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Magic of music, spell of song... I am gone off to places I have never been before and may never go to again at all... feet fall from sky... head spins... screaming says dancing fucken dance... just move.


Now he has found what he was looking for... a little love that has become a whole lot more... he glances into her eyes... Their eyes dance in mutual approval... with time comes the removal of any fear... that love will leave them here regretting the moments shared... For trust and love are built upon and strengthened with the passage of time... No doubt to play upon the mind... jealousy you can't find... for they see their future clear... To each other always near... helping the other through the tough parts of life... love they have frees their hearts...


Spacing the time we are apart... so that we are comfortable being together. Needing time... alone... To contemplate... to wait... for the love lost to return... I feel the heat in my soul to go... not to runaway... but to distance myself from the confusion and fear... I feel when I am with you... I thought you were trying to push me away... But it was something we both wanted to say... let me be... who I really am... Can I be myself with you? Don't know but I know my love for you is true... And one day I may share again some wonder full days with you... But until then a little lonelyness and sweet memorys fill my heart... as we are spacing the time we are apart...


Does true love obsess... I must confess I am always thinking of her... of long ago... Everyone after her was somehow like her... As if my life is an album of cover versions of the same songs... each quite different... but you still can sing along... I may never find her... that might be what drives my persistent search on... You hadn't got me wrong... I am... obsessive... I am possessive... I have a doll just like her... but the voodu doesn't make her return... when will I learn to live with out her and ghostly memory...


You are too ghostly familiar, remind me of some one... who is no longer here... The price you'll have on my memories... hidden and sanity is too dear... Just to hear you speak brings me to tears... I would love to get to know you and more . But I am just not strong enough... for all this de shar vu stuff...


I want to be in vogue... fashionable, the style... everywhere I go... I am known. Paid for my story and pictures by the fashion and tabloid magazines... The places I'm at are the places to be seen... my signature more in demand than Russian black band... shaking all my admirer's hands... A record and movie and book deal... selling cars, clothes and snackfoods with my charms, sex appeal... stirring up people to do things for a great cause. To open one's purses, minds, doors... I want to be in vogue...

It seems the people you never want meet again, you see the most... dry season ghosts... wish it would rain all year... Out of the woodwork, woken up by the sunshine... They come back here every year, the same time... Haven't they got somewhere better to go... A new winter wonderland can someone show them... I never want to see them again... Once in a life time was enough... What's with this annual stuff... I like people, but not this many... The same old storys with a new date... but wait the weather man says this dry is going to be late... So they might not come up this time... let it rain all year, that's just fine.


Silent paper screams... I try to express my dreams, in rush of words... but they fly away from grasp like frightened birds... a few lonely feathers land where once grand creatures of flight did stand, but not for long... here then gone before I can capture it with pen... it's gone... I ache to express the beauty of the grace that does dress it's presence... it makes little sense by the time... I get ink on to paper... disappeared like misty vapour melted in the sun. I wish I was one who makes silent paper screams...


Falcon... We hang out at the 'Bay' swim, talk, smoke, just chill the day away. It's fairly lay back but we here like it that way. Maybe we just make the best of what we've got. Why complain about things being boring... when you never really give this life a real shot. Falcon a place for the mellow. We choose to be cool and smoke. Everyone is here for everyone else, unlike the city where in the crowded streets you are so much by yourself. The feel of Falcon is like nothing else. I like living here, and that's all that matters.


Justin... I see you cannot take much more. But that's what I'm here for, to help my friends... to give whatever I can .... To help you through this mixed up maze. I was searching for a way out, but have been free for many days. Read my words and you will see, that others too have been floundering in the sea. Sea of turmoil. But don't let anyone spoil life and it's many gifts. People take you up on high and then drop you down again like broken lifts. Justin let me be your life line, and remember you're only to call my name, and I will be there anytime.


Eating hot potatoes laying out on the couch... watching life from my patio... doing nothing but studying people... sour cream and salsa drip from my chin... as I realise the only way I can win over the challenges... is to be myself... I might be lazy and crazy... but I am still me. Free to wake up whenever I wish.... And put some spuds in the microwave.... And new meaning I have gave... to doing nothing much...


