as good as it gets.

i will say thank you
for the honesty
our conversation did provide

i will say fuck you
for the outcome
our conversation did provide

i will say i understand
because in truth i really do

i will say i'm fine
because in truth thats all you need to hear

i will say alright
because even if you dont believe the least you can do is pretend

and eventually i will say too late
when you realise this is
as good as it gets.

real things. part 2

one day
you will
realise
just how perfect
it could have been
had you actually
looked me in the eye
and said
sure
yeah
that sounds good

but until then
i'm too tired to go out drinking
pretending to actually like the company of the friends you keep
i'm too tired of pretending full stop

i'd rather be real
at home
making music
or listening to music
or painting
or drawing
or writing
or just being
real

the blue room

the blue room

is where we lay in slumber

lost in the space of each other

the sheets a mess of tenderness

smile into his chest

the warmth of you seeping into

this worn out mattress

as we fall into each other

full of some unknown endless hunger

i am in love

i am in love with the mere memory of it all

oh my beloved

you are mine

sweet blue room

sweet bedroom eyes

taken from my travel journal 11 February 2009

dug up by your neighbours dog.

you cannot fight history.
it has been
and will always be
as it is
as it was

it maybe disguised perhaps by some new change
or it can be hidden beneath a vast landscape of excuses

OR

it may be buried in the neighbours yard
where now you must only fear its submersion

heaven help the day

it's dug up by your neighbours dog.

untitled

she is having nightmares

about the dog that scared her face

and all i want to do is walk down green parade

and sit in my orange afternoon and smell the rain.

i looked at Australia today

and saw the burnt land

the dry leaves

and the bluest bays

i can remember being able to smell the rain before it fell,

the tight feeling of sun burnt skin

and salt water hair.

i am beginning to miss.

very much.

come sit by the fire.

come out of the night
and sit by the fire
it knows the story
you've not the energy to tell
after such a journey
through the storm outside

let you feet
sore and tired
warm inside your boots
let down the burden of your pack
and let your back stretch in this heat

the eternal furnace that glows before you
burns not only in front
but through you
reaching past your experience
to simmer your memories

the fire knows what it must be
to be you
it knows the road
was long and perilous
it knows you've seen more
felt more
earned and lost more
then one would like to recall

so come out of the storm
and sit by the fire
for it knows the story
you've not the energy to tell

the best person i could be.

i want you on my team

i want you to feel what i feel

i want you to understand

how it is

to be on this side

on my side

and yet

we are disconnected wires

crossing and fusing at odd ends

we are half lit up Christmas trees.

faulted and misused,

we are wasted and misguided.

and i cannot promise what i cannot keep

but i can attempt to carry this

i dont want you to see me as more then i am

for i dont want to disappoint

but this is no disclaimer

this is just a warning

what i want

i fear

does not exist

for us

but if it could

i would then probably be

the best person i could be.