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The fake,
The hollow fake;
The Impostor.

The one-dimensional one;-
Shallow as a wading pool.

The empty vessel.

The one, who puts on another's robes;
But who, underneath, is just a monkey.

The one who wishes,
To turn the freely given;
To a profit.

The one, with no discernible talent;
Will be exposed.

Beware, the anti-plagiarism software;
Beware, the originals, on my USB.

Beware, the original Time and Date Stamps;
Beware, the CS Copyright Warning.

Beware!



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The World calls her a slut;-
In reality, she's a High Priestess.
Not seeking the World's riches
She burns as she finds.

The World calls him a player
In reality, he is a man on the Road.
Being made Whole
By the kindness of a stranger.

What the common people think
Means nothing to their Quest.

It is only kindness and understanding
That brings them together.

A Circle is being made complete.

This is a Higher Love.



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At twenty-four, and living by the beach
Mired in sadness I heard the ocean's roar.
The girl I loved once - now she's out of reach; -
(Restless waves haunt my longing for evermore).
Why this bitterness? And what could it teach?
(And all I feel is hurt at my heart's core).
To take my mind off things I go out drinking -
So I'm sitting in a pub at Dee Why* thinking.

Saturday night and each sip of my drink numbs -
To give me just a few hours to forget.
Like the froth on schooners** sorrow overruns -
The sour cold ale as bitter as my regret.
To alcohol, my pain at last succumbs
(I grow lost in memory and introspect).
Though it seems true - as I grow more forlorn -
That things are always "darkest before the dawn".

And strangely now I see a girl walk in
Into the pub, and looking slightly lost;-
Her clothes expensive, and her body thin; -
(I want to talk to her but not accost).
I see her find a table and settle in -
She seems lonely somehow, and her face downcast.
A few drinks later I conquer my shyness -
I walk up to her and compliment her dress.

After some small talk, we exchanged our names
(It seemed that she was glad of the company).
Here I go again, playing lover's games -
(That's how it was that she now came to join me).
Of such situations, I am not ashamed -
(And looking closer she was quite a beauty).
I told her "your the prettiest girl I've seen"
When I asked her name - she told me - "Caroleen".

That night I held - for our hearts - an inquest -
And all her naked beauty came undone.
She lets me be her white knight in this conquest;-
(The next day we'd watch the newly rising Sun).
Our love was guiltless - this I now attest -
(I guess that night we both needed someone).
Here again - another girl - and circumstance; -
Every situation diff'rent for romance.

I put some music on - It was Chris Isaak -
I touched her hair - the darkest of brunette; -
Then after half an hour in my flat,
We're in bed; - (memories I won't soon forget).
Bright moonlight fell athwart the window slats
(And made her seem more beautiful still yet).
Passions rise and two souls must now mingle -
Better by a thousand times than single.

The next morning we walked along the beach
And sunshine's liquid light played on the waves.
My hand caressed her face - as soft as peach -
(I guess we both got what we truly craved).
If only for one night then - each to each -
(I'm lucky on a list her name I've saved).
Looking seaward she said: "fish are caught in nets"
Like a lover's heart perhaps? - without regrets.




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To all the girls I've been with - here's to you
To every little whimsy of our hearts -
For true lovers only - there's been a few
Who made me die inside when we're apart.
Seldom did I find it - a love that's true
Too quickly did most women then depart
Swirling in the chaos of young lives
Our soul's hunger for experience survives.

To all the girls I've been with - and will miss
For every fickle fancy of our souls
Every little moment and stolen kiss
Something to remember as hearts grow cold.
I only have my muse - and here's to this :
Experience to cherish as I grow old; -
To the good ones and the bad ones and the tarts -
And to the precious few who broke my heart.

For all the girls I've loved - I hope again
To find exquisite feeling one more time -
I've felt the kiss in summer of soft rain
It made my spirit want more soar and climb.
I want love's elation - this to retain -
And replace a heartache now - to feel sublime;-
I kiss my lover sent from up above -
To find and hold again that special love.




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Once when I was twenty-two a cougar
Did take me in to be her special cub.
If only for a week - it was sweet sugar
(When I was young I could not get enough).
So rolling every night we in the sheets were -
In Newtown at your house (well life is tough).
Education owes a debt of gratitude -
Though best not to read on if you're a prude.

Drinking in a cocktail bar at midnight -
The loving in your eyes - a soft mystique.
If drinking's loneliness - then I am right: -
Why you're drinking by yourself down on King Street.
Sometimes a little courage for delight
In my young breast were butterflies (shall we meet?)
Something I now plead with every breath -
Beg for a chance - and for that little death.

Our fingers interlace - we find a joy
You push me down reclining on your couch
Cupid must his arrows now deploy
(I find my fingers quickly heading South).
Lovers should not in public this way toy
(It's lucky we are both now at your house).
I find another love now to replace -
You're lying in my arms now at your place.

You want it once - you want it fast and fancy -
The strength of both our needs now overcomes; -
You well over forty - with sophistry -
Seducing this young man - lust overruns.
The static in the air - our chemistry -
Newtown's summer night now in your arms.
Angel's wings now hide their eyes - and the reason?
Love had blossomed hot within its season.

A week now under your spell - love's duress -
A grace of destiny though furthermore.
I immortalize affection's hot caress -
I had you once - then I could not keep score.
Its good for the soul (they say) to confess
(If only for a week I now write for).
T'was something sweet - for all its brevity; -
After this, we parted - most amicably.

You say that nothing good can come of this?
(Now as we throw our caution to the wind).
Though what I felt that week was close to bliss
(As close I think as I shall ever find).
Words can speak no more - it's in your kiss -
The truest words 'ere spoken "love is blind"
So Robyn - here for you - my memory -
Enshrines our love now in this poetry.