Fee II... Fee you're the only one, one who I have met yet who has left such haunting scars in my heart. I loved you are just words, but you are something my cool calm collected composure has unnerved. I hope that very soon we will meet again. May be we can be more than just friends. But whatever we decide. I will cherish you my dreams. Awaiting your arrival in your reality. Lets create our own... one less painful that one we have always known. Your touch , your kiss I miss bliss heaven ly bliss. Paradise is this... You in my arms. I find me writing poems of love... as if love itself is real. Only a few times have I ever had the joy to feel ultimate high I feel with you in my life... I don't need for anything. But to know that you are happy. Please be happy... happy with me??? Fee let me be your happiness... I feel at best with you.


Human II... I am human too... I have doubts... I try to talk to you... about what I am feeling... I might be foolish and young... but how can I become wise and strong.. if you won't communicate what you have been through. I know that the past is hard for you, to re face... You are human too... I may have different views and values but I still love you... Why must we pretend to be some stone carved beasts... instead of working through the hurt together... so we can find peace with ourselves and others... young and old... rich and poor, black and white... all unite to fight the inhumane... isolation and segregation. Dividing us into separate groups... the governments and monetary superpowers need not do anything... but let us tear each other apart... then come in and clean up the mess and plunder the spoil. And profit either way... whoever wins... I love you cause you are different to me... As one, we can conquer ignorance from all sides... I am human too... I have doubts... that this will ever be... But I still try by reaching people everyday... with what I do and say...

Medium yet to be found, of expression that will shake the citys and town flat to ground... I have my self searched as have many others before me... for other and new avenues to express their visions of the future and their horror with the past... for nothing can stand still and nothing does last... At war for attention, to see what we can do to take prisoners... with our art... brake down and tear apart then rebuild to our liking the soul and mind and heart... I may find this medium yet to be found... before much longer... or might have to wait till I am old... and too frail to share it around... but then again I remember an old man... a painter... I saw at an recreation village... After a few weeks we become good friends... that winter Jade got a bad cold... he was slipping fast... He was asking for me. I arrived... His carer and the nurse are crying... He told me... "I have a treasure of wisdom with I wish to share... cause lad you are some one for whom I care... You asked me about the medium yet to be found... but let life be the medium to express what you wish to share... I realise now, nearly at the time of my end, that I have been the greatest master piece... my always trying to be positive... I am sure did give... others a better out look... so the medium yet to be found is you... for each day you change..." He put his hand on mine... Looked up at me and smiled with what ever little strength he has remaining... His last words were... "Don't cry, I can die happy knowing I was the medium yet to be found..."


Was just the look on your face, that gave you away. You didn't need to say a thing... The picture did sing like a well beaten prisoner.... I now know you have just been pretending to understand, appreciate and love... me. Just for the company I am in this lonely city. Pretty pathetic that you used me like that, then again I used you for my own selfish uses.... love is one of kindest and cruelest abuses. So go and catch that lift out of here, my dear. I don't love or like you any less for the mess you leave me in.... for heart brake has a quick sharp end as it does begin. I should rely on my freedom for happiness... instead of always needing to be captured and tamed.

The hands of... on the clock are a compass... going, drawing.... full circle... seconds are needles piercing the clouded skin of the sky... just why does north have to be up and south down... Where does the line get drawn between east and west.... I am like all the rest.... just a traveller of time.... standing still for eternity.... dancing to the tock inside my head. This world is held together by magnetic thread...

Dana V. Do you remember me, or do you dance with the wolves forgetting those days long ago... the sun of the past has melted into the pristine white snow... the light of the stars which watched over us... as we lay in slight sleep in that old faithful bus... has it too faded... Don't ever feel jaded by time's and distance's demand to separate and grow... I know for myself I will always be thinking of you... especially when I swim in a cold sea... or dance naked on a windy beach... I hope my prayers for your wellbeing reach your guardian angels. I may one day be again privileged to share a little of your magic... you have cast upon me a feeling of wonder that I wish to always be under... seeing life from an open heart... Dana V. may laughter and sweet memorys fill your world... even if I am no longer a part... of the marvel filled world of Dana V... I love forever thee.


