tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22419831522271535082024-03-14T07:04:16.635+11:00space is blue, and birds fly through it. Folded, formed, flying through space,
Not linear, not cause and effect
Antipodean karma
Central construct of arbitrary,
Of random life events
Of the inability to predict,
Or blame
Our control
At beauty in cruelty
And ugly truth of joy
At seeing the world
At folding its meaning into a portrait that can seem so fickle and be so permanent
And
In its every nature,
Define the moment. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-81898969106616510412014-04-22T11:42:00.003+10:002014-04-22T11:42:49.905+10:00ghostHer nail polish was chipped and her hair was wet when she arrived on my doorstep.<br />
I thought she was a ghost so I offered her a cocoa<br />
<br />
She seemed of and not of<br />
in and out of the hour<br />
Spinning whilst standing still<br />
<br />
It made me dizzy<br />
I closed my eyes and she kissed her hand to mine, with strength and gentleness.<br />
<br />
She told me her life in still images,<br />
in screen shots and flashes<br />
<br />
It didn't all make sense, but it felt like sense<br />
it was made up of ear pops at high altitude, and endorphin rushes,<br />
Of wrong steps and cigarette burns<br />
Of hard breathing and the smell of bleeding<br />
<br />
She stabbed me with the memory of the knife. <br />
And with the memory of dying she killed me.<br />
And with the sensation of ending, she calmed me.<br />
<br />
She showed me her life.<br />
She showed me it all. <br />
<br />
Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-75178162435950884952014-04-22T11:33:00.000+10:002014-04-22T11:33:19.773+10:00don't scald yourself on the bathwater<br />
Burns your feet, makes them so hot they feel cold.<br />
And you always expect it to get better<br />
You boil slowly without noticing<br />
A frog on simmer<br />
Need to count your heart beats<br />
when you talk<br />
boom boom boom boom boom boom <br />
getting faster aren't they?<br />
Speeding up?<br />
You're in the hotseat now<br />
It's only a matter of time and money<br />
and time is money<br />
so really its all about the cash.<br />
Pay up<br />
run<br />
run your rat race<br />
on it spins,<br />
don't fall - no take 2s allowedTreeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-7717825907728960422014-04-22T11:28:00.000+10:002014-04-22T11:28:09.028+10:00Because it's weird when women shave their arm hairsThey told her the clothes clothed her in self respect.<br />
The coverings covering the body.<br />
<br />
They told her freedom freed her, from control of men.<br />
And from female concepts of feminine.<br />
<br />
They told her working would be working towards equality.<br />
House wives and house husbands in proportion<br />
<br />
They told her to carry on, carrying on until things got better,<br />
An indefinite juggling act with inexperienced jugglers.<br />
<br />
They told her progress couldn't progress overnight.<br />
She'd never asked it to.<br />
She just waited patiently in the kitchenTreeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-54315472418022821642014-04-17T16:36:00.001+10:002014-04-17T16:36:19.560+10:00She walked the streets naked,<br />
With old dried flowers clenched in her left hand,<br />
Lillies, and babies breathe withered and brown,<br />
Long stems grazing the sidewalk<br />
<br />
The street lights were on at dusk today, and the sky was clear and smelt of wet dogs and car fumes and takeaway containers abandoned in the sun.<br />
<br />
She veered to the left and to the right, keeping no pace and forcing no direction, she staggered in sobre drunken circles, <br />
<br />
She wasn't crying, her stare was vacant and blind, she curled herself around an oaktree when she found one.<br />
encircling it, and by encircling it, being encircled by it until it felt warm and soft,<br />
<br />Until vines crept up her ankles, and stole her dried flowers, until the weight of branches closed her vacant eyes, until the hole in the trunk where creatures lived could be seen through her stomach.<br />
<br />She left the world through willing,<br />
She become part of the world with willing. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-4159078132510252742014-04-09T12:49:00.000+10:002014-04-22T11:46:12.184+10:00Open eyes<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Not watching. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Showing.</i> </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Thought you’d
understand. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Eyes are
windows right? Transparent and fragile, fragile to a fault. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Can’t poke
‘em. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Fractures
occur, </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Cracks that
dribble all the way down your cheek. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I paint my
love on your face with fingers that shake and feel every prickle of your beard
as they trace, </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Down.
</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Voices are
loud in my head. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I'm not crazy.
