clouded-dreamer

In the grip of your loveliness, I am undone, A victim of your beauty, my heart a stone. Like lightning in the night, you strike me down, Leaving me in despair, my soul astray. Your eyes, like the ocean's depths, so blue and wide, Draw me in with their allure, I cannot hide. I am lost in the gaze of your loving glare, Drowning in your sea of affection, without a care. The thunder of my heart beats fast and true, As I succumb to the poison of your beauty, anew. I am but a slave to your radiant grace, Forever trapped in the depths of your loving embrace.

I saw your name in the obituary, But I know that you're not dead. You just cut me out of your life, And it still messes with my head. The ghost of you still in my chest, Like a phantom heart's hollow beat. A paradox that keeps me going, A bitter pill that tastes so sweet. I miss the coldness in your voice, And the roughness of your touch. I even miss the bruises you inflicted, These days I don't feel all that much. I've become unfathomable despair, Every day, every hour, every minute. I can't remember a time I was content, Life's so god damned unfair isn't it?

They say... You reminisce over happiness and smiles, One does not reminisce over the bad times, At least not of their own volition. I guess something in me is broken. Here I sit reminiscing over memories of you, And all the hells I put you through. Wounds that healed and left a wicked scar, At least you're still alive, So far... I don't ever want to lose these thoughts. Those times you cried, those times we fought. Those who don't know can't understand. I guess now I just pretend I'm a better man. They look up to me but I just look away, Easier than finding the right words to say. You think you took my innocence from me. But you never understood. I was born guilty.

Projects for privileged are tasks to complete. Projects for blacks, life on the street. Education for privileged is a degree of class. Education for blacks, what year I pass. Red and blue for privileged is security. Red and blue for blacks, a sign to flee. You say you understand but you don't. Get your fucking boot off my throat. You say you'll be better but you won't. Get your fucking boot off my throat. Self defence for privileged means off scot free. Self defence for blacks, murder in the 2nd degree. Exercise for privilege is an early night stroll. Exercise for blacks, a call to the local patrol. Protest for privilege is militia with ARs Protest for blacks, protesters behind bars. You say you understand but you don't. Get your fucking boot off my throat. You say you'll be better but you won't. Get your fucking boot off my throat. I can't breathe. Stop resisting. Please. Stop resisting. Get your boot off my throat. Stop resisting. I can't breathe sir. Stop resisting.

Our planet burns hot like the fury in our country's soul. Australia mourns the loss of her ancient forests, hundreds of years old. With their trees like city skyscrapers that once stood tall, Her anger swells for the senseless loss of creatures great and small. Blue skies in famous cities now muted grey while our Sun bleeds red, Once golden soil beneath our feet, replaced with ash instead. Our lands (once) abound in nature's gifts of beauty rich and rare. Refreshing ocean breeze now a hazardous wind we can no longer bare. Fires spreading unnaturally fast, enveloping all unto its fatal embrace. Burned into memories we shall not forget and can ne'er replace. Across the globe people send us their thought and their prayer. How many prayers are required to wake from this nightmare? What value can be placed on these well intentioned acts? How many sad faces, love hearts or angry social media reacts? Our blackened heroes fighting onward until day turns to into night, Yet for each and every

"I'm not at all shy!" Said the Sun in the sky. "I can shine all day, as the clouds roll by." "'I'm feeling a little glum." Said the moon to the Sun. As their paths crossed once daylight was done. "Why so doom and gloom?" Asked the sun of the moon. "Your presence alone makes the ocean swoon!" "Oh Sun, you always know just what to say!" Replied the moon without any delay. "You're just so good at brightening my day!" A star twinkled briefly in the blackness of space. Then disappeared without leaving a trace. A billion more waiting to take its place. The Sun perked up with a warming glow. The moon blushed as it's confidence began to grow. And the world looked on in wonder, enjoying the show.