Do we ever get tired
Recharging our hearts
Rebooting our minds?
Taking old wares
For someone to buy?
Sayings recycled
Every single day
I love you
I wish you were mine
Daily dose of colour
If you wish a change
Cover us in glitter
Start a new page
A screenprint in fluoro
A badge, hat, blades
Take me out tomorrow
But promise me today?
World presents digital pixels
Eyes adjust to scenery
Day long listening
To hearts on repeat
Stories neverending
Appeals, demands
Longings, refusals
Understanding
A girl in the background
Crying
Dog barking
Train horn in Dehli
Automatic voice
On the Toongabbie line
Selling my song
No cleaner air
Than what I breathe
Come down toward
Just shy of Antarctic
Weather is fine here
How could you think twice?
Minutes between moments
Thoughts of you invade
A peaceful sit in protest
Against monotony of reality
Millimetres the space
Where my heat beats
Radiates like the drum
Out on the street
Metres of pages lining
The walls of my mind
Tapped out tentatively
Over the hours and days
Centimetres safe distance
From fantasy to fiction
Grasping for equality
To love another like me
Number of pages
In the novella
Of a short sweet
Love story
Years between us
When we find out how
This story ends
Before rewritten again
Hot coffee milky sweet
Cold toes warm sand
Butter slowly sinking in
Cool toast warm jam
Closed eyes to the sky
Relishing a band
Tall glass of cider
Dripping cool in hand
Watching all the people
Most beautiful to find
Holding all contentment
With you planted in my mind
A fire hydrant
Gushing forth
Into the street
Stopping traffic
Emergency
Meanwhile little feet
Paddle flippantly
Rush too much
To drink
Pushing through
Excitedly
Making rainbows
Underneath
As tiny popstick
Sailboats
Race and chased
Endlessly
From the early hours
As sun peeps over
To see me smiling
As I cast over
Another line
By line
Throw over
My shoulder
Waiting for
The smallest bite
When thoughts caught
Kiss to release
Free from my hands
She has the sea
The one who's hooked
Is me
To the woman with no means
Who spends her time
Cleaning
Cares for all littlest
Both furred and skin
Breeding
Bringing lively heartbeats
Into tearful world
Dreaming
Paring back overgrowth
Give wings to spread
Believing
Turning the other cheek
At the partnership
Leaving
Turning new leaf
Love a fortune
Receiving
Can't take my eyes
Off the game
Playing singles
Staring at opponent
Seeing double
Affected by one
On the sidelines
Waiting to notice
The score
The faults
The bad calls
Only chatting
To a friend
Watching them
Taking my eyes off
The ball
Shooting past head
Then a slam
Unattainable
In a game with
Naught but love
'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.
But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.
There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars
Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.
But there's beautiful people...
-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009
Some would prefer to be
Locked in a warm embrace
Holding hands on Summer's day
Dressing up for a parade
Underneath veneer new love
Springs to mind the perils of
Weighing strangers with a thumb
Viewed through tiny window
Only thing to weigh my mind
The thought of you riding
Over mountains, rivers, coastlines
Scenery found by your thighs
All the heartache, sweat and tears
Over so many years
Devoting nature's wisdom
To so many ears
Keeping so very busy
With thoughts of making plans
Though there's never any demand
Greater love in absent fan
Image Credit: Emma Haynes
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