</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Not crazy
voices, just ones that tell you he’s not perfect, but neither are you, or over
think things. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Often. </span></div>
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<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sometimes
banging music quietens the cacophony, sometimes it doesn't. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In bed, in
once clean sheets,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">It’s cold. </span></div>
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<br />
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">My arm hairs
stand to attention and the electricity runs up my spine </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And hot, </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The sweat
droplets on your back coat my fingers. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Arms get in
the way of holding you so tight. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">This is making
love. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Can't voice
the look so I just hope you see it. </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I hope I see
in your eyes what I see, </span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div dir="ltr">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Not just my
eyes reflected back at me.</span></div>
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</div>
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Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-25555060605774221372014-04-06T20:59:00.002+10:002014-04-06T21:00:16.892+10:00Red and blueI died,<br />
In a room with yellow walls<br />
In a bed with blue covers that I'd slept in before,<br />
In a moment much like the one following it and an echo of the one proceeding.<br />
I exhaled.<br />
After drawing my final breath. After seeing the loneliness beyond the moment. Of hearing the world more loudly, less clearly, a faint rumble of the end.<br />
Distant but no longer distant.<br />
<br />
I cried,<br />
sobbed after I died, lying on another bed in a room with red walls<br />
and blue flowers in a vase by the door.<br />
Words hung in the air - floating like literate plumes of smoke<br />
from mouths that exhale truth and pain<br />
on red lips,<br />
that catch blue tears - salty and scared.<br />
<br />
I ran<br />
After crying, after dying, after the moment had passed.<br />
Ran for miles in the wrong shoes.<br />
Till blisters formed and bled.<br />
To see beauty in the world.<br />
To watch the sunset reflected in the lake in the heart of the city,<br />
To read shakespeare cross-legged on the floor of the library<br />
To hear eclectic music played by eclectic people on street corners<br />
And see families shopping<br />
ad people fighting, eating and living<br />
To carry on,<br />
The way humans do.<br />
Ran to keep running<br />
<br />
I laughed.<br />
At the absurdity of rain<br />
At the coolness as each droplet tattooed my face,<br />
At the journey it had made from a muddy puddle,<br />
to a blue, clear sky<br />
Only to fall back down and hit my face in order to float back up.<br />
At the smell of rain,<br />
At the women who run, clickity-clack of heels in puddles and newspapers held over heads to avoid getting wet, as if it will help.<br />
<br />
I laught at myself, alone walking through the rain and laughing.Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-62233577464234744562014-03-13T14:53:00.001+11:002014-03-18T13:12:41.964+11:00RingSomething’s missing, from your finger,<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
A please remember of your previous body, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a forgotten love</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a broken promise, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You rub it absentmindedly, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Its absence sits in your stomach’s pit.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In a misjudged extra step of a staircase,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Your foot falls like you through surprisingly empty space. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nothing’s forgotten, not forever, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But nothing is forever either. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Time will change, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Your new hands will become your own. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Your fingers will learn new shapes, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hold new hands, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Caress new bodies. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But for now, he still lingers, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In what is missing, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the knowledge of what is gone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-84304337707095841512014-02-27T15:47:00.000+11:002014-03-18T13:15:47.486+11:00To the boy that I've been stalking for over a year, I'm sorry - but I thought you would have noticed by now. I've been harboring this 'not so secret thrill', this 'spinal chill', this 'if looks could kill' deal for you since, since,<br />
