FIELDS OF GOLD

Land Banking Auckland.

FIELDS OF GOLD 

Can I tell you about the 

gluttonous 

greed of

capitalism 

nourishing 

the immoral 

flowers hidden 

In the long grass

of fertile pastures.

How long will it take 

for the henchmen 

to turn the tide 

change the 

unjust landscape

for the young 

mariner 

to slot a gold coin

into the

cliff top

binoculars 

to view 

a closer horizon from

the unaffordable land

while the pirates 

hoist the dollar flag 

extend the fuse to 

passive canons

sing with a bottle of rum

from tall 

opulent galleons.

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HOOP

HOOP 

 

I'm wearing a 

detention

bracelet 

shackled 

to the 

un-cuttable time

waiting 

for the 

curfew 

to lift.

The quarter horns

and whistles

have already started

my movements

are being 

tracked down to

the coffee cart and

sausage sizzle.

I hear the roar

from both the

score and

the runway

behind 

Jehovah place.

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THE KITE

THE KITE

I am the kite

floating up high

rainbow ribbons

snap on my tail

watch me dance

figure eight across the clouds.

I flirt with the breeze

with a swoosh of 

my colourful dive

I soar again towards

the magnificent sun.

There is no limit 

to my sail

up towards the unravelling sky.

If I am a kite and

you are a tree

then I should despise you.

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FIGHT NIGHT IN COURTENAY PLACE

FIGHT NIGHT IN COURTENAY PLACE

I'm flagging down

a taxi cab

like I did in

New York 

except

I want to get out 

of this crazy zoo town

escape the frenzy 

the macho baboons

hanging out of the

loud caged bars

the shadows 

echoing down the

dark groping alleys

of hard luck currency.

The wild young birds 

under the trees 

calling obscenities to

the paddy wagons 

full of drunken 

saloon brawlers.

As I sit in the back

of the cab

I watch 

the night's madness staring

through the armoured grills.

I know where you'll be

staying tonight buddy

punching the lights

out of 

intoxicating stars.

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THE BLACK VELVET ROSE

THE BLACK VELVET ROSE

I was seduced by

the black rose

a velvet veil of deception

under the soft silk layers

of fragrant petals

a shroud of thorns

from a forbidden bloom 

of beauty.

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DANGER MONEY

DANGER MONEY

I'm listening

to the mad boys

kicking footballs

against the wall

flying hammers

are silent for the

time being.

The out of bound nutters

are in the exercise yard

they are lost within 

the bells of time.

Tiny hands are starting to 

lose grip on the day

sharp metal toys are thrown

out of cots

dark tantrum skies 

are brewing while 

the duty guards clutch

onto the sun 

the lunatics

chant nursery rhymes behind their backs while

the trees bleed 

from steel claws.

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Circle of life

CIRCLE OF LIFE

Gathered in calm waters

kaleidoscope jewels

of crimson flourish 

in glades of 

transparent arteries

optimism explodes

without commotion

sunlight passages

fall from green heights

in a dance of sunlight passages returning back

to the colour of the earth.

We grasp together 

this circle of life and

the love bonds to us

like family

back to the beginning 

of timely season.

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THE RUNNING

THE RUNNING

Running 

down 

the steps

falling head over heels

prompted the

running 

tears.

The sight of 

running 

blood 

pouring out of a

running

nose and the crying 

running 

commentary 

over undone laces.

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I'm sitting here

 in this dark cold room 

amongst the paint pots

and cobwebs.

I crave for the discomfort of a private seclusion

amidst the agony and the  misery of this place.

The rain is the only sound

breaking the silence 

on the tin roof,

 every now and then a single rain drop 

finds a way in 

taps onto the 

concrete floor. 

I dare not switch 

the light bulb on

It would  spark a fuse 

expose my secret hiding place.

I am the prey 

the predictor 

is my torment.

No one suspects anything 

from the outside

the door is well disguised 

it can only be unlocked from the inside by

sliding a frozen 

steel bolt.

This is how the 

writing gets out.

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OLD FRIENDS

OLD FRIENDS

When we met

you said I 

took you by surprise 

I didn't like to say

I hardly recognised you

but it was true

you'd aged 

You looked old

as if this wasn't

meant to happen 

to the both of us.

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DARK HALLS

DARK HALLS

This is where it all started

in the rows of desks

it was to see if I had been

listening to the moments 

before the page turned over.

This was judgement day

there in the pin-drop silence

under the watchful eye

of the timekeeper. 

It was the beginning of

my struggle 

all my fears

my successes.

This was the first

run on the ladder 

climbing up the

new learning of

the anxious mind.

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