to you
there is
no end
to misery
to me
the end
of you
cures
my misery
to kill
or
not to
kill
Procrastinators
everybody wants a piece of her
yes yes yes
she over commits and
feels anxious to start anything
there are so many fishes
in the sea
busy busy busy
he doesn’t like to sit in boredom
hoping to catch one
it’s a long way off freedom
who knows what tomorrow holds
let’s all wait for
the last minute revolution
what if I fail
what if I am not good enough
what if I don’t matter
how about I never start
It’s not what it seems
a chaotic mind
requires
an organised space
that’s why
I make my bed
everyday
I tidy up after myself
as I go
a calm appearance
hides
a turbulent mind
that’s why
I make conscious effort
to breathe
I delay in responding
to mayhem
Deception – painting by Jen Coffey
Lotus
I was born of murk
you believed in me
with your unwavering love
I stand tall in the storm
rise sacred and pure
Janis
Janis
you were different
from the folks in Port Arthur
the industrial steam
did not offer you
freedom of creation
Janis
your heart was dying
from the lack of belonging
they laughed at you
for your pioneer expression
they rejected you
for your diamond sparks
Janis
you dimmed your light
by being mellow
if you didn’t
they would fall with
hostile cuss
Janis
you were a firecracker
short lived
a fulfilled life in explosion
the world paid attention to
who you are
Ageless
when we were little
we kissed
then spat on the ground
where a seed was buried
hoped a tree would grow
when we were parents
we spat venom at each other
hoped our children
would grow unaffected
when we were old
we spat the dummy at our children
hoped they didn’t notice
we have been toddlers in nappies
all through our life
hoped no one would ever
point a finger at us
the terrible twos
Celebrity
desire is pulsating from
his hungry eyes
the intensed emerald orbs
are like lasers
piercing through
her protective aura
she is fearful of
the rawness of his passion
frighten of her vulnerabity
under the naked eye
she puts out the cigarette
retrieves to her carriage
where the billboard is out of sight
she covers her flushed décolletage
with the scarf
clears her throat
and continues to read
to her husband who
lost his eye sight
in a recent car accident
Forest child – The Green Collection
he is quiet and reserved
enjoys the company of
trees and wild plants
birds and insects
are his family
he tells the time
by the shadows of the woods
he knows danger
by its sound
he nurtures his soul
by going deeper and deeper
into the forest
he wears moonlight
dances by the fire
sings over the wildflowers
sleeps in the cradle of
the jungle
he is a forest child
full of vitality
harmony
and
enigma
Please don’t hate me…
Between commitment
there is time in a day
there are days in a time
we find ourselves
in between commitment
a cup of tea
butter the sky
listen to the birds’ gossips
drift to here and there
enjoy the me time
many mugs of coffee
painted all moods of the sky
witnessed the birds’ territory battles
trapped in the gap of in between
enduring the sorrow of
going no where
Flicker of Thoughts 