Time to take life by the balls... I don't care at all... what you think of me... I don't know what in your mind you see... But I've got only one thing to say to you... That's do all your heart and soul tells ya to... Things get tough, things get hard... but that is time to say no holes barred.... I got to let the world know... that I've got to let myself go. If you don't like me or my life, get your own... go take life by the balls... leave me alone.... Vulnerability is not what you might expected from me... But we all have our sensitivity. So do you want me to find yours... Just leave my private life behind closed doors... Get out of my face. I run my way and I keep my own pace... The finishing is not my goal.... I want just to enjoy my life before I go.... Time to take life by the balls... I don't care at all... Who, or what stands in my way... I am going to enjoy, even if a struggle, every day.


Analogy... Everything in life happens to be an analogy. Nothing is A logical... as truth and lies... they're one and the same... both fool your eyes... emptyness is an echoing crying... full of weird poetics you your self don't understand... pain is pleasure in the right hands... the heavenly can mortalize... just look a little deeper into your own eyes... a reflection of twisted glass... the future repeats someone else's past... shattered dreams, crystal bowling ball... three fingers stuck... can't get a strike at all... spare me the comparison. I already know nothing is simple.... but let's just not go... there inside the endless possibilitys... just realise all is as complex as dreams... a warning... not to believe what you think things are... unless you are confident in your stars.... but what if everything is a blind leap of faith.... nothing in this reality... is... don't you see everything in life happens to be an analogy...

Heavy handness... I just destroyed a fine pen with my heavy handness... as I do with those I love.... wanting to get the most of everything, I drive it to a blunt worn out end.... before it's time... it would be fine if it was only stationery I did this to... I know I have done it also to you... the paper of my poetry soaks up the blood of my victims, of heart brake. I hide my ache and pain behind the rhymes that dance inside my brain... manic is my hand writing and my life... I edit my relationships with sinic's cruel lino knife... on the floor lies more than the briefs of a brief affair... but the hurt that somehow I do care.... but still I push away those I love so dearly... with my heavy handness...


All you ever gave me was Bad Luck Burgundy Roses. You can't say you didn't know. I did hear you say how they grow... in the old church grounds... the first day they bloomed the chapel burnt down. Right from the day you were born... you were a sharp thorn. Now that you let me go, I dress in black and give some of them back... I hope they bring you the same... bad luck, misfortune and pain they brought me. I would never wish this on, give these to... another. But you were no real friend and no true lover. All you ever gave me was Bad Luck Burgundy Roses. You hand them to me so I'm sure to cut myself and bleed. This' not what I need. Your dark magic has a blood lust greed, it has to feed. Fully forgive you, I can't. Distrust has grown in my heart... like that bewitched plant. All you ever gave me was Bad Luck Burgundy Roses...


Glass crystal, dismissal of truth in every way. Your high rise castle will not silence what we say. Unstable, unable to keep living this convenience... it's too much a price to pay. Reach for the sky, head for a fall. You can't buy your way out of this at all. Your papers might fine print our letters and protests. But with the urgency of this reality... we won't rest. Until something does change. Something must change. Time to shatter your glass crystal and rebuild the palaces of diamonds.


You topia, shaping all things to a set design. What has remained untouched in the mind, a seed destined to be come what is planned by the over demanding one. 'Grow tree only to please me.' Rape landscape to make it enjoyable to see. But the trees cry and scream, as they are formed to be uniformed. Individual was reason enough to born... but I am told I must be a weed free lawn. No dandylions, no daisies. Just boring green I have to be... to keep happy these crazies. But one day when they’re not watching... and they think they have broke my free will. I'll show them all I have colour and excitement in me still...


The repetition of life, from one cycle to another... from Yin to Yang. From dark to light. From blind to sight... but I can't be bored any longer. I have made myself stronger knowing I don't know what to fully expect. Thoughts of suicide in my mind did collect like dead things in jars. But those deceased creatures have left their captivity and become stars. My future might end around the bend. Or might continue for millenniums with millions of more messages to send. I don't know for sure, don't care anymore. But whether I am reborn or recycled. Recharged or rejected... I am going to get as much pollen and nectar as I am permitted to have collected. Before the Queen stings me with her venom... death.


