Here's to the people
who not only help me
but give my life purpose
and direction
even if I've lost it.

They come into my life
at the lowest point
of time
and consistently remain there,
boosting me.

Help
is such a generic word.

The help
they give,
gives me confidence
and a sense of pride
in what I can do.

The only response
I can give
is gratitude
to you
for everything
you do for me
and have done for me.

Fire dragons from the ether within my dreams I am such, for a spell flames
Destruction invades my moral mind

My battle of the night to explain my woken day seeks my mortal mind, what we do in
Life echoes in our silent state, in sleep

Seep towards the expanse of night what it hides divides my woken way from dreamscape where I am imortal until woke

I seek what hides beneath the veil of plenty
That which lurkes between the ground I walk on and the unending expanse of night

A hand that's held out,
To offer help to all.
A voice that's gentle,
In its welcoming call.

Shoulders that bear,
A load without complaint.
Even on days,
When you could faint.

An attitude of forgiveness,
Devoid of grudges.
Where the lines of hate,
Become mere smudges.

Warm and fuzzy feelings,
That radiate from within.
Makes love the answer,
The antithesis of sin.

I Will Meet You There.
Poem

On the days I miss you most,
I Will close my eyes and sleep.
I Will meet you in my dreams
in a moment we can keep.

I Will meet you with a hug
and with things I want to say.
I Will meet you under the sun
or a different place each day.

I Will meet you by the river
or back at our old home.
And at the times I cannot find you
In my dreams I shall still roam.

So does Love

I'm alive
Right now..because of You

I'm ashamed I'm not strong enough

But I'm also enjoying
Being Spoilt
By your Love
Your Care
Your Kiss
Your Existence
I keep wondering if my Higher Power
crafted you....JUST FOR ME

I've come to the conclusion,
the one to break through all my illusions,
what conclusion is this,
the delusion of the subtle faint hiss,
some can't audibly hear through the silent noise,
the ambience of solitude,
a backdrop that nothingness exudes.

I love my microwave
so beautifully balanced
on the top
of my large black bar fridge.
I had a large
brown
microwave
previously.
Shaya and I
bought it
at a garage sale
not far
from where I used to live.
After about
twelve years
it eventually
stopped working.
We replaced it
with a black microwave
which we bought
at JB Hi Fi
in Camberwell.
Shaya
measured the space,
researched the capacity
and we went there together
and bought it.

In love with her own
Demise

Messalina
Demi-gorgon
Her flowing limbs
The ministry of her eyes

The fibres
Of her sex hairs
Dark from bathing

Like a neon light in a darkened room my
Eyes are consumed by the iridescent display imagine a rainbow on the darkest
Night what a display to view an image

Hewn from my imagination such a breathtaking display from my own point of
View like the aurora Borealis my mind scatters thought far and wide too deep

To hide but yet unknown from self as I
Stoop to hide from reflections and others
Views which make no point or contact
I am an ambient source of light my own

I went to bed and said my prayers,
Now I lay me down, free of cares.
I wished to swing from a mighty tree,
On a half-inch rope, wild and free,
Like Tarzan did, so bold and sleek,
A thrilling sight each single week.

I prayed for the rope, with hopeful plea,
But like a dope, it came not to me.
So I asked my dad, with hopeful start,
And he got that rope with a loving heart.
I was a good boy, to say my prayers true,
My dad came through, just like dads do.