You can always trust there’ll be weather But can you trust a weatherman You can always trust the times will change But never slow enough for you to understand You can count on the fact we’ll all die But you can never know when or where And while you worry about it life passes by And mine’s too precious for me to share You can trust in the dark the last key you try Will be the one to open up your door You can trust the kids will wail and cry If you suggest being older, you might...

I stumble to the kitchen Weary, bone-tired and worn And as the daylight rises I stare at the crack of dawn Weary, bone-tired and worn I wonder how I will last the day I stare at the crack of dawn Wishing the sun was fading away I wonder how I will last the day While I wait for my morning brew Wishing the sun was fading away I could be back in bed with you While I wait for my morning brew I can hardly contain my scorn I could be back in bed with you Not weary, bone-tired a...

It surrounds me Like a fine mist So hard to see Yet I know it exists I walk through This life I know Always with Death in tow I’m not alone In my mortality There’s no predicting When it will be me I have this life I’m won’t refuse Whatever is truth I don’t want to lose So spare me Your virtuous words I continue onwards To death, unperturbed

I can’t be bothered Cause I won’t be saved I will return to dirt As I lie in my grave But I’m not faithless I just don’t require A blind belief In something higher My faith is built Not on guilt or fear But on the love of those I hold dear I know their love As they know mine And for what its worth Their love is divine

Life, oh life So fragile and fey As one begins Another passes away I might say goodbye Adieu, farewell Here is to heaven And here is to hell Life, oh life So fickle and fleeting As one heart slows Another starts beating I could take control End this right now Miss out on heaven Go straight to hell Life, oh life So grand a scheme As one desires Another dares dream You dream of ghosts I dare the angels Show me your heaven I’ll show you my hell Buried, interred Und...

On and on, ad infinitum repetition The treat is not so sweet with this carry on Over and over till boredom is a relief This righteousness feels completely wrong The treat is not so sweet with this carry on Ditto after ditto, repeating endlessly This righteousness feels completely wrong Rewind, reverse and repeat after me Ditto after ditto, repeating endlessly Until any sense of moment is truly gone Rewind, reverse and repeat after me The singer might differ but not the song ...

I watched a bird Regard a post Like it was an alien tree As I watched A thought occurred “What would the bird think of me?” Do I even rate In the bird’s view Of the world we both survey Then the bird flew up Crapped on the post And purposefully flew away

Walking a back alley Next to a messy pile Of autumn-clipped limbs And leaning against A broken porcelain toilet I saw an artist’s canvas Half finished Abandoned When inspiration Was no longer available An unfinished Master-less piece The technique naive But vigorous Who ever started this Had Muse riding shotgun But only for a brief time It only served to remind me How so much of who we are Ends up being discarded While I was only Short-cutting through an alley And ...

She left me Like the last leaf On a dormant tree Plucked off by A randy wind Whose promises Blew away Just as easily She left behind Random hairs A favoured lipstick And a faint scent Framed memories Of her and I Wrapped in vestiges Of finicky love A phone call Late in the evening On a distorted line She chats idly I wait for her To ask for help But she can’t So she hangs up The wind blows She’s at my door Crying shallow tears But she knows I will let her i...

Who says the end is always justified Sometimes the means are average And the ends are frayed Whether or not the knot is undone Can all that is made be unmade And what of the journey to the finish Is it the fall or the landing Regardless of the height If it all works out after struggling to rise Then isn’t it worth the fight Who says the way to live is fraught With disappointment and dangers That worsen each passing year Isn’t it better to keep moving forward Stand tall and ...

If there was any doubt You had tied it up Into a neat bundle And locked it away To gather dust And incriminations To rot and wither Until you could safely explain it As another unrequited sickness Of the heart Life is made of doubt Avarice, envy and lust As well as happiness Peace, joy and pleasure Hiding the negatives Won’t improve Any of the positives Better to let the skeletons out To dance and eventually tire And save your heart

I remember when we first met You said I stank while I thought I smelt good For a boy who’d be playing all day In the sun with a ball and a stick And a small dog with a big bark You were sitting in the shade of a paperbark Tearing strips from the tree Which you were rolling into tubes And binding with string made from grass You said they were Egyptian parchments You were in the company of a porcelain doll And a rather grumpy-looking teddy bear The doll you called Nefertiti The...

I’m not sure I would ever be As challenged by life if I was always happy Shadows hide pearls Shade hides fruit Sometimes the best ideas Come from the most tragic of events But there is this black dog I sometimes walk Who occasionally wags its tail in spite Then defiantly pisses On any good intentions Or barks at the door of sanity Until I can’t stand to hear anything else I want to put my head down Leave all the bright thoughts for others And dwell in this malaise This bo...

Last weekend, my band did their first ‘tour’ (if travelling for 3 hours to do a single gig and then turning around and coming home can be called a tour). We travelled to the capital of Australia, Canberra, to do a show at a great little venue called Toast. It was exciting, fun and we had a great time on the road, for the most part. I had to do all the driving, which is something I won’t do again. This was due more to poor planning on my part than anything else but I’ve learnt my lesson. ...

Yesterday it was simply A busy footpath Over which passed hopes Dreams and both kinds of love (Requited and unrequited) Today it is the scene Of a ‘tragic accident’ Where a ‘young life’ Was ‘brutally cut short’ (As though old lives can’t be) A Rorschach stain Marks the location Where it will slowly fade With each passing footstep (And yesterday’s news) Life is life regardless All with one commonality The surety it will end Either with a bang or whimper (But never like...