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Inside of Insanity Lies Sanity.
The only pied piper who lived / was the one who told no tales / and spoke only to those who wouldn’t listen. / He’s the crazy o…
The Dark Enchanterie.
…and what have I learnt? / I’ll try to maintain focus here… It’s not easy, I miss you so much… and these mosquitoes (that hover…
The Diabolical Doubt.
I am just another hog on this ill-content highway. / Screaming for space and reaming for fucking fame. / Give it to me! / Give it to me! …
Bark along your solitary fence. / Scare away the neighbours. / Dig down deeper at the dents / which seem to hold a favourable flavour / of…
The Birth of a New Day.
Like raindrops reverberating around a room, / eager energy perforates any mind. / Embellished by cheerfully kind emotions, / yet yielding …
Yawning into the Night.
Cedars pulsated feebly, / wallowing into soppy goo / whilst the rest of this weakened world / burned, chilled, boiled and melted / in so…
An Ode to Poe.
The family is sleeping, so I creep through the house – quickly flicking on a switch to turn the tap on and wash my hands. Off it goes…
I see eternal temporality. / I’d like to intertwine a line every so often with a nice metaphor. Like the rose buds and the thorns; th…
Simple Psalms on Dirty Cardboard.
Dirty cardboard. / Wet in the midnight rain / yet set in the down right pain. / The sufferance. / The grace. / The Arabic nuance. / ItR…
My eyes open up to my soul / and within my eternity / are realms of dreaming / and castles of thought…
In White Rooms.
Deep, dirty tunes. / Acolytes dancing in fire light. / Sun fed, muse moons. / Enrich our world, reflected bright. / Steal time; stand stil…
Like a thief, I quickly glance at the steel chrysanthums outside my window. / Guiltily I reach back inside my chassis and pull myself back …
I’ve always been told I’m the kid who’s done nothing. / Yet nobody apart from myself has ever grasped that this descripti…
So I’m not very good at making sense, / and people tell me, hark listen! Hence, / I’m going to go off the pretense, / that yo…
A chant for suburbia.
Eternal, infant vision. / The bitter ant scent / washed in via the wafting sugar storm. / A waiting collision between norms. / It’s…
A gospel for suburbia.
Eternal, infant vision. / It’s mid-nineteen-nineties Australia and I’m a small child, / playing on the lambs-wool carpet. / It…
Doomed or Divine.
A divine hand, divine dust. / Hot, molten lands. / Deep mossy caverns. / The shrieks and howls. / The caveman’s call. / Soon cha…
Peering viciously into the soul of God we don’t want to understand. / Our technology, bells and whistles, are not up to the standard,…
It’s too late. / In a dirty, dirty time / when fear reigns and diapers hang on empty clothes lines / whilst creepy swing-sets fall …
A night out or a night in? (It’s hard to se…
“Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.” ~William…
Running up that hill.
Running from the devil. / Seeing woodland sprites burnt up in dark desires, corrupted from the inside out they exploded like a morning star…
Push me. / Push me. / Push me. / I’ll take the fall. / Harder, faster, / try to drop me. / The harder I fall, / the higher I fly. / …
I want to make you feel nasty. Down right down and out and dawn light will drown the scars out. Boy scout medical paranoia will take your t…
Don’t downplay the distaste aimed at the state, / even though these suits know your number plate / and before you park your car in …
We are all fans. Building and building and building up our idols but in doing so we are forgetting about our own foundations. Loneliness is…
Who am I?
My father was well known for being the best shoe-shiner in all of Northern New South Wales. On the weekends he would borrow the Epic novels…
Steamy stained sheets, the two of us between these sheets, causing heat, like we’re mechanized or made to meet like this. Nobody is m…
Gory, gaudy stains infiltrate the weavings of my jeans. Green acid burns my skin, seering through the layers that hide my fragile organs. O…
She sells sea shells…
Destroy the debonair! / Please, no more confusing fanfare, this fanfiction. / I need a non-derelict prescription / to cure me of this pr…
Three bodies left to bury.
Three bodies left to bury. / Two of them followed by fury. / One is left, draped heavily in a gown of guilt/ / For he is the one true witne…
At this hour.
I hear the turnings of the world at this hour. / When nought but a mouse does move in my room. / When on the other side of the planet emoti…
Nature knows. / Nature knows. / Nature knows.