A week of angst. Seven days for which I put all those around me, deserving it or not... through hell. I blush now when I tell you, in privacy of our conversations... the things I had done. But at the time they seemed sensible and even fun. I guess I needed to get out of my system, that agro... that did start to grow... an alien feeling in my being. I had no chance of see what I was becoming. Just running blind folded by anger. I put an aggressive unaudible message on my answering machine. And if I did pick up the receiver... all I did was scream. I printed up a tee shirt that read... DON'T TALK TO ME. DON'T FUCK WITH ME. JUST DON'T... and wore it everywhere. I frowned at the most friendliest and kindest people... who were unlucky enough to cross my path. If it wasn't so rude... I would laugh to think that for that half fortnight... I was so stupid. I painted the walls inside and externally black. Wonder what the neighbours think of that. Might not ever know that, we aren't talking any more... because I played Death Metal on eleven on the volume dial. Not for a few hours or a few days. Just a little while... one hundred and sixty eight hours... The police came several times but they couldn't get beyond the garden... of booby trapped flowers. I might need to leave this town if not this state... before it's too late. And some else has a week of angst... and directs it to myself...


The second poem to the book I write for you. To look at it from a realistic view. I don't have a chance, romance my down fall... there is nothing at all romantic about me. I guess that way I can stay free. We both have fear of being betrade... made redundant... by someone hellbent on braking our heart. But cause of that we stay apart. A slim chance that you do respond. It's worth the effort... I might win you over yet... poem number two, to Laurel.


To Kate, could wait forever and a day, to hear you say... what I want to hear. To hold you near and dear and close... a rose a large black rose grows inside me... it's beauty, it's darkness makes it hard to say this... but it may... I do love you... be your kiss that will free me of this death black bloom... and the feeling of gloom... I pray my awkward words enter your heart... as gracefully as you enter the room.

A compass of friendship... that always shows where my heart again goes... like the needle pointing North... and the sun rising in the east... and it's setting in the west. A compass of friendship shows where the friends are best... and you a gypsy like me, always moving around... So in different directions this compass of friendship can be found... pointing. But always showing the way back to you... cause as a friend, I love you, I really do... One day again this compass of friendship will guide me back to you...


I am going to boomerang back... once I get back on track I will soon return... once I fix the stern. It has been a long time for me... floating out at sea. The lonelyness is starting have an effect. Find it hard... to connect words into sentences. And say what I have hidden inside me. But I have to now let this feeling and these words free. Magika... I love you. I really do! So when I get myself back on track. I will boomerang back... Back to your side...


Poor cell lin woodpeckers pick at termite treated pine... hungry children hurry to harvest oysters more shell, than flesh... before the consuming tide covers them once more... deafening drums dance decibels across the deep ocean... to reach far away shores... Princes send priceless plastics floating in reply... in an effort to ingest a war...sludge salted sea weed sprawls across the beach... tin terns and aluminium can crabs question the value of what lesson money teach... cigarette butt carnivore beasts spread nicotine flesh filled fish corpses as flags and flyers on a nationalistic day... silence steals the searchers' speech away... nuclear powered sunsets share scene with same sourced submarines... thoughts dance dangerously between night mares and holly dreams. I smell the steam arising as steel sun does rise... it's florescence blinds the eyes... the industrial innocence of discovery has been discarded for the incest of greed. To control our surroundings has become a need... that has left our soul to bleed dry of meaning...


Constant continuum considered certainty... But nothing is sure in reality... I worry not about the future nor the past... not even the present... for no defence do I present... I am here cause I want to be. I have to be... I can be... The knots in my stomach are not from nerves but comfortable laughter... about the forever after... Armageddon or Eden... or Heaven... or Hell... I believe in none of the above.... for all will be well if I follow my heart to it's heathen heaven of earth... as I live and abide. From man or immortal... I have nothing to hide...


I am my intuition... I foresee the future concerning me and love and lust... I will never go bust if I trust my gut feeling... sure that there is something, someone, somewhere looking out for me... sending me signs. I just need to be a little careful not to leave these feelings behind... in trade for what I want to happen. But I am my intuition... I can't lie especially to myself, not any more.... now that I know what I am here for... to follow my intuition... after all I am my intuition...

So far yet so close in my heart... and so precious in my memory... I wonder where would my thoughts be, if these things had never been... maybe I would have had them in a dream... The miles of distance only a few step outside into the mind... for I will never leave these adventures behind... treasured they are till my end... and you will be treasure also my friend. So far away yet so close in my heart.


