Saturday, October 26, 2013

Mort Wins

He never trusted no one
A scolded child
Wild with paranoia
Waiting for the next strike
Eyes dilated with the demon defending his domain
His name is Mort and he has won

He always wanted more fun
A vanquished child
Released back to the playground
To whirr dizzy and vortex until sickness
To never come down to earth again
To never be the same
His name is Mort and he has won

He would take to seduction
Snarling beast off his leash
The glamour of understanding the lure
And with his capture, he would rapture
But never release
It was all a game
His name is Mort and he has won

An infant in the ocean
Battered by the surf
Without help
Cast away
The depth of blue
I have been there too

He severed the fingers from his friendships
Rolled a boulder over the entrance to his cave
So his voice echoed
The phone unanswered
Left stranded, no one came
His name is Mort and he has won

We can blame and hate
Be angry and sore
Or we can hope next time he has more
More love
More warmth
More empathy with the creatures

We can rage at the Australian day that took our friend away
Or we can look after our crew
Me and you
After each other
Try not to let them pass
And keep those that have fallen in the gentle grasp of our memory

And all I wanted was to honour you with a poem
But what you did was not honourable
I wanted to answer your call
A requiem for the things not said
Mort is dead and he has won

Despite your insistence
Despite your fears
Despite all the gnashed teeth and angry stares

I never hated you Matt

Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Ox's Lament

I haven't said a word of truth
in I don't know how long
What thread is use to seal the lips
to quell lamentia's song?

I haven't seen a different view
since glory was a boy
Will acetone clean retina
for the brush of Higg's void?

The ox isn't lost
it's just looking at birds
the dirt turns to dust
but the birds still return
all sparkled with rust
revolution still burns
the ox isn't lost
it's just flying with birds

I've never touch the skin of god
I've never built a ghost

What fossils form the will of man?
What follies forged this vacant land?
What prize received the tasseled beast?
What well to tap for our release?

Saturday, July 7, 2012

P/S

will the winter take me home?
cos i've been skulking round the dawn
if you see the place i'm from
mark it like the cross
mark it like the cross
mark it like the cross
of two kissing trees

the feuds of summer dried my veins
so i build my machines to bring the rain
you see a tempest come my way
hold your breath, swim deep
hold your breath, swim deep
hold your breath, swim deep
to me again

all your tears fall down my walls
begins corrosion of my dharma
and defeat seems deeper
and my humour and my passion
bubble darker
bubble darker

this cavernous vessel
and all its hiding places
but no marrow
this ocean so deep
but still as i lie

precipitation/sorrow


Friday, June 1, 2012

Scratch-guard

I wanna live long ago on frontier peaks before the land was razed
I wanna believe the tomes of the fallowed meek and the glory days
I wanna live like a child
I wanna live like the wild
I wanna wanna sing in the morning

Some people put their faith in religion
Some people put their hope on stars
Me, I know this faithless itching
Will never depart

I wanna live in the snow, where fallen leaves afford the only way
I wanna believe in ghosts of fallen trees and better days
I wanna live like the free
I wanna bathe in the sea of clarity of my history

Some people put their faith in each other
Some people find their dreams in a bar
Me, I know this faithless itching
Was there from the start

Monday, February 6, 2012

Why I Don’t Swim!

The floods came slowly that year.

And we played a masochistic game of ‘What’s the time Mr Wolf’.
We knew that they were coming but when we turned our back
all was still and we ignored the creeping waters.

There had been floods before and lives lost but each new wave brought with it a fresh sense of urgency fresh fear
and a fresh frozen will.

I would often spend the days leading up to the drownings, watching the CALIFORNIA BOYS
and the CALIFORNIA BABES surf the swelling blue ocean

with such a sense of

abandonment.

I was jealous that they had found their Zen amongst the chaos of the water
or maybe they were just acting.




I had always been a decent swimmer.

Some of my favourite early memories are composed of swimming in the indoor
heated Maidevale Pools.
I remember being intoxicated with the chlorine.

Amongst my memorabilia are certificates of achievements from those lessons:
25 meters was a long way for me back then worthy of recognition.

However

my earliest memories of the sea were not so pleasant.

A summer holiday to Rottnest Island On the first day of beachside frivolities
my fair young skin was pounded by the sun
for the rest of the holiday I was imprisoned in our cabin

not being able to sit or lie down for the tennis ball sized
blisters all along my back.

I felt like the Elephant Man.


I have decided that swimming pools make a mockery of the sea.

They capture it. Contain its chaos. Water within becomes poisoned with the regret of being captured in the first place.

However

I have learnt to respect the sea and I garner wisdom from the grace of its eternal movements.

But I never swim within knowing that a rage lies beneath
a fraternal rage
for all its imprisoned comrades.

Waiting for the opportune moment to rise and devour us all.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Haymarket ( Zeks Lyric)

Oh and we say
We're not broken, we're not broken
On Haymarket day
when we revoked them, when we revoked them

Oh and we hail
All our rebellions, our rebellions
Our martyrs hang
for your freedom, for your freedom

Oh and we say
We won't follow, we won't follow
On Haymarket day
your power's borrowed, your power's borrowed

Oh and we sing
We won't follow, we won't follow
Hope will spring
on our tommorows, our tommorows

Your power's borrowed
We won't follow

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Goests- Zeks lyric

Feel the amulet in your hand
You don't have to understand
From your palm smell the jasmine
Hear the bohdi start to sing
and it's all we've ever been
and it goes from go to be
and it's all we've ever been
and it goes from go to be
and it's all we've ever been
and it goes from go to be

satsanga

And the galaxy of angels
and the angles they entangle
and the galaxy of angles
and the angels they entangle

satsanga

and the ghosts of the december
and the lives that we remember
and the spirits that we render
and it all goes from go to be
and the ghosts of the december
and the lives that we remember
and the spirits that we render
and it all goes from go to be

for the things we cannot see
when the ghosts begin to bleed
join the fellowship of truth
with the amulet in your hand
and you don't have to understand
and you don't have to understand
cos it goes from go to be
and it goes from go to be
and it goes from go to be
and it goes from go to be

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Departure

I wish you a peaceful vessel to travel
I wish you calm for your next voyage
May gentle winds guide you to charity
Our joyful, blessed, barmy boy

These painful things that you do teach us
Can guide us to grace if we practice
Be the splendor of each moment
Be the splendor of it all

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Thrust

All revealed the mercenary
Honour cast, compassion buried

Cos lust has crawled into the house
No longer a timid, tiny mouse
Once this carpet stained a boy
Now incandescent, naked joy

Soften cement
Feel it gush
The scent of intent
The breathless hush
The rhythm of lust
The iron from the rust
The momentary must
The Textural, carnal, corporeal, primal trust
Thrust

Monday, November 29, 2010

New Language (Zeks lyric)

Found my conviction
Syphon me fiction
Diction my instincts
Shout my linguistics
I hear the sound of the lion forming
I hear the sound of the lion forming

No silent nation
No alexithymia
Start my own fires
Be the town crier
No silent nation
No silent nation
No silent nation
No silent nation
I found my salvation
I found my salvation
I found my salvation
I found my salvation
Silence is sacrilege
Silence is sacrilege
Silence is sacrilege
Silence is sacrilege
What I do to forge
What i do to forge
What I do to forge
What i do to forge
This new language
This new language
This new language
This new language