The soft slow sullen breeze seductively sanctifies the sleeping snorers. / Surreptitiously secreting sounds as surrogate suburbs of solemn …
Here I am, wasting my time explicating / the sort of freight that flies through the atmosphere so light. / I am only here to quell the fire…
Falling to Fly.
I thought I was falling, falling, falling… / Until I realised I was flying, flying, flying.
Mundane tasks provide many rational reasons as to why we should abstain from such mindlessness.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
The alcoholic wife. / A dark mass in the corner / raising her blood of christ / and cowering in her aimlessness. / She relentlessly murmur…
Oh my poor wife - / Oh my sodden strife. / The hood of the car repels the cold rain. / Wallabies and owls patrol these deserted lanes, / a…
You shaded the letter ‘o’ / and pointed out words on pages. / You made things to me known / and that in itself, is contagious.…
I breathe in the inspiration. / I have to fight these violations of my human right to write these explanations as to why I find respite in…
My face feels like a hot panel that a used-car-salesman might ply his trade from. / I would try to listen along to these words but I never …
Burning. The pain seared up my back as the needle did the job. / Lines criss-crossed over my spine. This fire contrasted well with the cold…
The Hair Monger.
It had been a long day and Jenny simply wanted to rest. Yet her friend called her up and he wanted to come round and smoke a few joints. Sh…
A Magician’s song.
Brilliant bows of timber, treacherously taught, / furrow fervently like in ancient thought. / Wallowing in despair they pair the treatied s…
Life, loving and learning.
I won’t deny; love’s a paradise, / of writhing denial. Perhaps a vice / crucifies the life inside. / But given time, you’…
This world is meant for ones as beautiful as us.
I know I’ll never be, / what ‘christ’ intended to be. / But many genius’ have failed to see, / what I deem as integ…
I love emo teenagers who think they are the ‘be all – end all’ of life yet they hate their lives. / I love the scene kids…
Does a genius die any differently compared to a b…
Brace for bright balanced delight. / Insight into the fight amongst those / who encroach upon the royal roast. / Fiendish repose reposts…
I did it. I said the speech. I removed the cloak which hid my vulnerability. I tested my metal in the fire and it survived. Yet not only di…
A history of now.
Veritas odium parit.
A rumination on the importance of fear and respec…
If there was nothing else in this world… / but people succumbing to the violence of insecurity. / Then our world would be remembered…
To the King…
I needed to breathe in some fucking oxygen and rid myself of this asphyxiating cloud, this noxious balloon of toxic fumes.
The Masculine Identity.
Defeat you with a twist, / prescribe death with a wrist / snap to the neck. You enlist / in a death wish waiting, / whilst old men persist …
They never meant to hurt you.
On a wish I rise up to you, / rushing like a russian bull, / just as reptiles raze the sun to / face the sudden death of / a million turn…
A Poet’s Gospel.
When alone for long periods of time my dark subconscious bubbles up out of a neuron-filled pool of brain-glue. It consumes my consciousnes…
The way we think.
Feeling inspired we sit down and write, / feeling over-tired we stay up all night. / Feeling crucified we appropriate hate, / feeling inten…
It’s that time of night again when wind whistles through the trees’ leaves. My mind relinquishes it’s hold and I begin to…
I grew Salvia in my garden until it took over my …
Like a ventriloquist with a gun you’ll never know that it was me all along.
I drop acid.
I’m bitter and mean. / Going to make you moan and scream.
Girls and language.
Sweet sweet girl. / Speaking in German. / Sweet sweet girl. / Never ever learnin’. / Sweet sweet girl. / Perturbed and perverted. / S…
A creative writing, a short story, a poem.
Count the Count Dracular, / ‘art grammatica’, / ‘orgasmic oracular’, / seducing and sucking, / stacking and fuckin…
Saints and Sinners
When laughter dies / and humour resigns, / then humanity will realise / its flawed design.
Waiting for the Sun.
For too long I have been burdened with contrition, / and the deletion of all that is horrible within me will aid my vision,
…and it creeps up like sleep, / deep dark and discrete. / Laying near your feet / silently sucking away the heat.
Purge preposterous perpetual / petty pack of people / pulling the principles into / poverty and persecuting the perpetrators.
Arrogant argonauts arbitrary / and aloof allow / almost anything / to allegorically amplify / an agoraphobic atom-bomb
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