Full of modesty

Full of modesty
memories polished with time
once more by my hands 

Inspiring vision

Inspiring vision
undulating as mountains
if this is my fate 

It gives me comfort

It gives me comfort
holding the bridge of my nose
my third eye pinched closed 

When a thought escapes

When a thought escapes
eroded by forgetting
a candle is lit 

Finding lost value

Finding lost value
reacting to compulsion
post-rationalised 

I went to bed drunk

I went to bed drunk
attracted a kangaroo
snorting as I snored 

Don’t defile your gods

Don’t defile your gods
keep the sacred personal
set your spirit free

Peak societies

Peak societies
recognise variety
completes human life 

Together we rise

Together we rise
supporting each step taken
love is all you need 

Express memory

Express memory
be a link to ancestors
live another life 

Curate your story

Curate your story
erase useless histories
rewrite provenance 

Configure moments

Configure moments
elements of conjuring
weird premonitions 

Sifting through my thoughts

Sifting through my thoughts
hypersensitivity
I live in futures 

Self-centred thinking

Self-centred thinking
extracting material
writing poetry 

I’m not ambitious

I’m not ambitious
I’m not goal-oriented
I let things happen 

I feel desire

I feel desire
feel borderline desperate
that motivates me 

All those rambling thoughts

All those rambling thoughts
I’ll dispose of them like compost
they’ll grow into verse

Taking sensations

Taking sensations
transmuting them into words
fumbling in the dark 

It seems addictive

It seems addictive
harvesting the sentence blooms
pickling reflections

Unhelpful statements

Unhelpful statements
the world incites reactions
hold onto your thoughts 

Nighttime comes to life

Nighttime comes to life
radio stations emerge
as I turn the dial

It’s the hardest part

It’s the hardest part
putting on your running shoes
to start exercise 

Curious spirit

Curious spirit
nothing worthwhile is easy
cultivate your joy 

Don't doubt this message

Don't doubt this message
you're perfectly imperfect
just the way you are

Detectives of texts

Detectives of texts
literary critics know
words will shape our thoughts
 

Turning over soil

Turning over soil
the farmer begins to cry
earthworms once lived here 

Eyes open again

Eyes open again
visions of days that were not
dreaming leaves me tired

Fadeouts will happen

Fadeouts will happen
everything is a sunset
light will rise elsewhere 

While sunlight heals wounds

While sunlight heals wounds
deeper scratches need to close
raw meat scares new friends 

It’s hard to let go

It’s hard to let go
some memories of people
they’re not who they were

My brother at home

Mixing his music
his personal discotheque
my brother at home