Staring longingly at the outside world... like a house bound feline... sitting on the window sill... wanting to frolic about... in the open... but in this pen of a room... a little sanity comes via the warmth of the sun shine. It's summer time caress reminds me of better times past... and I pray many more to come...


Heatwave. I am a slave to... humidity... wraps around me like chains... my body is licked by invisable flames, sweat falls like salty rain. Even the wind does burn, the ocean is warm. The sun drys out the well sprinklered lawn. The dogs are all too hot and bothered to bark. The melting bitchamen sticks to my half dissolved shoes. I think of a cool climate somewhere over the other side of the world. I hope the forcast is that this will soon come to pass. And bring an end to this living hell is all I ask... But as sure as it has come, it will go. Then I'll be complaining it's too cold.


The weather is mode to my mood. I cry, laugh, sing or brood, depending on what kind of day it is. I can't help what I say or do. After all the weather affects you too. So please be kind and take into account... it is just that bad stormy days make me sick and so do the overly hot. You say I'm never happy with what I've got... that isn't true. I love spring and autumn days of mild and clear skys blue. So I just might expect a lot. I'm trying to be the best I can... with what I've got. But if you think I'm angry or rude think again. The weather is mode to my mood.


Your muddled words do wonders... they unmuddle my mind... in a thousand directions my thought fly... leaving the tears and sadness behind... I see that love is real. I've got the best emotions I can ever feel as a rainbow of smiles... falling like rain.... I have reached those sweet highs again... but this time there is no coming down.... for this is where I belong... you and your muddled words have shown me that I could have been here all along... all I had to do was let go.... of the pain my past did know...


The needle is loaded, so is the dice. You've only got one chance... but you took it twice. Hell knows you're lucky. Heaven knows for how long. You'll be in big trouble when your luck is gone... you dance in the hungry fire. You tease the flame. But do you realise she'll remembers your name. The high is tainted with the after price. The devil has signed a contract for your sacrifice... You have given it all... heart and soul. To pass the test of fate. You want your life back, but now that's too late. No chance but to play by ear. End is close, your finish is near. You die like a star... you have nothing to fear.


Don't feel bad about what you do... if all you are being is you. I love you more for doing that... than being something you are not... high hopes and expectations I have got... but I am sure I can handle a little spoiled hope... I am strong, I can cope with what ever comes my way... So be honest, what you feel please... say. Remember I love you whether you are by my side or miles beyond... myn or another's. For you I will still sing a song of endearment. However short or long our time shared... I will treasure what we spent... together... So do my friend what you must... but I will fondly remember you forever...


Confused by, scared by the feelings inside. Afraid to take the risk... heart pines in memory of a time... that will never be mine. Superman I can't be. I am only me. Plain, open, unwrapped, no trimming... but I pray I can be winning your heart over. I will be yours in whatevere capacity that might be. Afraid that I might fly away as well. I might one day. One thing I can tell you, is no matter what teasing things you will do... I will still love you. I know we all play games so I am prepared just the same... I want a whole lot more. But I don't care at all... if it does never come to be. Most important is that you are still with me... as the treasure of my heart.


A little heart brake is better than a lot of loneliness.. I will miss things that never were I guess... but I will also be happy for the things that were... the time with her. Her magic, her soft spoken words, the song I sing in my heart for her... is sweet as the one sung by the birds... in love with the day. I can't say in words what goes on inside me... but she has my whole world in her hands... upon her answers balance my dreams and plans. I can't help but love her... even if I end up again by myself... for alone is my destiny let it be. But I am glad of the time, I had with a beautiful person as is the... woman now with me...


In the sky draw a line, half be your, half be mine... in my half I will write your name and half a love heart... hoping with your half you will do the same. The clouds may underline and highlight our expression of our love for each other... till the end of time. So explorers and lovers will look up above and see the love artistic on canvas blue... At night the stars will shine up our painted sky... to tell the world of the love of you and I... With joy and marvel in their hearts birds will soar all so high... The angels will sing songs about us... Holiday declared in our honour... for the world decides it is a must to love each one, great and small... for the love we have has conquered all...

Met some friends along the way... took a detour... that's O.K.