since Jesus was pre-pubescent, since moses was sent, since I didn't get asked if I wanted a plastic bag at the supermarket.<br />
<div>
For a while right?</div>
<div>
And this is all secondary - my point being that if looks could kill - then man -<br />
you would drown me, or burn me, or maybe just complete me.<br />
<br />
<div>
<div>
Drowning in the need to be surrounded by you, to fall deep into this well of love- I would sacrifice my air and my life to be held by you till the end, </div>
<div>
On fire because well, you're hot, and I'm worried it's superficial, a simple delusion and that touching you would destroy the illusion. </div>
</div>
<div>
But not worried enough to stand back - hence the death by fire and the life by desire. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
1. You are fundamentally attractive - and by fundamentally I mean - you define attractive for me, the closer someone looks like you - the more attractive you are.</div>
<div>
2. I often walk past where you work to see you, even after dark falls and my chances are small - I cut myself of their fine and hopeful edges.<br />
3. You have a great smile. it hits me in the chest and sends me floating spiralling away.<br />
4. You hold my story -my indiscretions and my glory - my bumps and bruises and lovers and abusers in that simple and solid storyboard of bus-stop emotions when we check in. Cause we check in. A 'what's been happening with you' 2 minute conversation that gets uploaded to the data bank of ''I share to much with practical strangers'' - but any way.<br />
5. I like your girl friend. I think she's down to earth and beautiful - but hey, I can pray for the rubber band man in you to decide on a rebound relationship and smack into me latter.<br />
6. Part of me stays in this city for you - and the hope that these hopeless hopes will come true - see I've been broken like glass - resurrected myself with equal parts perspex, glass, glue and spirit - and broke a few other peoples in mis-directed revenge. I'm ready to sit on the wings of the bird that thinks to itself at every moment of its journey "I'm exactly where I want to be" </div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<br />
But this is not a 'think quick! heart drop kick moment- it's percolated for a while - its strong and at risk of leaving that bitter taste of another mislaid plan of mice and crazy women.</div>
</div>
Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-73501579229558513642014-02-27T14:44:00.004+11:002014-03-18T13:16:13.224+11:00I think I like youYou were carrying my heart at a distance like you didn't know what to do with it.<br />
Would it stain your shirt? <br />
Would it hurt?<br />
You can see the answer now- trust your senses.<br />
<br />
We fit - like hands clasped on cold mornings<br />
or old couples snoring<br />
Or jeans stretched and shrunk into the shape of your ass.<br />
<br />
Ask me - I'll speak truth<br />
For<i> </i>I'm convinced you could steal it from my mouth,<br />
swallow it with a kiss<br />
and heal my scars<br />
<br />
Words aren't necessary,<br />
just read my body - my forehead against yours,<br />
my body tescelated to your curves.<br />
<br />
In uncomfortable comforting crazy embraces<br />
In upside-down spoons and long lazy conversations<br />
Take me<br />
I'll run with you,<br />
I'll chase the days you've seized and the hopes you have.<br />
<br />
I'll fill your self with self esteem,<br />
you will fill mine with safety.<br />
<br />
Before you leave<br />
like me,<br />
say it - tell me in more than bedroom eyes<br />
<br />Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-82063435949148525342014-02-19T16:14:00.002+11:002014-03-18T13:16:43.391+11:00Find Your NameFind your name,<br />
<br />
in the dust where lines are marked,<br />
in the puddles where water hits, and hits and hits,<br />
in the smelly bits,<br />
in the uncomfortable conversations and the awkward silences,<br />
<br />
Find your name,<br />
<br />
in the ruins of your ancient relationships,<br />
in the adventures of your hormones during puberty,<br />
in the indentations your feet make in the sand at the beach,<br />
deep and chaotic and unique.<br />
<br />
Find your name,<br />
<br />
this is for the 14 year old convinced she's too old to have a first kiss,<br />
to the soccer player's near miss,<br />
to the quiet tsss in a moment of anger.<br />
to the child in all of us, that sometimes doesn't walk on cracks.<br />
<br />
This is putting the I in ID, the me in meaning, <br />
this is about who we are. <br />
Your story is the only story I want to hear,<br />
