islands in the sea

I am an island, all on my own,
Eroded by the oceans foam,
God’s heaven temporarily on loan,
Like a grazing sheep, free to roam.

A thousand islands in the sea,
A plethora of souls isolated like me,
I am a chronicler of my times that’s been,
And some of these things my eyes have seen.

I find you in the mornings,
Like honey from the sun,
Rays shining through the blinds
Will fate today opt to be cruel or kind?

You whisper sweet reveries, of times you have seen,
And use subtle tricks to ascertain which way I will lean,
Insidious mind games, you plot to win,
Permutations of loss, loss through the wages of sin.

I am an island,
Destined to stand alone,
Aloof from the continent of fellow men,
But on the island is the ever moving scribe’s pen

So should you find me in the orchards in May,
And not having anything with my voice to say,
My words will be recorded in all its various stages,
As Bukowski said “Man’s soul or lack of it will be evident by what he can carve on a blank page”.

The souls of my comrades cried out with mine
beneath white stones, line after line
Our hard fought democracy was crumbling away
Rivulets of blood encircled the earth once again.

Our voices were mingling with man,s struggles above.
Souls, no longer at rest, angry and torn.
How dare leaders make nothing of history and deaths,
fought with such blind obedience and now they mock.

The winds are changing around the world
Each country had it,s own hurricane of turmoil
I could hear the voices from long ago
Surfacing and shouting "It,s time to go"

This would be a collective march
from us, and those living above
We would shout together against tyrannical rule,
And die, not from obedience, but that we should

I doubted a change could occur
without more blood spilling
Seeping below.

Damned by alcohol, our convict forebears;
Put a pub on ev'ry corner of old Newtown,
A night in Newtown - nothing compares -
(This suburb by its pubs, still has renown);-
Places for daydreams, and for quick affairs -
They are not formal - you don't need a ballgown;-
I can count at least five, or six, or seven;-
For drinkers, this is a kind of "God sent" heaven*.

This night a young man finds himself adrift,
In a big city - Sydney (to be exact);-
And from his mountain home - there is a rift;-
From what's familiar - he can't re-enact.
His former life - how reality does shift!,
Place and Time, and Time and Place react;-
So as to produce a strange perplexity;-
City life in all of its complexity.

A young man finds himself, at age eighteen,
In Newtown, in the dirty inner city.
A strange place, where things aren't as they seem;
(For a country lad, much more's the pity;-
In some ways knowing - although far too naive);-
So I must continue my poetic ditty,-
(By a ditty - I only mean these stanzas;-
Not the whole of life's extravaganzas).

My Newtown, (jaded Newtown) - an old whore;-
A faded jaded lady, down at heel,**
What you first see, you see, then so much more;
(Tonight reveals the bums, and the genteel);
Where students, derelicts, and junkies score;-
(She cloaks herself in night - so to reveal);-
Innocents find a fantasmagoria;-
If she had a ladies name - it be Gloria.

King Street winds, in serpentine complexity;
Like a river, down into St Peters;
Here you find every type of humanity,
From the wealthy, down to the Metho drinkers;***
Dulls the senses, of the night's black vanity;
A brilliant jewel, is to what this verse refers;
Australians, and other Nationalities,-
Into this melting pot now find finality?

The Beatles, and of Lucy's Sky with Diamonds;-
And how, at times, things seem like plasticine,
Trees, and palm trees, with their dark black fronds;
Lurched up before us like figures of glacine;
And paraded on the streets - the demimonde;
To Erskineville, we walked a dark ravine;
Through night's brocade - in all its strange regalia;-
To the bosom of the Rose of Australia.

Still, things seemed like an oddity we dreamed,
In this hotel Steve^, and I bought schooners,*****
The trip had not worn off (or so it seemed);
Overhead the full moon, white and lunar;
Silvery moonlight down upon us streamed;
I then wished I had finished my beer sooner;
As all about me patron's skeletons;
Were seen bereft of their clothe's curtains.******

It's not surprising, then, we fled the hotel,
And walked along the molten plastic streets;
Through Alexandria^^ - factories, and hovels;
Then, suddenly, the rain fell down in sheets;-
Before subsiding to a gentle drizzle;
Then we found ourselves on Boundary Street;
I said to Steve "I need to take a piss"
Beneath a street light - diamonds from my d*ck!

In this strange way, our trip came to an end;
(I think we walked back, but I can't recall);
"All's well, that ends well" ^^^- I can recommend;
You take a trip, or take one not at all;
Please yourself; although never do pretend;
That you have seen what I have seen - don't enthrall;-
Or guild your memories, with pretense false;-
Be honest now, and honest with your self.



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peggy sue.. got blue
as her man
he ran away
and left her
with a cabin full of bills

It's true.. she knew
that he'd up
and leave one day
and she slept
beneath a bottle
full of pills

and this bottle
eased her pain
bouncy castle's
for her brain

and she worked
her fingers
to the bone..

.. and the only friend
she had
was bein'
alone..



peggy sue.. like you
had dreams and plans
and schemes
voted
most likely
to rule the world

she tried..
and cried..
and cried and tried
some more
as the years
got caught by winds
and were unfurled

there's a hole
in mamma's brain
where all the pain goes
and that is life
and life is hard
I suppose
.
big dogs
do have big ears
its the same
with blood and tears
sweet bones
dont last too long
on broken rodeos

peggy sue
died too
in the fall of 85
after serving
in her own
domestic war

and bottle was put away
and her kids
went seperate ways
to a place called
god knows where

with god knows who

Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking.

Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.

But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.

Lookin into the eyes of a man thats deceitful, walkin amongst the dead, this the land of evil, for the things i did i condemed me people, on my knees every night prayin that they piecefull.. pop pills drink liqour father save my soul, life full of sin, wanna make it right before the day that im cold, and the day that im gone, just help my moms and my fam to stay strong, and the worst part of dyin is bein alone!!

Let us imbibe together
And toast our victory
Our preference is champagne

Raise them high to Heaven
Defiance we shall shout
We will not bow down

Tomorrow brings what it may
Let all take heed and ware
For never shall we care