... ended up in a bar... had no plan to be where we now are... just followed a new guiding star... falling from the sky... Don't know how I got here... but I know why... sat listening to and partaking in some great conversation... Things that just happen, at the most convenient times... laughter from funny one lines. Changing this dismal day of mine... The worst morning ends up being my best day of all... magic happens whether it be large or small... this chance meeting changed my plans... I find myself... laughing and smiling again as it comes to a close. After singing and reading poetry with a desert rose... what tomorrow brings who knows... But sure to have a little marvel grow... in the next coming day also...


Pure misery envelopes me, my spirit once lifted on high... A balloon sailing upwards on the wind but it burst, falling back to ground with a bloodied thud. If only the midflight was where I can always soar. Anything has to be better than this crash, then orbit existance.


To climb the rainbow to heaven, to find peace in my own self. Is there anything more than mortality... searching for the allusive pot of gold.


Valkyry leave me, don't you see... I am no warrior grand. I wish not with blood to stain my hand. I may die as I stand by, singing out a peaceful cry... That none seem to hear. But I won't be... feasting in Valhalla, my blood thirsty dear.


Prima materia which are you? gold, silver or mercury... Are you salamander? dancing in the alchemist's fire. A witch's broom. A spell cast room.


Xenoglossia... I talk of things I not know. I speak in some one else's voice, a tongue of a stranger. There is a danger that I may be misunderstood. Because these words are not mine. Are they evil inspired or soully unholly divine. Xenoglossia...


Ride the steel bird back home to me. It's always out stretched... Wings to carry you safely over spans of sea. The world gets smaller as you peer out of it's belly eyes... leaving one world behind to discover another. Miles in seconds you cover. Soon we'll be back together, my lover... may the wind blow gently on your steel bird, you have double come, you've kept your word. My song of love on ocean breeze you have heard. So now I wait for bird to land. And I can hold you again. Then in one another's arms we can really soar. Find a paradise island live there... in love and peace forever more.


One week with an angel I met in heaven, returning to her after more than three months... to spend three weeks back in Utopia. Dreams to shape, to make real, to find where we fit in... together, alone, or a mix of both. Will distance and time leave anything to find of what happened those many months ago. She is deep within my heart, like a cavern of jewels... hidden by a mountain of soil. And she is like a possession of my soul... but she keeps my dreams and sleep peaceful instead of them spoil. May these three weeks lead to many more... Because she has made me felt love in a way... that it has never touched me before. It seems so short but better than one or two. And for now it's the best I can do. Three weeks back in Utopia.

I see the smile, hidden in your eyes. All I know is that your feelings you can't disguise... forever and one day. You'll have to let go of what's inside... before you explode... why be afraid to be happy... Why be in fear of laughter when you set free... your high... You feel much better, after. Don't care what strangers might think, do or say... A song and dance brightens my day... with my own happiness I chase the rain clouds away... with this same who cares what others want attitude... let's play the game of life our way. Sure I see people staring at me... if they want be sad let 'em be.


Fringe blend into horizon... blue meets red as day ends. Departure of friends, to go off to places of festival hearts, fire filled diamonds and spiral green rainbows... Meet again we will... where ever our cross roads show...


I'd like to say I just like you, cause I don't know you. Might do if I tell... how you capture me under a special spell. Autumn red locks that chain my heart... and sweep the darkness aside and apart. The light of your smile makes midnight bright... gives me sight of heaven.


Importance, what is it? To be free to be loved. Can there be both or is one a scape goat of the other. Gypsy or Romeo poet or lover... without passion, without ransom. Without me. I write ghosts of noise, spirit of sadness... or fantasy of gladness. Importance, existence to keep alive, be strong, to be me... who am I?


A feminine, masculine war inside. I don't know where I abide. Gender politics don't interest me. Even though they will affect my reality. But I won't change, even though have... I feel good, and I feel bad. To come out still doesn't free me. Why should anyone care what preference I have, or what I be. It's no bodies business anyway... My heart wishes it wasn't so large. With my emotion, I want to take charge... instead of letting them run away. Yesterday I was bi... Today I'm hetro... Tomorrow gay. But happiness is not myn any way. So he and she have a tug a war of my heart... will the rope snap... will I fall apart...