who are you?<br />
<br />
Are you your mother's daughter, you sister's brother, your lover's lover?<br />
Are you the friend till the end, the workaholic, the flirtatious drunk or everyone's bad day tonic?<br />
Are you defined?<br />
<br />
Find your name,<br />
<br />
We hurtle in tandem,<br />
in a frantic silent disco,<br />
to our own music,<br />
our own beat,<br />
our own rhythm,<br />
our own song.<br />
<br />
But throw your arms around me,<br />
'Cause I'll hold on,<br />
I'll learn your beat,<br />
I'll feel your story,<br />
<br />
Welcome to the world<br />
rejoice at its simplicity,<br />
it's complexity <br />
<br />
its tragic communities,<br />
and its joyous solitudes,<br />
<br />
Find your name - its in that music,<br />
its in those spaces, the corners that lurk in murky moments of confusion, of gray morals and self made delusions,<br />
It's the first step in this conclusion,<br />
<br />
Find your name.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-33546522729771523922014-02-19T15:29:00.001+11:002014-02-19T15:29:11.348+11:00Welcome to the New WorldKeeping pace and holding tight to habit.<br />
Fattening your hollowness with McDonalds pregnancies and memories of lost futures,<br />
Split second moment miss-steps.<br />
You need to twist the lense of your focus to the left - pull in closer.<br />
Make moment to moment decisions, don't predict living in 20-20 hindsight fashion. It cannot be forecast or foretold.<br />
<br />
Life is a present moment on indefinite repeat - each one different, each one related, but not Newtonian. No causation found. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-75312116299766513912014-02-14T10:38:00.001+11:002014-03-20T15:15:15.044+11:00Life By Firing SquadMy back grazes gently against the brick wall of my past- graffitied with a WRONG WAY GO BACK sign, it rudely presses into me to remind me forwards is the way forwards.<br />
I savour moments between shots, air to drowning man, water to the desert wanderer. Bare feet in sand curling toes on the final goodbye to a summer holiday.<br />
'Come back', they say - expectant of abandon.<br />
<br />
I breathe in the air of clarity - of remembering the last time life shot me.<br />
Didn't see it coming the very first time - that was nice, lamb turned away from the knife.<br />
Nor the second, as it tore into me from a different direction.<br />
Now life has shot me so full of holes - I am shadow - bullets have trouble finding their mark.<br />
<br />
A shot of heart break finds no heart beating.<br />
A shot of death ache finds no tears leaking<br />
A shot of regret finds no stomach dipping<br />
A shot of failed hopes finds no purpose slipping.<br />
<br />
I am shadow - light and flitting through the murk of night - the shades of gray I paint upon my body - spread my story to the wind. I am the shadow of the girl who was shot by life, I am strength and weakness in one.<br />
<br />
Oh yes - come at me life! Hit me with your best shot, fire away!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-70906990401844836482014-01-29T09:08:00.002+11:002014-01-29T14:52:14.946+11:00Trace the story untold,<br />
through misty eyes,<br />
pools collected<br />
unattractive statements are falling.<br />
words.<br />
All you have now,<br />
Control<br />
All you haven't<br />
Mother knows best seems a venomous phrase,<br />
Which mother? Is all the voice echos,<br />
Which mother?<br />
Regrets collecting in the footstep impressions you leave on your path.<br />
Showing your route through time.<br />
Through dimensions of emotion you never thought were real.<br />
Through hiccups of contrariness.<br />
<br />
'I want to break free' plays on the radio in your lunchbox car.<br />
You hum along with absentminded accord. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-22841366135476611552014-01-24T16:45:00.002+11:002014-01-24T16:45:38.746+11:00I'll trade you a lifetime of no regrets, I'll trade you better safe than sorrys. I'll trade you one drink too manys and a few wrong turns as I leave you.<br />
I'll leave you.<br />
Breathless with running late.<br />
and strong with catching up. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-61863502622033125632014-01-24T16:42:00.002+11:002014-01-24T16:42:56.348+11:006 o'clockFrom one dandelion blew a thousand wishes - too many to place limited hopes and dreams upon.<br />
They danced through space in chaotic pinswheels of untapped potential. <br />
One lighted upon a nose...before....aitchoo .....off it flew, tumbling into the adventurous unknown.<br />
So every wish that is sighed, under cloudy skies, when the wind propells the dandelion seeds through, may catch the spare magic and may come true, the wind, it whispers,<br />
"make a wish," it says, " wish on me." Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-321094010411087832013-11-08T09:54:00.001+11:002014-03-22T16:59:51.345+11:00Stolen YouthI stole a child today, <br />
from a life she was set to lead, <br />
