Poems

December 25, was always the day Christmas was celebrated since I can remember as a child...

For...

The memories we've shared are coming back to haunt and taunt me
​​​​​​The memories of you hurting me...

I am feeling pain.
Deep interior mental pain.
It burns my brain.
Like noxious falling...

isolation burning the soles of my feet
the sting of the desert sun
upon my raw bloodied skin...

Whether giving, or receiving, or the love, that you are bringing, just keep on believing, and breathing, go...

It's sight invokes the memory
of yuletide from my youth
a garment for the ages
...

(All throughout the day
kookaburras in eucalyptus.
From the headland trees
Brush back...

I've got a strong soul
Well, that's what I'm always being told
But the voices are still there...

Darkest night before the dawn
the eve of when a hope was born
chambers, mangers alive, anew...

It's Christmas morning
and Stacy is just getting out of the shower
She's completely shocked...

Put a piece of ice under your tongue
in minutes it will be completely gone
Such is life...

I will never be a touchy feely
hands on huggy bear..

Tis the Northern European
in me...

After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more sans eight Reindeer forsake
played cow...

You loved so much...

You would have done anything to take their place...

It's difficult...

GoD... cOUldn'T makE tHe
fuNeraL
bUt WAs pReseNt At tHe biRTh
hE Couldn'T stOp thE...

Alien
worlds.
Different.
How
different?
Very
different.
...

will you tell me the story
of how it once was
and tell it so slowly
that flavours...