The Cycle. A poem.

The cycle is constant Together, alone I long for the instant Until I’m finally home I endure and I crave The simplest life Where my soul is saved By my family and wife But the cycle is constant Together, alone The cycle is constant Until I’m finally home For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “The Cycle. A poem.”

Wallflower. A haiku.

Wallflower unfurls Petals reach towards the sun Longing for its touch For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Binge. A poem.

Timed and untimed, A chaos of raindrops Upon a sleepy roof Filling gutters and trailing Spume in snail trails That wind their way Drinking toasts to those Whose evaporation From the scene Left such a hole In awkward conversation. The clink of glass And amber froth Disappeared in the wake Like reeling in the catchContinue reading “Binge. A poem.”

Damn Fool. A poem.

Damn fool Believing you’re good enough Damn fool For thinking you got it made Damn fool For believing in life and love Damn fool Taking belief to your grave Damn fool I still believe in you Damn fool Maybe you do, too For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely andContinue reading “Damn Fool. A poem.”

Rainfall. A poem.

Pale droplets cascade Down gray-faced facades Of dimpled iron will Collecting the residue Of dusty acrimony Along their chaotic Weatherbeaten paths. Pools of mercury Dance in the afterglow Rising and falling To the somber occasion And recalling times And memories lost Abandoned in twilight. Rain, let it fall on me And remind me of myselfContinue reading “Rainfall. A poem.”

Today/Tomorrow. A poem.

Today: All at once, there’s no one there, the dark, an isolation tank. The world outside faded away, a post-apocalyptic prank. Tomorrow: The light here that lingers on, electric in the morning dew. This joyous, often mellow song that shows it’s face to me and you. Today: I’m excommunicated, now, shunned, it seems, by thoseContinue reading “Today/Tomorrow. A poem.”

Time to drive. a poem.

The manual transmission sticks at times, a reminder that we need a service and I need to find a new place for my engine to unwind. There was a time when things were simpler, when you could change the sparks yourself. But now it’s all computers, and instruments and waxing/waning moments in technicolor and surroundContinue reading “Time to drive. a poem.”

Curious. A poem.

Mister curious Digging up questions And quotients And seeking answers Undivided, yet multiplied How curious Can one man be In a world where Everything Is laid out plain to see? Keep digging For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available inContinue reading “Curious. A poem.”

Expectations. A poem.

How often do expectations Let us down? How often do we strain And stretch the imagination In a tug of war Of real and immaterial And how often do we fail Because we thought Just a little too much And a little too long A little too wild A little too strong How often doContinue reading “Expectations. A poem.”

No Muse. A poem.

I have no muse And so my words Flow winsome And aimless Waltzing on To chaotic beats And tiresome chords Waiting for one To lead me back To place my foot Upon the boards To find the fire And burn it bright To shape the cadence Of my heart Until I should sway And careenContinue reading “No Muse. A poem.”

Consequential Rage. A poem.

I tire of being a wanderer, of petty inconsistency and introverted wiles, bickering and bleating in this bleak and vast apogee of mind. I wanted to be confident, full of vanity and fire —an actor on a stage— such eloquence, so wild, such convoluted things to say, so naked in his pride. But my mindContinue reading “Consequential Rage. A poem.”

Lingered. A poem.

You Lingered Just Long Enough To Make Me Think You Were The One Then You Were Gone And Your Absence Lingered On For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out howContinue reading “Lingered. A poem.”

Run. A poem.

A fleeting shape upon canvass A chiaroscuro background Running yet standing still Defying all expectations Of pointed rationality I will always run To and from Always Run For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. ClickContinue reading “Run. A poem.”

Mountain Climber. A poem.

I never found a mountain I couldn’t climb, you see. Motivation was the biggest issue, Dragging at my footsteps like leaden weights, Pulling like some tug of war with Heracles, Straining to be free. When I made it to the top, I would look out and celebrate my accomplishment, Because though it was just oneContinue reading “Mountain Climber. A poem.”

Enfilade. A poem.

The enfilade is over And bodies lie strewn Across the battlefield Like broken bottles Leaking last regrets You have cut me down Your machine gun wit And explosive rejoinders Creating a no man’s land Where I lie fractured. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Enfilade. A poem.”

Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time

Hi all My first print poetry book, The All or the Nothing, is currently on sale for 20% off for a limited time. It’s normally $10.00 Australian but is now $8.00, which is approximately $5.60 American or 4.30 British pounds (my keyboard doesn’t have a pound symbol – DOH!). Inside, you’ll find 62 poems aboutContinue reading “Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time”

The Hole. A poem.

The hole stares back at me, A great, unblinking eye That will not let me be. The hole is black as pitch And filled with pain and lies, Every scar and every stitch. The hole it draws me in, Inescapable gravity, A match I cannot win. The hole encloses me And I am down againContinue reading “The Hole. A poem.”

Life, Finally. A poem.

My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns that way. My life is finally, where I want and need to be. My life,Continue reading “Life, Finally. A poem.”

The Search. A poem.

I have yet to find The erstwhile substance, The peace of mind, Free from nomenclature And chilled regrets. The ice upon my lake, Covered in spider filigree And waiting to consume Me with every overly Anxious step. My navigation clears, The further I go, But slow-witted overtures And death-defy requests fall On ears long sinceContinue reading “The Search. A poem.”

