May Your Words...

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This poem dedicated to the power of a poetic moment. Dedicated to chance lovers and the choice to leave things mundane or step out of the box and be daring, be you, seize the game by the controls and jazz trick your life to freedom-love. Poems note; "Flaneur" means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie refers to the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations; en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fl%C3%A2neur

The Light in Fawkner Park

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In 2012 I was lucky enough to be driving an old friendly, lost-license roof plumber to work and ended up in Melbourne's Fawkner lush-Park for a few weeks. My time there for study and poetry could not have been more blissful, meditative, big dream, all with its dreaming hobos, playful children, motivated exercisers, and rushing, funny-greedy- weird business people. So, this beat poem is about talking to the surrounding beings and focussing on the trees and their consciousness. About feeling like an enemy to them, an enemy that has caused all their pain. And yet its also about the dialog between nature and humanity, navigating past this pain to true consciousness, mediating with love, understanding and awareness, an going with this all together...   

(apologies for the ad at the end, bloomin good station though...)

Pan Stayed on our Porch Once....

This poem is namely dedicated to the diety Pan, but also my bro and mum, living in a house five minutes from Nimbin main street back in 92. No. Not exactly an average experience and reason Paganism shines strong in my heart, (amongst quite a few fellow friends...). No, in fact I have given the whole year and a half experience a whole new collection of mine called "my inner child smiles at the art of time." For there, exploring my past with the meditation of poetry, O so many piquant spiritual experiences and shamans like this passing and leaving magic for my future youth, these with nameless and nuanced sorcery I find, the chaos godhead is still spellings smile...

2 into 1 at Dharma, Essence of Time...

(painting www.alexgrey.com)

I admit, I have a tendency for macro romantic dreaming. The huge realms of humanities great meaning, collectively evolved as one. So I ask; if enlightenment is the goal for the individual soul, a goal reached when we arrive at absolute zero, zero past the .07 second reaction that time has made possible on times great paradox of event and thought, then what of collective enlightenment? Is it possible, if we see our great mother earth as one soul consciousness, that she too is on the path to enlightenment? What would it feel like to be alive in the future incarnation of bodhisattva earth?

Losing the Shadows...

As performed @ To the Ends of the Verse, this poem is inspired by a micro memoir workshop lead by Cameron Semmens at End of the Line festival (phew! what a day!)  There I decided to write the beginnings of this piece about my past; meeting my fiancee Elise O'Connor at a Doof festival called Fool Proof 2 back in the dark winter of 2008. Combining it with a freestyle workshop, it thus transformed into the abyss piece here; mainly spiraling into social dysfunction, deep depression, un-existentialism, and the out, out into the fire twirling arts of losing all prison boundaries around the self, the act of ones destiny...