Occasionally a bone would speck this clearing, relatively shiny white and new. Everythings relatively new, this old cattle ground is only old because it once was a cattle ground. It seems life and death is decided here quite often, it still is natures battleground. This clearing is nature now too, as ants cover it and logs, dispossessed – and emus in the early morning. Nature is monstrous, even on this dull cloudy grey day. Nature has birds singing and trees rustling. And a roo standing in the distance listening for… Read more Old Clearing →
The truck rumbles passed I fumble the past. Memories trickling into the present. It’s time to keep walking. A change of pace or that my legs are sore.
Sore fingers, tired eyes.| Dull ache in the head| My throats tired, nose is blocked| I’m stuck in bed.
Conquest, eeking out all over. It’s in me. I can’t get it off my skin. I can’t shake this feeling. Shattering any good I thought I had. As if that is what is good is bad. Good? Bad? Conquest is eeking out all over.
A gumnut branch still full of life rests on a broken tree A plastic bottle shines. Bones of ancients rest like the shoulders of our giants. A red roo the size of you stares me down the path. He watches for a moment, jumps away, Thankful he let me pass. Shadows of skeletons rest on the sundried stump showing the suns strength. The blackened patterns on for the show, Stretch and shrink in length. A pink seatless bicycle with shiny white tyres. No grips on the handlebars except two zip-ties. … Read more 28/02/2019 →
Beauty slaps it’s beating heart in my face.
Every day. Every day.
It’s blood splatters all over me and it falls into my hands.
I choose to put it on a pedestal
Because what is life without its beauty?
It’s dreary and not worth it.
What is beauty without life?
I don’t think it exists.
How do we even distinguish them?
A part of me feels like dying And why shouldn’t I be able to ebb and recede? Nature does it! And aren’t we all just a stack of bones dutifully reflecting our nature out into our world? I’m part drunk and stampeding through rough bush in thongs and boardies, Crashing through trees, like waves crashing on me. On the verge of sobs. I’m part able not to be sad because that’s who I am. But right now, right now a part of me still feels like dying. Why can’t I… Read more No questions please, →
The greatest fear of the refound man is a weak mind The trials and tribulations hold strength that he finds, Memories fade, searching he seeks time Confined fighting a war, serving the peace sign Written by anon-