Death to Life

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When I was uninspired and nibs-dry, Benjamin and Bree worked their creative magic to collaborate with me. Here is the poem we wrote together. Bree produced the audio. I hope you enjoy this little piece of reading words and friendship, more importantly, remember to reach out to each other if you need a little inspiration and TLC. 🌻💚

Reading of “Death to Life” by the creative trio.


Is there any life inside this brittle heart of mine
I am cracked to the core
All my light has leaked out
I cry out for nourishment
Someone to restore

A desert flower thirsting for rain
A deadwood feeling lost in a spring forest
The craving for life intensifies
In a world of splendid landscape

On my shoulders I carry the weight of suffering
Oceans of sadness and mountains of pain
A gazillion negatives that lead to unnamed anxieties
Pure darkness seemingly the only respite

And yet
Sunrise delivers a new day
Rain brings forth tiny sprouts
New life stirs within me
Signalling the promise of growth
I reach out to the light of life
Pushing onwards towards hope

It Is What It Is

Writing with Little Charmer was very effortless, I feel we write in each other’s space and it blends. I hope you feel that way too when reading it.

From what happened
Between us last night
I have a feeling
This has potential

I even contemplate
to stay for breakfast
skip work
and love on you more
But after my first cigarette
I realised
for our art to be perfect
I must play the escape artist
once more

You see I cannot give you
What you want
Unless we can agree
To take it slow
I may not be sure
Of many things
But my fear of love
I know

If that’s not enough for you
We’d better call it quits
Not everything has a happy ending
Life can be a hit and miss

Sweet Nothings

Please don’t say
You love me
If you expect
To hear it back

So many times
I heard those
lovey dovey words
They meant nothing
in the end

I hope you could tell by the style of the writing that this is another collaboration between me and Little Charmer.

Mermaid Dreams

This is a collaboration with Michele Lee inspired by our shared love for the nature and friendship. I adore Michele’s work and recently read her novela Her Costal Cottage. If you haven’t already read Michele’s work, pay a visit to her blog My Inspired Life, I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I have been.

Image by oneinchpunch

A playground first encounter
two shy girls found each other

A friendship bonded by quiet giggles and thousand smiles

Best Friends Forever sealed with a pinky swear
while painted toes pressed into the pearly sand

Promises made when forever was cloaked by the misty gray fog, carrying the secrets of unknown tomorrows

falling gently on their straw hats and small hands busy adding broken shells to their sandcastle kingdom

where two mermaids could live
when they weren’t underwater exploring

The crystal blue above and the deep turquoise below
blending, swallowing shadows and fragile castles

as two little girls left the beach,

side by side skipping, singing, and hand-holding

half buried, a red bucket and spade forgotten

Friendship to me represents endless happy moments spent on the beach.

No Need to Argue

You say you
Can handle it
But that’s not
What you do

I saw tears in your eyes
Drowning in sadness
But you are too stubborn
to admit you are shit at this

I don’t think
I’m the one
Who doesn’t
Have a clue

You put on a brave face
Thinking I didn’t notice
Let’s be done pretending
Breaking up didn’t cut both ways

*This is one of the collaboration pieces I did with Little Charmer. I have always been inspired by her originality, writing with her has been way cool 😎. If you have not experienced her wonderful work, check out her blog Ramblings of A Fragile Mind.

Retrograde

This is the 7th poem written with Bree Leto. It has always been a joy to write with Bree.

Inspiration erupted
when you crashed into my orbit
I should’ve been glowing
and we should’ve been shining
Instead
We are going backwards
and I am watching myself in retrograde
Shrinking into the dark spot
Tainting the silver moon

I wish
some strings were not pulled
some turns were not taken
I wish
the luminescence of your existence
was enough to light our path

Two hearts aligned
should have beat into
a new song of tomorrow
But as you shift forward
I drift backwards
alone

Ripper

This is a collaboration with Stephen, thank you for writing with me. If you like reading a good thriller, check out his book Beneath the Surface.

Shadows lurk in dark alleys
Death walks a sturdy stride
No sense of guilt he carries
He feels no need to hide

Precious daughters went astray
Roaming White Chapel streets
Outcast in a city so rich
Devoid of mercy, as he seeks

Saying he wants company
Of a woman so fair
As he pulls out his knife
Into flesh he will tear

They say he’s but a ghost
Out to exact his revenge
The law does their utmost
The crimes never avenged

Publication – A Collection of Paintings and Poetry

Sydney emerging painter Virginia Bucknell and I co-authored a book “A Collection of Paintings and Poetry” which was published by the Ark House.

We had our pre-sale today at the Creative Soul Market at Marrickville Town Hall. Here is a photo of us at the stall.

Virginia and Cassa

The book is also available online:
Ark House Press
Amazon US
Amazon Aus