Sensory insanity

I am in pain.
Dissociation dissolves
Avoidance evolves
I am in pain, 

Sensory insanity
Smells like Tastes like
Sensory insanity 

Flashback!
Smell
Flashback!
Taste 

Insanities calamity
Calamities humanity
Humanities profanity
Profanities insanity 

Taste
Flashback!
Smell
Flashback!

Sensory insanity
Tastes like Smells like
Sensory insanity 

I am in pain,
Avoidance evolves
Dissociation dissolves
I am in pain.

Hot Dog Monster

Link sweats
odiferous
Pennons wrap around my senses
encased by moonshine rye
Lingering in salted shadows
fermented foot dense and sour
Coarse stone-ground vociferations
sizzle from a shallow belly
Does it relish in my fear?
Brine boils in my throat as it draws near
Is this my penance?
No, I expunge this nightmare menace
“Begone you bun-covered banger!”
 I exclaim,
“I am a vegetarian.”

Sea foam coalescing

Epsom, lavender and glycerin
bubble around unveiled forms,
A delicate flame
encased in honeycomb cells
balances the light fractals and shadows,
Flickering mirages
of painted fantasy in purified steam
are rarefied into amorous corporeality,
My verity emerging naturally.
Knead my devotion for
honesty and tenderness
with warm-hearted hands,
Submerge together.
Lithe and strong, you sigh contented,
Entranced, I memorize the shape of you.
Inspirited eyes open.
A single ripple.
Sea foam coalesces against my skin
as appetent fingers graze closer to a satinlike centre,
Carnal care wanted
and selflessly given,
Moonstruck movements
create the melodies and countermelodies,
Embracing wayfarers enveloped on enamoured currents.
Steadfast souls yielding unto each other,
Steadfast souls merging as one,
With an innate desire for completeness
With full awareness of our Love.

Yeti realness

Atomic Da Vinci
dimethyltryptamine cut stars
yet he turns his back to the cosmos
is he real or just a farce?

Himalayan shyness
isochronous waxen moons
yet she emerges from the ether
is she here to soar or loom?

Sentinel empyrean
paradisiacal melodies rise
yet we coalesce them to the heavens
are we venerated or demonised?

Seraphic custodian
nefarious spirits despised
yeti is seldom understood
through outlander’s eyes.

Mothman

Harbinger.                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                           of what?

haunted by lore smeared on a
smoke speckled collar
plumed & elongated
lurking, so they say,
in the dark crevices of night
Speaking of marked deaths
dropping from cathedral crosses
paper-membraned wings
encapsulating the unsuspecting
for holy communion.

                                                                                                                                              Truly?

Those who have been restricted to
the darkest parts of life
are often the only ones trying
to preserve the light.

the rabbits are going to sleep tonight

angora ripples
in pearl, smoke, and penny,
kinsfolk triunity
burrowing under canopies of merino,
cosy clusters caper calmly, curiously,
on a voyage to the Celestial Realm,
Hark! turmoil in plain sight
disturbance by provenance,
and yet for all the fanfare
such virulent spring roots bear no shackle,
confirming clan care cut the chords
once suffocating cottontail.

the rabbits are going to sleep tonight
in bliss and grace,
the rabbits are going to sleep tonight
in love, with hope,
the rabbits are going to sleep tonight
sleep sweet family,
the rabbits are going to sleep tonight
you are safe.

Dream Boat

Restless pantomime
a wearied disenchanted shuffle
from one foot
to two feet
Melatonin bonbon
liquesces languidly with a sizzle
syphoned down
into a pit
Sentient inhalation
wait a lone tide for fracturing clouds to haze the mind
from one side
to two sidelines
Pacified subconscious
embraced snuggly on the ship of Theseus
fairy light guided
dream boat tided.

fodder

insurmountable
i am fodder, fading light
wasted sighs wandering
is it the oblivion of the oblivious?
or the consciousness of the conscious?
i’ll never fully know
for i cannot read minds
only body signs,
hard when veils keep you from my sight
all i know is i am tired
retreat now,
pain is screaming throughout my whole body
and i just want to survive
to come out of this alive.

Sometimes
when something breaks
you are better off leaving it broken
instead of cutting your hands
on the shattered fragments.

A poem for my Nana x

Nana G,

I miss you.
I love you & I miss you.
Your cuddles wrapped me in a bubble
—at 6:25am
it popped.

While butterflies mark your presence,
I want your essence
I want your touch
I want your smell
I want to hear you say
“Give ‘em hell!”
followed by;
“Remove that eye makeup you look like a trollop”
See your wink,
feel your gentle wallop of my arm,
It meant so much
to make you laugh & hear your hush.

I’m grateful
for all the times you took care of me,
Nursed my heart
with lines & lulls
& kind cuddles whenever you could.