adorable innocence standing, eyes wide, hair clean, <br />
put her in my pocket and snatched her away from a mundane world, <br />
<br />
Showed her the city skyline ablaze with lights, reflecting purple haze across the skyscraper sights<br />
took her for magic carpet rides on the floor on my living room rug, <br />
Held her close, <br />
Made her honey on toast, <br />
with butter dribbling down her chin,<br />
<br />
Taught her foreign tongues, and the madness of the imagination <br />
Saw her first successful bubblegum bubble, <br />
and her first whistle, <br />
Built the tallest card castle, and then knocked it down, <br />
And danced in the rain -<br />
yes, <br />
danced in the rain, <br />
like our lived depended on it, <br />
like the clouds were performing for us, <br />
like the clash on the crash was the thunder and <br />
the strobe of the lightening was lighting our night, <br />
As each puddle shivered, <br />
As each pellet splashed our faces, <br />
laughing in the face of cold and wetness, <br />
<br />
Held her hand,<br />
Listened to classic rock<br />
she should have known,<br />
before the boy made her feel small,<br />
<br />
Gave her a gold fish in a round bowl, <br />
to realise the subjectiveness of reality, <br />
And the tangible is ephemeral. <br />
It sparks out, and dies, <br />
like all beauty, <br />
like all things<br />
end. <br />
<br />
Stood facing into mirrors, <br />
so she would see how she'd grow,<br />
into me,<br />
to be<br />
a little girl chasing butterfly and boys all her life. <br />
Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-66209943320425620822013-11-08T09:38:00.001+11:002013-11-08T09:38:27.581+11:00rubber band man<div align="left">
The man rebounded, tennis ball on elastic, </div>
<div align="left">
trampolining through another heart</div>
<div align="left">
in order to repair his own, </div>
<div align="left">
<br />Vicious cycles of like attracts to like, </div>
<div align="left">
<br /></div>
<div align="left">
Relief sighed through his shoulders, </div>
<div align="left">
that she didn't love him, </div>
<div align="left">
need him, </div>
<div align="left">
forsee a future for them,</div>
<div align="left">
temporary recklessness suited them bother, </div>
<div align="left">
use each other, </div>
<div align="left">
balance against, </div>
<div align="left">
counter, </div>
<div align="left">
till strength returned, </div>
<div align="left">
and blinders would fall</div>
<div align="left">
and for the first time, </div>
<div align="left">
in a long time</div>
<div align="left">
he'd see he wasn't alone at all. </div>
Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-56407813013111547192013-11-08T09:34:00.001+11:002013-11-08T09:34:12.942+11:00snowglobeyou invaded with pruning shears, <br />
secateuring your self in unsuspicious friendship, <br />
into my heart, <br />
seeped into my habbits, steeping in the liquid of my life, <br />
becoming quietly important, <br />
solidly permament,<br />
in context.<br />
Don't break out, <br />
I hold you in a seperate snowglobe of security, <br />
don't disappear, or invade my bubble, <br />
I'll visit yours, <br />
It suits me better. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-18544053443710210222013-11-01T11:17:00.001+11:002014-03-20T15:20:03.419+11:00Moon Echo MorningBreathe in, out. <br />
exhale night on morning air, <br />
moon dreams on light <br />
and hear, <br />
bird songs and wake up calls <br />
and snooze late alarm bells <br />
and early appointment nightmares and...<br />
stop.<br />
skim your leg across his waist, <br />
drape yourself, <br />
skin on smooth skin<br />
lips, not quite touching, <br />
bodies, not quite solus<br />
eyes, not quite closed. <br />
<br />
Breathe in, out.<br />
finger paint lazy figure-8s on his chest,<br />
as it rises,<br />
and falls,<br />
he brushes your cheek<br />
feather light<br />
touches your lips<br />
slow<br />
kisses your eyelids<br />
tender<br />
<br />
hard not to feel naked, watched, admired,<br />
with feather light gentleness on a moon echo morning,<br />
difficult not to want more,<br />
not go faster<br />
not push stronger,<br />
<br />
<i>but this burns longer,</i> you say<br />
<br />
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Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-76023738148560598782013-10-28T16:33:00.002+11:002013-11-01T11:28:21.672+11:00hassle houseA husband lied to his wife this morning,<br />
5 o’clock shadow cast across his lips<br />
Still poised open<br />
As his eyes flicked sideways.<br />
<br />
A sister went to school sick to the stomach,<br />
Fearful of staying home,<br />
of being a hassle<br />
In a house of hassles<br />
And cracks above doors that slammed<br />
<br />
The boy who played cricket left handed<br />
Left silently, like usual<br />
After sleeping silently,<br />
Living silently<br />
<br />
Tucking under his left arm,<br />
His four leaf clover collection <br />
in a postage stamp album,<br />
He ran away from this hassle house<br />
