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It is in the prison where one finds the prism  of inspirational purpose. There is much  loneliness in grief, but solitude in its wisdom  And you can soften the subterfuge of evil  with resolution. So, hold back tears of failure  and not feel ripped apart by the liquid of sorrow  within. For, the fight isContinue reading “Man’s subterfuge: A poem “

The lost pages of the past outlast  all scores of the present like a vast  universe that is both slow and fast  where love is silent, but is the ship’s mast   And I can steal from childhood like Mum’s meal  And Dad loved you profoundly like a precious deal  Your intelligence and instinct were inContinue reading “To Puppy, with love: A poem “

I am radioed to thoughts  wavelengths of sorts  They become me  Their figments I alone can see  I dissect them in my mind  and their entrails I find  are encrusted with diamonds and pearls  And within their worlds, I swing and swirl  While my mind is motion, my lips are sealed  like a barrow, aContinue reading “Brave silence: A poem “

I can walk in the rain  and distill the pain  I can face the fierce breeze  and get a fresh lease  I can think of spring  as if it were the only thing  I can feel your presence  in a lonely sentence  I can wait for decades  and think like a moment, it fades  IContinue reading “I can walk with life: A poem “

Let that devil Dutton come to power. I’ll teach him how to get Australia back on track. And if that fishy creep Albanese comes to power, I’ll teach him the same.

I want justice for my Dad! I’m not going to settle with these Albaneses or Duttons. I’ll make the whole world suffer. I’m getting very very angry! I’ve been had!

I can feel the rain with pain  And can’t help going insane  It pelts my uninsulated bones  and cuts through, bleeding my pores  I see a rock-solid tree taken down  and reduced to an eye-sore mound  And sense my despairing boots  sink underground like its roots  We can talk of art and poetry  of loveContinue reading “Does anyone care for justice, dear Dad?: A poem”