My Nana G,
The ultimate legend,
One with the stars,
My full moon present.

Improv Poetry

Dangerous Sparkly Fiery Fluffy Obnoxious Colossal Suspicious Belligerent Delicious Ambiguous

Doll Pagoda Waterfall Monkey Mailbox Orange Dragon Hurricane Billabong Angel

———————————————————————

It can be a rather Ambiguous thing

to see oneself transform

from a Colossal mischief making Monkey

into a Sparkly Orange Fiery Dragon

soaring through the Fluffy clouds.

Even the most docile Angel

will rage like a Dangerous Hurricane

when faced with

Belligerent and Obnoxious beasts,

Suspicious of those

who try to force the Doll

into a cramped Mailbox.

Decadent and Delicious

she rises like a tiered Pagoda,

breathtaking like a Waterfall,

grounded like a Billabong,

unforgiving,

unmoving.

Envelop

Shyness conceals an impassioned heart,
Unsure hands do not know where to start,
yet—
they are wanting.

Wanting,
to reach out and,
pull you down
pull you in
pull you to me,
If only i could push past frenetic thinking.

If only i could be brave enough
in those moments
when your ardent indigo eyes
fix on my gaze,
to act on the pacing lionesses piercing cries,
emblazoned only ever by your searing sight,

If only i could be bold enough
to pounce
claw and bite,
at your neck.
your back.
your thighs.
feel the full weight of your body against mine,
the unbinding of lungs with each whimpered sigh,

If only i could be ferocious enough
to consume your might,
grind and pulse under palpitating light,
gulping
gasping
begging,
for the reprieve given,
only,
by your pneumatic breath of life,

If only i could be fierce enough
to make you mine,
hands would intwine with your crown of ebony
lay you down on eider
cover your body
with the curved silhouette sign
of a wild woman,
wild eyes locked on yours
feel hips thrum as we collide,

If only?
I will change this line.
You will be mine.

Black Bird

Sat in a tin shed
looking through stacks & stacks
pondering the spoken word
i raise my eyes
perched on gum branches
a shadow
vantablack
lazy leaves drape & obscure your corporeal face
i strain from my spot
to try & glimpse you
to try & truly see you
who are you? i say
then
mimicking my movement
you strain & arch your neck
to peer at me, possibly
with the same fascination?
Ochre eye, piercing
meets mine
i hold your gaze
& for a moment
highway lanes fade & silence ensues
raven guide visiting the ravenous
the ravenous relinquishing defensive systems to seek the wingless flight.

Wayside

Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
instead tweets eagerly wait for the new fates to awake so they can hurriedly fly and leave love lines in plain sight
Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
you write to make the wee lassies wet or weep
nor are you discrete
Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
hide me from sight don’t acknowledge my life
i no longer believe you when you say you are just being kind

Hollow

Torrents swell deep in a hollowed pit
Any traces of life swallowed by the Cronus like entity lurking within
Crimsoned black smoking nothingness
Nu, Strangles optimism
Wings docked

Docked by myself.

Copper tinges tangled on my tongue
Metallic putridity
Weigh my heart against a feather from my in-violet wings

Heavy.

And yet, like Pandora’s Box
Hope springs forward,
                            upward,
                                outward!
Watery forms glistening like the fractals of stars
Refusing to be consumed

                                                 Refusing.

Refusing.      

Blue!

Look at the sky, it’s so fucking blue!

It’s bluer than Joni Mitchell eating aged cheese on crackers alone in a park full of hydrangeas while a jay bird sings the blues

It’s bluer than a hyacinth macaw chasing a morpho butterfly through a field of bellflowers while a dart frog perches on a peacock's head

It’s bluer than an ascetic monk's frost-bitten balls on his pilgrimage to Neptune wearing worn Levi jeans while drinking a blueberry slushy

It’s bluer than a dog's clue about a robbery of sapphires and Van Gogh’s The Starry Night happening on the second moon of a month to a song about suede shoes

Look at the sky, it’s so fucking blue!

Protect Your Space

For the first time ever in my thirty years of living I said no to my mother.

No.

A very simple word, yet the hardest one for me to say.

I watched her flinch as it flew from my lips unable to stop this bubbling joy from rising in me.

My first taste of a boundary with the main perpetrator of violence in my life.

Protect your Space.

Self Empowerment.
Loving yourself, truly, not speaking cruelly of yourself.
Self Empowerment,
Nurturing yourself, completely, giving care so sweetly to yourself.
Self Empowerment,
Hearing yourself, holy, not as fickle or coldly by minds saboteuring-self.
Self Empowerment,
Acknowledging yourself, fully, every pain that was securely locked away by frightened-self.

Protect your Space.