And never said goodbye<br />
<br />
The house sat in the city<br />
By the park that measured time by the back and forth of the swing set<br />
and the light that blinded off the silver slide at 4 in the afternoon.<br />
People played and fought<br />
Made love and sandcastles and dinner and lies.<br />
Told secrets. <br />
Threw tennis balls<br />
and sticks and stones insults<br />
And tantrums.<br />
Heart beating,<br />
Children breathing<br />
Passionate life, <br />
<br />
It all surrounded the hassle house this morning<br />
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each following their calling, each falling as Alice down the rabbit hole, </div>
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making life altering decisions, with little thought, </div>
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because this was the only path, </div>
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And it looked straight from the road. </div>
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Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-40586199926765115292013-10-28T14:59:00.000+11:002013-10-28T14:59:10.735+11:00she couldn't lie and he asked difficult questionsBroke through small talk constructs,<br />
Knew her face through story board life lines<br />
Key points and summerised chapters<br />
He was the exception to the rule,<br />
The trust singular<br />
Couldn't stroke the cheek or grasp the secure embrace, but each could hold their stories straight.<br />
Would not break,<br />
Fixed and permanent<br />
Constancy, amongst the mockingbird worldTreeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-4309430367767997542013-10-23T16:22:00.001+11:002014-03-22T17:01:11.275+11:00MindStranger you are<br />
-stranger than me.<br />
in that way, everyone is.<br />
what thought migrate across your mind,<br />
do they ricochet? pinball style.<br />
do they flow?<br />
Do they move in<br />
saccades stochastically st--turring <br />
their way through,<br />
are they firm?<br />
fixed?<br />
honey?<br />
Plasticine?<br />
<br />
Mind<br />
I Mind.<br />
Yours is sex to me<br />
let me arouse your mind,<br />
I mind.<br />
<br />
Turn me on with theoretical physics and philosophically conclude.<br />
Argue right wing economics and left wing politics<br />
and that<br />
intelligence is beauty,<br />
beauty is intelligence.<br />
<br />
Tease me,<br />
I'll rise to it,<br />
<br />
thwack it back, relaying wit until its thick in the air,<br />
until sarcasm and superiority hang in the air,<br />
like unwelcome tobacco smoke.<br />
Mind me,<br />
home in arms long enough to encircle my spirit.<br />
it's big.<br />
stranger,<br />
we've never spoken<br />
romance is fabrication<br />
carry on with your book,<br />
and don't mind me.Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-1044549156849706752013-10-23T16:15:00.001+11:002013-10-23T16:15:42.229+11:00cool<br />
wet,<br />
interlocking chains, <br />
held beneath<br />
cool<br />
wet<br />
interlocking fingers,<br />
<br />
Seated, on thick rubber,<br />
kicking woodchips with absent-minded abandon.<br />
places, phases<br />
chapters in life,<br />
locations<br />
are warped by memory<br />
of years of self produced propaganda<br />
Reinforced bad days by added gloomy weather.<br />
<br />
On reminiscing, music disappears - lost sounds dim and smell rises.<br />
Of food and sweat and soap and sunscreen<br />
of petrakor<br />
the smell of rain on dust. Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-60007605621731957402013-10-23T16:12:00.000+11:002013-10-23T16:12:02.254+11:00Discover you,<br />
adventurous explorer me<br />
mapping your moods, your faults,<br />
to see the unmasked hero<br />
weakness<br />
don't be an open book<br />
a face-value man.<br />
<br />
Have to run a mile before I give an inch<br />
but<br />
if you get even an inch<br />
you have me,<br />
I'm yours<br />
hook line and sinker<br />
lover<br />
loyal<br />
I don't trust easily,<br />
I fall hard<br />
graze my hands and knees when I hit the 'in love' concrete mentality.<br />
But I've always been running on netball courts.<br />
<br />Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241983152227153508.post-90375406867339961342013-10-23T16:07:00.001+11:002013-10-23T16:07:56.424+11:00ShowerWe shower for longer now,<br />
as children protesting water -<br />
become adults who<br />
demand it.<br />
Shower longer, scrub harder,<br />
later soap into sinful crevices and<br />
dirty surfaces.<br />
Shave growth,<br />
wash away the dirt of the day<br />
of a life that never used to leave you<br />
unclean<br />
Stand in the downpour, as the tears fall, silent splashes in a room of splashed,<br />
melding into shower water,<br />
condensing,<br />
diluting,<br />
washed away so quickly,<br />
they were never really there.<br />
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<br />Treeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088819187125746730noreply@blogger.com0