Tag: poetry
So hard on myself, not good enough
You Are Free – 29th September 2001
When will you be free of everything inside?
You want to hold and touch
But your demons hold too much
And familiarity breeds contempt and lies
Why does freedom make you feel so afraid?
You always run and hide
Your demons satisfied
Sinking deeper into your comfort made
Where will it end, the cycle to be broken?
Your freedom won
Your demons gone
Just memories of a past life never to be spoken
18th Oct 2024 – I think that this was a message to myself. My life was heading towards another change and I was asking myself lots of questions which ultimately led me down a dark path for a while.
I Know – 27th September 2001
I know all the reasons
I know all the excuses
I know how to fix it
I know how it’s broken
I know I’m not stupid
I know I can beat this
I know about good
I know about right
I’m still learning about myself
Chains – 18th September 2001
Big chains cover me
Bind me to the ground
Wrapped up inside myself
Unaware of all around
Heavy weights labour me
Tapping without sound
Scratching in the dark
I’m waiting to be found
The Age Of Melancholy – 15th September 2001
It is reason lost
A light diminished
Words evaporated
All hope expired
Where did it come from?
Why is it here now, stronger?
Growing each day
Overtaking our existence
Look Brightly – 12th September 2001
Like soldiers, youth marches on
Some victories, some defeats
This life is a grand war
Drummed to many different beats
So look brightly to your future
Your days may end with this one
Don’t fear the many distractions
One day, they too, will be gone
What’s In There? – 6th September 2001
I see her sometimes lost
Unclear, wandering, isolated
Searching for something far away
Blind to solutions near
Sometimes forceful and defiant
Determination found then forgotten
Slowly slips away and meanders
Back to new avenues for exploration
What’s in that head of yours
That pulls you apart so deeply
And stops you from finding
The light so obvious inside?
18th Oct 2024 – Written about Lorraine, an attractive co-worker who I pursued, eventually becoming on-again, off-again partners. I saw a kindred spirit of someone with mental health issues.
So Long… – 14th August 2001
So long since I held you
Now I feel you again
Gentle in my hands
My very favourite pen
What words we’ve missed
In all that time
What memories lost
In my lazy mind
Will you come forth again?
Keep my juices flowing
How long this desire burns
I’ve no way of knowing
18th Oct 2024 – After a crazy four years of living life, rather than writing about it, I found myself returning to the comfort and safety of pen and paper.
Closing Scene – 13th August 2001
It must be the end if all the zombies are dead
They kiss, the sun sets, nothing else is said
*June Of 44 – Hopetoun Hotel, Sydney, Australia – 11th August 1999
For some reason, I had it in my mind that I saw June of 44 a couple of times at the Hopetoun but research seems to suggest that this is the only time they visited.
You remember standing next to the pool table with TLJ at the back of the room and chatting with Jeff Mueller about Ramona Lutz, who was briefly Squirrel Bait’s manager and a one-time pen pal, who hipped you to Rodan and other cool stuff going on in Louisville. At that time, you had just recently received a letter from Edward Lutz, that Ramona had passed away after a battle with cancer.
Great band on top form. You don’t recall the support bands but it may have been… a name you’re blanking on right now but can picture the cover of their album….
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