Don’t shy away from love and tenderness
Wary of every person, assuming, presuming motives of ulterior intent
Not every person is trying to fight you
You are no longer perched on the edge of Sycamore, watching,
Waiting,
To see how this fight would turn out.

Safety signals in soft sighs and sights surrounding special someones, who this someone cannot do without,
Self Empowerment came from the safety signals that this special someone cautiously and carefully directly spearheaded through all of my doubts.
Self Empowerment now screams, steeped deep in shadowy depths within,
Self Empowerment can only ever begin if one

Protects their Space.

My Womb Sayeth No

My Womb Sayeth No!
All you fair-weather fucks can go,
You can’t handle this menstrual flow,
My Womb Sayeth No!

If you bleed, and even if you do not,
If you have a womb, and even if you do not,
This is for you,
Grand Mothers, Mothers, Daughters, My Sisters, My Non-Binary Friends, for Allies, for Feminists, for all the Healthy Men who will stand with us till the end,
This is for you.
The collective energy of Womb Sayeth No!

Of course it is an internationally celebrated day,
years of hardship, and brutality, and silencing must be acknowledged and conveyed by those who have experienced the truth depths of this perversive world, where “One Woman Killed A Week” does nothing to shake the herd.

Shuffle on strong man, shuffle on I say, unless you are here to help I don’t want to hear this phrase;
“WhY iSn’t ThErE aN iNtErNaTiOnAl MeN’s DaY?”
Oh boo hoo for you, open your eyes, look at this fucking patriarchal world you dick pig, you are beyond reprise.

There is an anger and a hurt that runs deep like the roots of wild oak trees,
Having been strangled and mangled and abused by creeds set out by ancient white men thinking only of each other, disregarding women, reducing us to the ‘other.’

However…
There is also an unshakable resilient strength that has been bestowed upon us.
Cool, reflective moon minds, the balance to the harsh heat movement of ‘man’ kind.
There is a reason woman are often linked to the nights sky,
I will call down thunder, I will call down the rains,
I’ll keep my moon beams hidden from your vapid face.

For all the hurt and all the pain, sisterhood has comforted me in so many ways,
Like Brígid Bandia an Leighis covering the land with her healing cloak, granting wisdom, and poetry, and music that denotes the growth in courage, in strength, and in heart,
A collective hug even when we are miles apart.

To hear my sister laugh, to cry, to scream,
To love, to question, to fight back, to dream,
To hold space, to listen, to comfort, to care,
To show this world the full plethora of womanhood in all of its raw, unabashed flair.

My Womb Sayeth Yes!
My Sisterhood knows best,
They can handle this menstrual quest,
My Womb Sayeth Yes!

Golden

Little
Oh so little
Smallest I’ve ever seen
But with a heart big and golden
Little

Cheat Code

Square, Square, Triangle – Combo move – Square, Square, CIRCLE CIRCLE CIRCLE
Dodge you dodgy bastard!
If I die one more time and have to stare at that loading screen I will swiftly put my fist through this television – Heavy attack!

Alas, gone are the days of quietly cottage-coring Willow Creek and Oasis Springs, modded to the max,
now I crave the exploration of the Darkest Souls – although I could do without the fear sweats running down my back!

Five Versus Five. Defence or attack?
Defending?
Hell. Yes!
Knuckles crack.
Let’s Frost this shit up,
Stealth, stealth, stealth, lay trap, stealth, stealth, stealth,
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Who’s that? Bang! Crash! They’re inside.
Let’s show them who’s boss! ­– Headshot!
God fucking damn it, I died.

I will Master this Sword and save The Priestess from the fiery grasps of The Demon King,
it has been foretold, you know, so here I go, The Hero, with passion, honour, and love behind each swing.

I would die for you Tulin,
Daddy Halsin, I’m drooling,
Lightning, my forever Queen,
Eivor, she slipped into my dreams.

When all makes me feel weary, weakened eyes, wrists, ego, and gut,
when my wounds are far too great and need tending,
I can always count on New Horizons and each Nook,
to cradle me back to wholesome health,
To rejuvenate me
To calm me
To ready me, again.

So let’s party up my friend and win this campaign,
you have nothing to fear for The Dragonborn is heavily addicted to these games.

Symbiotic Synchronicities

The birds go ballistic
While the spoodle navigates the railway sleepers
Designer dog in a designer world
The highway roars
Everything screams for my attention
A possum in the tree
Seen from the door 

Red in the morning shepherds warning
Touch wood, feed the birds
cut your finger on the iron
give blood to the earth
Feed the birds 

All the birds stopped
All the birds stopped
I smiled
got to the door
they started again. 

Inbetween inbetwixt
we are always
The poems are howling to me
Here
Your literal perfect sign
perfection you can accomplish
If you just participate
With your partner.