Red and blue and white... The flame, the sky, the light... I see your red lips smiling along with your beautyful eyes... blue is the bruises we got making love... your white skin shines in the sun... like silver foam on the ocean... give up the colours of the rainbow. But I will never let go of... Red and blue and white for those sight and heart hues... will always remind me of the most precious colour of my visions... you.


Smoke ring cafe, blowing along the esplanade... wind carrying kites of dollar bills thrown here and there like ox shone gamblers not seeing... the wears of their bids... just acting like kids. Wanting more, bigger toys... phones rang calls... social business of course... air of importance in the voice. Cigars, imported exotic cigarettes, stare at filth they once knew but now forget. Money has bought their memories... The hell of places like these. Big blue suits... or hip hippys... be on your way before the dagger looks are thrown... said without audibles... Go away, go home... but my joint burns brighter... with less smoke rings and more deeper inhaling.


A frozen feet, numb heart, leaving that, girl behind or is it, the lorry and I standing still... this Tazwegian and the mountain north of Hobart leave us behind... like as if the road ahead is a tread mill... She and her mountain fill my mind... the horizon. I find myself mumbling as the driver curses the sharp corners... But she... Mountainia would never let me really leave her... for a frozen feet, numb heart are still mine.


A spoken words night, ends with me blessing and cursing the light of day... one time I didn't get so involved in poetry, actually I used to hate it. A whole lot bitching new agers / old times complaining about the past and the future... as if they really matter. I still think they don't instead I live for present... but leave the other measurements of times behind... by having my say poeticly in front of a mike... so when are you getting up here... well!


I see inside my dream... A chair where I wish not to sit... but somehow it is where I seem to fit... the colours almost drab. Shadows in the corner. Is this my past but always following me pain... that I can let go of but decide to keep just the same. Over me towers... the financial success I could be. In a way... on the right? is a dark mask that I have had the ability to see at last... I am afraid of theses many images that are more than a dream... and their reality causes me to scream but as I feel fear the shine of the chair... is drawing me in all the time. All I can ask... is this destiny? Is this chair really mine?

Another day of questioning... I don't question anyone of their reasons for existing. These blue uniformed officials insisting that I justify every action... cause they have reason to believe I am of no constructive input to society. I don't want to give any support to a system... that allows these power hungry thugs to rule the roost... to pick on the already under privileged... for some ego boast... they and their peers... of lawyers and business people... are no better than the unemployed and youth... they brake whatever laws they think they can get away with... and often do cause they look respectable... while us... the gypsys are probed until they catch us out on something...


I've got the wings and I'm ready for flying... Well she just got there in time... I have to now get another flight... But she is with me... all is fine. I spent with her the night... in the park beside the zoo... and did what we had to do. I am so glad she made it in time... now she is mine... we wait for when I return this way... so I get the first flight the very next day... and as I flew away... I remember how she did say... Telling me if I will make it in time...

Tempting the flame to consume me. I don't need anything but the comforting heat. The ashes my remains, sweet but hard to explain... how what hurts calls my soul so strong... is this hellish heaven where I belong?


I don't know what to feel, too many feelings to pick just one. Like the rainbows and their colours of sun and rain. Confused again... my heart and mind... is it me, my friend or foe. What I feel I don't know...


An old man with grey and long hair and beard sits on the cliff watches out at sea... for signs of whales on the horison... blow hole mists... above the waves like steam of kettle... there she blows.... Time for tea. Whaling is over... drinks a warm cup of coffee. Remembering harpooning days. Now skeletons of long ships caress the waves. An old man with grey and long hair and beard... reminisces of time long past. Anchor up , sail away, full mast...


I make love with pen and paper, a smile rises to my face. As I put all these emotions in their proper place. Anger now lives inside screwed up paper... in trash can. And laughter dances as stories of peterpan... I feel so very happy that the ink and papyrus do choose me to join their partnership. I judge words on the page to find where best they fit. The amazing art that flows when I most need relief... for the poems and stories I write bring my heart peace... a magic, a mystical realise... of pain deep within.


