Is clear there's something
Between us
That which keeps us apart
Holds us together
Rather than deter
It makes me want
You more
The image I portray
Is simply a gentle fear
That if it were to disappear
Our love would fade away
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Category Archives: Tasmania
Night swimming
Stardust fell into ocean
Crept up with evening tide
Tickled my toes, my thighs
Wrapped round my wrists
Like diamonds
Telling me all gifts given
To lovers and friends adored
Return to me times seven
When waves rise on this shore
Lion
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?
Beautiful People
'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
Seaheart
I visited your beach
While you were away
Took a seaheart home
From underneath the waves
I also received your dose
Of cinnamon sugar skin
Salty lips and ocean hair
Wished that you were there
But you were afterall
Maybe we could meet
Under the waves
One day
I feel fine
Heat wave
Tsunami wave
Shock wave
Tidal wave
Pressure wave
Goodbye wave
Blowdry wave
Global wave
Alpha wave
Sine wave
New wave
Standing on a hill
Waving at the shore
Wondering when
The final wave
Will come
To return
To life
Once more
Making plans
To see a band
Eating out
Nothing fancy
Just a few
More chances at
A minute spent
With you
The undoing
Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea
Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn
One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be
Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things
Dance till we drop
One by one
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing
At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding
Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out
Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye
Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Love crush
Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings
Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends
Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
Lights out
So spine tingling
Knuckle gripping
Pillow hugging
Daze eyed drinking
Hard when comes time
To realise the dream
Is not real
We will wake
Whenever we're ready
Or else stay
Asleep
Count the stars of heaven 