Category: Introspection

(1990. Whilst walking hungover? along St.Kilda Road at 9 am.) The street gleams with its dirty coat of dust and rubbish and exhaust fumes, like a fat and sweaty bloke walking too fast. My stomach turns as though to be sick: a moment that passes swiftly, leaving me, trembling and not...

(April 1999. Another restless night, again.) I saw a black rainbow this morning it shone on the shadow of the sun and everywhere I turned or ran Armagedon had begun ––– the Horsemen fell from out the sky (and raindrops thick as blood) and where they slashed and rode...

(28 September 1999. This came out of my own internal war between the New Age and the Corporate community. My cynicism often left me stranded in the no mans land in between these two sides, taking flak from both.) The winds blow cold tonight, this night, solstice eve, and...

(June 1999. Millennium… The result of another sleepless night.) The night grows cold clouds fill the void between the stars and this Earth this land that birthed you and I Hold me closer for fires of destruction rain down on these cities centuries old looking in to the maw...

(Started in 1994, completed in 2003) silence cycles of a repertoir of words, cutting quips, nothing original, new. silence defying time, change, situations remain the same, in this stagnant pool  of ideas like convection currents the same to and fro of echange recycled by old voices cut down by...

(1995, a haunting dream at a time of spiritual crisis) I am the Rock, on which a Church has foundered, and I long once more for the simplicity of fishing… for all that I built, in the name of Jesus has collapsed with corruption and guilt. Oh Father forgive...

(1992. after a visit to Hobson’s Park, Traralgon, Vic. Aust.) Its been a long time since I put pen to paper in a maner most lyric, nor have I placed well chosen words about some idle thought; yet I find moreover, that I’m at a loss to extol the...

(1990. After a particularly savage nightmare, the opening dedication for the book, “Wake in Fright” readily came to mind.) Night encroaches on me now. This twilight quickly fading and with it, my last hopes, and aspirations… It’s a starless night; again no moon or street light, only the glow,...

(for Michelle R. 1991: taking a break on Ninety Mile beach during a weekend of, Weekend Warrior Training, at Dutson Downs, Vic. Aust.) Footsteps in sand wash away in the tide: Time does the same for you and I. ...

Reflection A hidden lie The mirror of eyes Fragmented thought A shattered ego The world watching one man Glowing moon A shimering outline The twighlight fast fading Images cast A stary sky The shadows devour me : A quivering flame   on a wax candle. ...