A nude chick with hippy like dreads... swims naked in the surf. Her nakedness she is proud to show... to child of mother earth... for naked we were born and naked we die. Nakedness is the beauty of cloudless sky. For why do some think it is such a bad thing... for much art and many songs a master does paint or sing about the beauty of the human form. Why the big deal... why the storm... for if you wish not to observe... look the other way... but I enjoy life's art whatever form it takes...


Whisked away like windswept cloud... I cry aloud... you are gone from this mortal world... so beautiful and young... my angelic girl. You never did belong down here... in such a dirty septic land.... As you flew away I held your kindness filled hand. Your body left behind... in my arms, drained of spirit, void of life. It wasn't right for god or destiny or chance... to give me such a beautiful yet short glimpse of heavenly things... I have been missing you ever since. But the little good in me... angelic girl you did see. Now you do protect me from my own foolish heart... like a twin... brother and sister... we are always are a part of each other... though now we are so far apart.


Death one day will come your way... as it will with me. But now is not the time to set your spirit free. For the world needs your kindness and magic and caring heart... to rebuild, a better world from the remains of this one, all so quickly falling apart. People like you who... can show us all that love must win. Things are slowly changing for the better but the betterment has just started to begin. We need your strong but understanding heart to beat forth a song... that so urgently needs to be heard. Let us listen to your wise sweet sounding words. So don't give up.. I don't know your fate... But the things you can do... I am sure are wonder, grand and great.


A many time lost pen... embraces many womens' and men's fingers.. feeling the emotions of each writer... sits in pocket next to drunk's change and lighter. He used it to write his tab tips... Abides in nightclub girl's handbag... by the side of a bag full of trips and makeup. A red Russian writing on dunny walls protests about communism's brake up. A tattooed jailbird scribbling his bank holdup demands, wishing he might get caught... for nothing is here for him on the outside. A cop filling out the jaywalkers tickets. Protester's list of supplies needed for the Jabaluka... A drover replying his precious letters from friends and family. A poet... the last person to hold this pen until it dried up... and went to a place where it was free from feeling.


Another empty inkwell, writing to the angels, praying to the devil. Unsure of where you are going. Storms rush on in... is this at last, the end. This world has little left for you.... but what can you do. Not knowing where you're going, after this dance of terra firma... Is there a dance in the sky. Is the final move, here on earth, the only world I am sure of. For no god, do I know, to me no answers has showed in my senseless search. A curse, this spirit... this soul. For beasts of the field and sky just live with the roll of time's tide. With no question of how, or why. Why me, why you, why must we do, the things that only raise more questions? Not knowing the connections with the out side universe... too caught up with the inner universe, we make of our own devise. Our gift of thought is many times a curse. To be free of the need to know I would give all things as a sacrifice... The need to know, the purge of not knowing.

Somewhere else, but I am here for you... I would drop my dreams... my plans... to reach you... Need for one thing or the universe I will do what I can to supply it... if you wanted it or need it... I would give you my blood and heart and life... but thankfully you are not that vampirish type... your eyes still haunt me though... I wanted too, go to where you were going... So until you return to or I come to visit... hold on to the hugs and kisses I send via these 75c Oz dollar aerogrammes... might not ever be made to feel the same again... the laughter, the tear, the pleasure, the pain... I am somewhere else but someday not too far away... we will be in the same place... you can then laugh at me once more... I don't care... I love seeing that smile on your beautious face...


Desperate, seeking something you are afraid to have... So when it comes your way... you just run away... is it a waste of energy anyway... if you going to stay... with what you've got... your lack of stability proves you have lost the plot... your real reason for doing things you have some how forgot... Turned back to an old selfish page... that history has held in store for those... who don't know what they are looking for...


Paper mermaids await to be freed by the pen... So they can again sing siren songs... sailors, ships, drowning victims all sing along... Well their ghosts at least... but until the paper mermaids are free... they will not have peace... and be able to go to the place of the water spirits.


It's nice to have someone... who'll listen to what I have to say. I know I am not insane... But too often people pretend to

be listening... but don't really care about what I have to say... their eyes and their heads hum little tunes... and they often look away... So as not to let one know... that their thoughts are all over the show... anywhere really but with you... So thank you for being a good listening ear... you are really a good friend... So if you need someone to confide in... to me you are welcome to draw near...


An extract from the book... Dana. V.

written by anthony james day

copy write ART & SOUL Co.


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