The world is toxic Bioengineered Gene-spliced Consuming me While I’m consuming it Chemical carcinogens and biological tumours Oh, for a world free From genetically modified food And environmental waste Only in dreams, now Fairy tales we tell our kids While eating plastic snacks Continue reading Toxic. A poem.
You inspire me My constant muse A never-ending tragedy Of rhyme, verse and prose You are my world My tortured soul My worship, it flows ever on My one and only goal Continue reading Constant Muse. A poem.
Bury those thoughts of love They are not for you She is blind to you Not even hallucination Or an oasis mirage You are the poltergeist Invisible in the room Ever-present and in pain Locked into an endless cycle Of feeble-mindedness And lonely, wanton disdain So stop your wishing Stop your dreaming Curl yourself up in a foetal ball And lose yourself in dank despair Let the black dog by your side Drag you down into the oily darkness Grinning as he does His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart Bury those thoughts of love Because she is not … Continue reading Thoughts of Love. A poem.
Recently I found myself in free fall Wondering when I’d hit the ground running And if I’d ever touch terra firma at all But two heads are better than one So join me and we’ll free fall together And maybe being grounded won’t matter after all Continue reading Free Fall. A poem.
How I wish to see the light No matter how much it hurts and blinds My eyes, so used to darkness here To anxious crowds and bloody sights Wave a torch, a beacon shining Like a firefly that flutters in the night Something I can reach, to aspire Before the final round of this fight When the canvass finally catches me Punch drunk and exhausted Let me see that final light And know that it was worth it Continue reading See the Light. A poem.
Storm on my horizon Raining on my dreams Hailing on my hope Flooding my reason With dark clouds And windy betrayals Storm on my horizon Just when you think you’re feeling good about life, the clouds roll back in and deliver bucket-loads of blues. The downpour is unexpected, unpredictable and definitely undesirable. Steve Continue reading Storm on my Horizon. A poem.
Twenty four kilometres I walked on a whim “I can do this, no worries,” what was I thinking? Five hours, two blisters and a sore ankle later And I’m wondering if I should feel any way better Was it just for my ego, or just to feel good Or was it just for the pain, as I know that it should And in the end, I can’t deny that which is true Walking’s a poor substitute for being with you . For the full story about my little walking episode, click here. Steve 🙂 Continue reading Twenty Four Kays. A poem.
I’d long lost sight of my family As I descended the stairs slowly Those stairs they were so tricky It was easy to trip and slippery They climbed up the darkened stairs Out of my tomb and into the air … Continue reading Family Lost. A poem.
True beauty The power you hold Unbeknownst to you could change the world For one man all told A man who longs for you When nights are cold As he lies alone with only thoughts of true beauty To save his soul Continue reading True Beauty. A poem.
I curse my name And heart and face If I could melt this flesh I would To end this reign And bring me To a better place Continue reading Curse. A poem.
I long to hold her hand To walk together Talk about the weather Share a movie and dinner And laugh until we cry Lost in reticence He who hesitates am I Continue reading Hesitation. A Poem.
The long haul north The highway like a dreamtime serpent Twisting forlornly through valleys Of gum and wattle, towns and fields I am an island moving In the relentless torrent north Towards faithless destiny Not remembered or forgiven Just complete the task assigned and say goodnight I’m just a chauffeur on the fly . I recently drove 2200kms giving a lift to my aging parents to and from their holiday destination up north (there and back twice: all up 4400kms over 4 days). I didn’t mind the distance. What I did mind was not seeing a family member I was … Continue reading The Long Haul. A poem.
Ask and you shall receive Perhaps it’s meant to be Only God can say And His phone’s currently engaged But I’ll keep ringing In the hope I get through Because the answer Is everything Continue reading The Call. A poem.
I would build you a house If you would live in it with me I’d build it tall and proud To share with you and family We could live in golden halls Dance to music from above Until the furtive angels called Our love I’m not worthy of Let me build you a house And together we will be A perfect love to dream about As one until eternity Continue reading House. A poem.
The rabbit’s body is stiff and heavy in my hand. I wrap it in its funeral trappings, a plastic cloak as light and airy as its existence. It’s family lies in burrows deep below, the farmer’s poison dried within withered veins. I place it within its casket, a waste bin its solemn ferry to where its family’s souls gently sleep. There was a family of rabbits that lived next door. The guy there has chickens and sheep, so it was only a matter of time before he took steps to bait them. For a while that happy family of rabbits … Continue reading A Rabbit Passes. A prose poem.
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