Million Billion Trillion
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sail The Wildest Stretch
would you sail the wildest stretch just to feel the force of the waves?
LOVE POWDERFINGER!!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sap!
the airspace from here to there
and every plane that flies
and every star it passess
every song and word thats uttered
and every drop of rain or sweat and the spring and autumn trees and grasses
the leafs, the exams, the flings and girlfriends
the drunk serenades at the bar
the pavement squared are numbered
and all the quiet is measured too
and the nights ive spent dreaming of you
and calculating the ways to make the huge space smaller, which so far just includes putting your name somewhere safe and praying for God to bring our moment closer.
cynic
hard fact 1.1. (study of the truthful (no reason to lie) confessions of the dying)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Balloon Rum Appendix Amine Mourning
and i listened to some burnt blue CD's and cried so,
that the ocean was outdone and crept back to the sea with the tide.
Monday, May 24, 2010
bedouin soundclash - trend souls
have a listen to more...lullaby 1259...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
i feel like i am a lost balloon
and tell her she is as beauitful as every woman
and lovely enough to be loved
Still I want to speak to her quickly whilst no one is looking
and tell her that her dreams are not foolish
(and that even though she feels like a lost balloon, the sky will lead to somewhere)
the day job
with 17mg midaz
its all about laying lo
we'd make a met call, she'd make an alter call
watch her resps as she re-emerges into a world
she does not want to know
this drug induced halo, chicken parma glo, her words were slow
she cant think of why or how long ago
and my questions are like therapy bubbles
that we laugh at when they vanish
cigarette burn on her inner thigh
an enveloped message from the inside
to stop what ever it is that makes...
its f-ing difficult, all of it, thats my line of advice. i know that. but why i dont know why this little fledgling wont fight.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
wit konynsssss vir new Papa
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Lord
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Beetle
paraded its body like soft fingers
alone and proud
under a glorious spotlight
captured moments of living like grass waving
(made my heart soar)
breathing the current
tiptoed off the stage
without taking a courtsey
and was crushed under foot of a passerby.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
social justice soapbox
and I think im going to cry during my speech. I have this volitle lump in my throat which is the only way my body can say i hate some of the ways the man made world is.
how do we, the government, the people, get from rhetoric to commitment?
how does Ruth get off the soapbox to stand on the ground?
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today I
saw him let go of his catch
that would have filled his belly for years
and return to the plains
to hunt again
everday day of this life
prize the lamb from the lion mouth
to fight the fallen's fight
the world feasts
but he will never eat
(he is the kindest, bravest, strongest man I know)
question
- why australian defence recruit stand outside med library ?-
Saturday, May 15, 2010
This is for calling me Kate
- let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day -
sidenote: sinead o'connor is star dust
Friday, May 14, 2010
tutoring fresher chem, (salut stephen bose)
lets try and nail this unbalanced equation first.( its year 10 chemistry stuff)
i think she wants to be like me, further amusement, maybe its my cool new boots, but she's got no freaking idea what it takes to be me
the pains i go through to strech out a single degree out over an entire decade.
i mean i remember my first unbalanced equation and it was when i was eating tim tams with mon and bea in late prep and by the time ive made it to the back of the book, ive pulled out my first grey hair. how many millions and billions and trillions of tiny wars have a fought with myself, for myself, just to be myself.
and non of them matter as the one in the heat of this moment. so i start there with her, balance the oxygens first and then...and then...and then... (such impervious dreams) fight this one....then fight the next (such impervious wars)
and so on.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
pound hearted.
big long suffering street
makin' friends with strong rosey things
where he said he sought out the far out way in the late afternoons
but came to find more hapiness in the crowded street first thing in the morning.
(this is all part of it, these laborious steps, this weariness of soul; and i know its part of running, part of the approach to 'giving my all' one day. Long big suffering street ha)
dont you dare quit.
Monday, May 10, 2010
little love kite
into the blue purple of deep nite
and wait for the tail to wrap around and sail
me to the places i can't go when im awake
relapse.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
lucky
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
"no traveller returns" ham
almost
she sat
and talked amongst her self at the
flower shop
remember franz
said if she'd stay long enough she'd catch that
(he had pointed to a group of indistinguishable busy people)
he looked wise and handsom
she had wanted to throw herself into him like liquid
why on earth didnt I
(i mean besides the fact that franz is a hallucination, there still has to be a better reason than that)
Monday, May 03, 2010
Sooo tired, sigh
if the morning is cool
lie in
skip school
its better you teach anyways
better the way you cannulate,
and explain ecg's
tell the pneumothorax jargonees where to go
dont postulate infront of us, we perfer color pictures, please,
(and use the patients name, for f*cks sake, they're not thier disease)
were all robots and idiots if we dont remember these
what will become of us
in a matter of time
if we recollect the pathogenesis and forget the names and faces
astronaut in relationships
the ground between us
space is such a small place compared to what i left behind
im an astronaut jan
your watching from the earth
Orbiting as you delay
breaths when we hit the black holes
control tower lost touch
you bury me alive, fold the flag, find a wife
re-enter, inspire before the molecules have hit the sheets
pulled away from your arms and rolled onto my side to face the window and glimpse the stars, why dont you understand, im an astronaut, jan
Sunday, May 02, 2010
grey hair
i lept at it. ripped it out and held it in my hand. still glowing with a life source of its own.
then i spent the afternoon with micheal and his love troubles with my mind all switched of to his worries and faced the ambivilance of mine. i am young and old.
i have an exam tomorrow that i wont fail. but i think im going to fail. and im afraid im getting too old to fall in love and have a family of my own.
and im also half thinking that its either this is all just a really long phase of patheticness or that perhaps i am infact, just being retard at all the pivitol times.