Leash. A poem.

A vague and secondary feeling Unkempt and untrusting Creeping through my head Like an uninvited stranger And yet so familiar Just as I’m feeling good about myself and my world The black dog bites me A subtle reminder Of his taut, choking leash For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Leash. A poem.”

Bad Memories. A poem.

You still haunt An incorrigible spirit Infecting like a wasting disease And reducing us To a mockery of ourselves. Here you sit Having grown Complacent Upon our shoulders A ghostly monkey Upon our backs Rearing your ugly head In constant remembrance And bitter scorn. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad,Continue reading “Bad Memories. A poem.”

Trapped. A poem.

Isolated Alone Weary Waiting Life without meaning Contemptible in reproach Self flagellation And inimitable doubt Tired Empty Sad Succinct Selfish and self-absorbed Mired and wallowing The constant reprobate Entwined and enshrined Endless Pitiful Artless Vacuous Circling down the drain Longing for escape Dead thoughts and dead time Grasping for hope Longing for an end InContinue reading “Trapped. A poem.”

Cast. A poem.

Line cast before the storm, Sent and received Let waters churn Offer up your burdens And your soothing grace So that the tide might carry All concerns beyond This harbour’s boundaries And out into the wide And yearning sea. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Cast. A poem.”

Invisible. A poem.

Sometimes, I feel invisible, someone the crowd will never see. The collective and the individual residing here inside of me. Sometimes, I feel invisible, my words a faint reprieve. Their subtlety and subtext, misconstrued and unperceived. Sometimes, I feel invisible, no recognition behind her eyes, to signify a reminder of a long, overdue goodbye. ForContinue reading “Invisible. A poem.”

Recollection. A poem.

I have a recollection Of the man I used to be Whilst I don’t want him back There are aspects that I see Parts and pieces that I miss A heady mix, a potpourri But I’m glad he’s in the past So I can be a better me For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Recollection. A poem.”

Reach You. A poem.

I skirt the eggshell minefield, Tip-toeing between The thick and thin, Navigating longitude And withering latitude: Just so I can reach you. But every step draws veiled threats Masking vengeance In a trial of death defiant, A tightrope can-can Above a viper’s pit: Just so I can reach you. Weary from the tidal surge, AnxiousContinue reading “Reach You. A poem.”

Rebirth. A poem.

I wondered how You were, you see Tracked you down More than easily Just a single look I knew, though hurt On, you’d moved From that cold, cold birth Which was all I wanted Both then and now To take that pain And slice it out Cast on the pyre With sullen doubts I’m gladContinue reading “Rebirth. A poem.”

Tenement. A haiku.

You have built yourself a tenement; a home for your sad, anxious mind. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

A Duel. A poem.

We long for a less-than-guarded conversation, as conventional as that may seem in times as conventional and guarded as these. A dual of wits and natures whereby intent is disguised and discursively dismissed as quickly and as slowly as it isn’t. The epitome of vengeance in every word and phrase: a calculated duel, a parryContinue reading “A Duel. A poem.”

Alike. A poem.

Does she sit and cry? Does she pray at night, as I? Does she feel the patina of a life less inspired? Does she mirror my repose and ask the question: why? Perhaps we are, more or less, Alike. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Alike. A poem.”

The Rose Garden. A poem.

She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms sought, And tended her garden without regard For all the pain and hurt she brought.Continue reading “The Rose Garden. A poem.”

Abstinence. A poem.

You abstain in the light At night, small confessions Are saltwater wreaths Around your neck Dragging you along In a relegated riptide. This abstinence Has carved a furrow And driven conversations With shadows and mosquitoes Wondering when the light will answer you again. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Abstinence. A poem.”

Airport Carpark. A poem.

There are far better places to while away the time, yet we continue circling like reverse-vultures. This obtuse concrete garden (no doubt designed by Daedalus, whose Labyrinth was but a flea compared to this circus) leads us astray in every moment, much like our heart’s content. No way out, it seems, no exits or reprieve.Continue reading “Airport Carpark. A poem.”

Perilous Logic. A poem.

Oh, perilous logic, cast me upon the jagged knives of your perspicacity. Take these ramshackle emotions and reduce them to tears, aimless fears and accidental truths. When my ego is broken, my perspective becomes the precarious precipice upon which I’m choking. Oh, perilous logic, I believe in you at my behest. When it comes toContinue reading “Perilous Logic. A poem.”

Decisions. A Haiku.

You stand on the cusp Of an end and beginning Afraid of your choice For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Fences. A poem.

I thought I’d mend some fences Build them up to break them down Fill in all the trenches Dig the mines up from the ground I thought I’d build some bridges And meet you in the middle No more complex negotiations No more angst or pointless riddles I thought I’d mend some fences It wasContinue reading “Fences. A poem.”

The Music in Me. A poem.

Why the sadness, the music tugging at heartstrings in pizzicato fashion, stretching my angst beyond reproach? Why the darkness, flowing in a syrup-like tsunami, to swallow my horizons and the shoulder I’ve hung my head upon? This rhythm and rhyme brings me down and wrecks me, wrapping me casually around the telegraph pole that shouldContinue reading “The Music in Me. A poem.”