Fight the Night

Why do women bellow

Why do women fight

Is it men who are our enemy?

Must we battle them with might?

A world at war within itself

Rips itself apart

Are we really enemies?

Or is it something else, quite dark.

The darkness takes us over

Woman caves, Man succumbs

Shadows race to shroud us –

Reach out for the light!

fellow women, be sisters,

fellow men, our brothers.

Let’s Fight against the Night.

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True blue

You were to me, a blaring horn
disguised as a baby pig
true blue

Your message connected, a closing fist
making contact with my brow
not high, not low

The world around cannot change you
true blue
The world around you cannot change

I hear you scream in rage
I hear your anguished pain
I hear and know your name
True Blue.


fifty carthorses, one broken mare
thirty indigo dresses, one midnight blue
twelve innocent smiles, one from you
alone, alone, alone


Sleep tight
the room and light are just right
the stars shine
the moon glows, coolly silent
silvering the ripples
on the lake of imagination
that gently rocks me
to sleep

Goodnight to me
Goodnight to you


Tired, heavy
Sweating profusely
60, to 58, to 56kg
Mentally agile
Frequently sleeping.

Perhaps I am tired.
I will sleep once again.

It crosses my mind
that a big change
may be enfolding
me in its hot embrace
like that of a furnace
foundry melting pot
ready to come out tempered
ready to come out new.

Worlds apart

Worlds apart

Worlds apart

Worlds apart
Steel bar
woollen blanket

Steel Barred
woollen blanket


What is within, part two

Love is outside the box
I am within
to crushing point

Your Crushing Point

Love is outside the box
I am within
You are without.
Love enters without a key

Exit your pointless

Love expands
the point of light
from tiny slit
as the lid is lifted

Love shines

Love shines, that radiant ball that glows bigger than any horizon, brighter than any display of racing sparks rocketing into the black sky of the most vehemently roaring bonfire.

Love is luminous, ethereal, as it wafts through thick tempered steel vaults to enwrap a heart with its softest glow, which melts forged metal into red puddles.

Love is blinding, a flash of brilliance that toasts the sky into oblivion, in a neverending moment you clearly see, love renders the darkness obsolete, invisible, outside the spectrum of light.

Love is outside the box.

Lying in wake


Barefaced under the piercing rain
Broken body dancing on hidden strings
Electrifying Light
thundering my core

And you came
you lied
you left

to the core
stitched in
the knife

taunt me
with truth
as I run away
from lunacy
in your wake

Let me go, part two

Polished stones

Body heavy
glazed mind
dully comprehends

the quarrying
of human flesh