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The following Ode is for a man that I greatly admired.
Ian Cookesley was an enormous source of support and encouragement for many students at NIDA and he continued that support throughout his long professional career, particularly at The Melbourne...
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How can I bring myself to tell you,
of our love this dispensable injustice,
my resolve must be, has to be stronger.
How can I love you anymore than I already do?
How can I stop crying tears so many?
When I know Ive lost you,
not my love,...
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Is it Real
The morning light invades my dream
I see my first thought of the day
The same one as every day
My eyes can not see this vision
Though it has a familiarity
a constant picture
of my tunnel
of my peace
I see her with my...
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i waited for a river and a teardrop arrived
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one heart bursting with energy, a white light breaks into every direction, souls dive for cover, we wait, we hide, we ache to be free
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its a...
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four o'clock crawls,
nearer to strike,
a quiet knell within,
memories now only,
of soft foot-falls.
claws tapping tiles,
my pug's personal,
arrhythmic carillon,
peal to appeal,
for dinner call.
a hollow echo,
the distance per day,...
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Our Halls are Empty
our halls are empty;
the house is silent,
motes slowly drift sparkly,
in sun stream lightly,
animating our,
freeze frame home.
pale paw prints,
gossamer thin gently,
stamped on tile tops,
adorn the floors,...
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Tectonic plates,
of my existance
grate against me,
slip, slide, grind, tear,
cannot continue like this,
immersed in endless pressure,
assaulting from every direction
only conclusion is,
quake. Disaster,
frission crack
running to...
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It's so dark now
The dreams come
Every night
Nightmares, really
Tried to run
To hide
It never works
Have to sleep
Have to dream
There's no escape
No way out
Try to be positive
Maybe some reprieve
But it doesn't work
The dreams come
...
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When I was young
Time had barely begun
I find myself looking back
Then reality strikes with a crack
To look forward is to find peace
The past will never cease
For all things yet to come
My will, my heart are mum
I must look forward to the...
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COLD FLESH
Darkness falls around,
cold bones,
they eminate,
cool flesh
and sightless eyes
the unblinking gaze
stares on
from cold flesh....
Cold Days
Cool mornings,
damp air
quiet peace.
Kitty's play,
forming new...
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I was caught by this
But still open to the sky
I found an answer
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There's a clicking noise
I hear it outside
It balances itself between
The popping sound
Of the ice in my glass
The cat sits
In the window
As if hoping
Something will happen
A bug will zoom by-
A fly or a butterfly
And the world will...
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A sickle hangs
In a dark sky
A thousand breaths
Have formed the mist
That hangs
Just above the
Cold, wet ground
Stars hang
In the balance
So very few
That shine
In a dark sky
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I woke up this morning with
That cat upon my chest,
He fixed his orange eyes on me
And purred his very best..
He said to me, it's daylight,
There are morning jobs for you.
Like let the chooks and ducks out
You know, you always do.
I...
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I sat there looking
At the swirls in the carpet
Wondering where it all went
The strength it takes to wait
Is almost more than I can bare
It's so hard not knowing
But harder if I knew
Things wouldn't work out
Waiting is all I can do
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Sometimes I wish my ways were different, That I wasnt the same
That I didnt try so hard, that I stayed off my game
But I put work on these females, I got em on lock
Have em wondering, did he love me, or did he not
And truly I dont get it, I dont...
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Do you blame the cat,
when it kills a mouse?
Do you blame her for her joy,
at its slow, painful demise?
Do you see cruelty in her glare,
a purpose, cold and calculated,
or does she destroy,
with glee,
without will or purpose?
The...
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'You cannot roll with me,' said the Big O,
'but perhaps you can roll by yourself.'
'By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself.'
'Have you ever tried?' asked the Big O.
'But I have sharp corners,' said the missing piece.
'I am not shaped...
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Extended bays of silence
With beige jaws protruding, I
Can see no point from which
To look out. I only wish to dive,
Into the water, and make my departure
Make for someplace less naturally blessed
And more intellectuallyculturally...
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Somebody has been lying in my bed.
She was an impudent, bad little girl, and set about helping herself.
Or so it seemed.
She was a tired, fragile little girl, and there was nowhere else to sleep.
Ungrateful girl, I gave you shelter, you ate at...
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