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I was walking home
with the Sunday paper -
got tired
sat down.

A few seats up
from you
blonde girl.

I am shy -
you crossed
your legs
towards
me.

Sunglasses
like black coals
on your face.

Frizz of blonde hair
tousled in the wind.

The echo of sky
big blue sky
Sunday afternoon.

But I am shy
and couldn't talk.
I missed my chance.

So many broken dreams
around here.



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He tries to kiss away her tears
That flow like rivulets of melted lead
To her pillow.

Inconsolable the salty flood
Courses wetly down the
Anguished aspect of her face -
As she cries out her sorrow.

For he has been unfaithful
(She knows it, though she hasn't proof).
She shoves him rudely away
To sleep in a separate bed;-
And they will part tomorrow.



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If she is a free spirit;- let her go;-
If she is yours;- then do respect her.

It's a woman's want to let her feelings show;-
And she'll be not yours if you neglect her.

If sometimes she is childish;- you should know,
She's born to raise a child;- look after her.

And if you have ever fought "man to man"
You'd know how much a punch hurts;-

So be a Man and do not hurt her.



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About a year ago I was stood up
I thought I had a date, and all was fine.
I'd gone to Bradbury Pub I had up cups
To meet a girl I thought who would be mine
For a date that night - when do I have enough?
Or was I just another man in line?
Though I've had enough of Plenty of Fish*
Easy to meet on there? oh how I wish!

The night was chill - the middle of the winter
I was drawn away from my nice warm hearth.
When the girl didn't show - t'was like a splinter
Had been driven right into my open heart.
T'was a tavern where I'd gone to meet her
So in this tavern is where my story starts.
The pub (as I've noted) was in Bradbury
A nice suburban place for company.

Saturday night;- the inn was rather crowded
(The usual crowd in outer suburbia).
On this dark night, the suburb now enshrouded,
While within were patrons - some the worse for wear.
With each beer, my mind became more clouded
Two hours had almost past - where was she - where?
Well maybe some other lucky man has scored
(I was thinking) as I looked up at the tote board.

Saturday night trots- they were at Menangle
The pub (as most do) had a TAB.
I hadn't come to bet;- the odds to wrangle
(And all I wanted was some company).
I hadn't planned, with the tote to tangle
(Though it seem'd there was a horse there just for me).
Well-performed;- a real strong "son of a gun"
I couldn't believe it said "fifteen to one".

Well, I had bought two hundred dollars with me
Enough (I thought) for a taxi, and some drinks
Though now it seemed, there wouldn't be a lady
So I'll have a bet and then leave (methinks).
Well, the horse strode clear - and won - it was pay day
(To me this horse was just as good as Winx).^
With ten each way, I'd won two hundred dollars
So who needs thoroughbreds,- and Chris Wallers?

Two hundred that I'd bought was now one fifty
(That's give or take seven or eight cold beers)
And with two hundred won, was now three fifty
I collected at the tote, and told them "cheers".
Well now I'm pissed, and thinking kinda shifty
I throw caution to the wind and lose my fears
And did something I'd rarely do when sober
That's play the "slots" and turn the money over.

Americans call 'em slots - that's our pokies
And I (for one) wouldn't recommend to you
This mode of gaming I'd call "hokey pokey"
(Put your money in;- and you're mostly screwed).
You think you're gonna win? Well, are you joking?
(Your currency, it slips fast out of view).
Electronic farce, and tricks,- deceit and lies
They'll steal the pennies from your granny's eyes.

I guess I played that night 'cause I was miffed
Being lured all that way to the boondocks.
Being left all alone, and being stiffed
It serves me right for thinking with my c*ck.
My mood was low, and wouldn't seem to lift
(I expected the machine'd take all I've got).
When suddenly that slot began to feature
Well, ain't Lady Luck a funny creature?

To cut the story short, I won two thousand!
And decided to take the money, there,- and run.
I collected the fat wad which I trousered
Then thought I might go out and buy some fun.
Hailing a taxi cab (which I then ordered)
"Take me to the House of the Rising Sun
Well Aussie cabs are silver, and not yellow
And by the Rising Sun- I mean Bordello.

The house of ill repute,- of which I speak
Was one a fair distance from my home
I'll not "name names",- and though the flesh is weak
It's better than going home pissed and alone.
Once inside I felt as must feel a sheik
Being pampered in a room of one's own
A private room,- if only for one hour
The lady's name was "Carla"- a sweet flower.

The flower of which I speak, was from Asia
Her English not so good;- It didn't matter
When tasting all the forms of love's fantasia
One doesn't ask for elocution's chatter
Well, there's no more room now, on the page here
For me to go, and further tell of Carla
Beautiful? Yes - though a lady of the night
I'd been stood up - though it turned out alright

Dianna that the moon would tonight rise
And keep such hours as you walking the street.
I was twenty-five and lonely - no surprise
Tonight finds me where lust and money meet.
And having searched for love in stranger's eyes
I felt the need for an erotic feast.
So once again I found myself in Kings Cross -
In the fever of the night where souls are lost.

Sydney nights hang heavy in the summer
Heat oozes in the nighttime seamlessly
And when I saw her she was not a stunner*
(A young man marches on now dreamless he)
An invitation now to come with her
(Like Coleridge I'd found a "sunless sea").
Now somewhere in my dreams you still abide -
Although used by society and tossed aside.

I thought I'd try my best inside my memory
Although how did it all come down to this?
Aside from life and all its petty jealousy
I sought and had found my midnight mistress.
The act pedestrian and every day
For you should I settle as a conquest?
Something bored and maybe even banal -
(She was up there paying off her credit cards).





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