Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  The mirror of love   The worst thing About living alone Is that one Doesn’t live In another’s orbit So one doesn’t Have a mirror In which one is Reflected One doesn’t know How one’s travelling From another’s Reflections One is travelling Blind! One is forced to Resort to An internalised Invisible, abstract Scale: ‘how am I Feeling?’ But anyone knows How unreliable This reading is Coz it invariably Is based on mood & we know how Unreliable Moods are Of course one In another’s relationship Mirror Can be unreliable But I’d trust The judgement of One who’s chosen To invest in me Because I’m not Exactly a millionaire Nor have million Dollar looks So they must See something Valuable in me That I can’t see Unless they reflect It back at me Now she’s gone I have little Idea how I’m Going & how I can improve I trusted her Mirror Until it broke     Pu...

  Multiplicity   Life’s universe Is omnidirectional At infinite speeds Waves & dips & patterns & changes   & yet our rulers Are linear They’re accelerated end Focussed In terms of time   Time which is Mysterious An eternal time Into an exploding Present   Omnitemporal & omnidirectional Physically & Spiritually We disappear   & transform Into shapes & patterns Of appearance & yet we mightn’t Even exist   & living forces Pass through us & yet to survive Under the rulers’ Economy   We must reduce ourselves To objects of exchanges/ Corpses Our rulers hate life They hate us   They wish to Destroy They wish to Annihilate I love life   I’m a poet I have no idea What life is But it’s nice to think & feel about it   I Know it’s bigger Than anything I can imagine & certainly ...

  Plastic Flowers   I moved into an apartment pre-furnished & the previous owners had decorated it with plastic flowers Now the Northern Bourgeois Superiority Complex Snob In me threw the flowers out But the place looked sterile I’ve spent enough time living amongst different communities To appreciate the warmth of plastic flowers They look tres jolie n’est-pas? So I brought a few back & they look great They make me think of aunties & grandmothers Cooking soul food Where all the decorations are bright & colourful & in the ‘naïve’ style Now these are not naïve people Naivete is something you choose to adopt When you’ve seen the worst & are wise Not to chasten with aesthetics Or choose Art over Flesh & Blood So wisdom is in happy things Photos of loved ones The place filled with fun accoutrements A generous home Life is not a graduation exam It is the certificate you get When you’ve lived & loved...

  Conversations with Max Sometimes   Before I met you Max I thought I was scared of darkness I’d forgotten my childhood nights When darkness & I were friends & it healed me Because I thought that it was darkness Which broke me in 2 17 years ago But you reminded me that I was always friends with darkness In times whether bleak or ecstatic Darkness can sustain us Just like its twin Light The two work together When one is centred in/attuned to the universe & being   In Light you also hear lightness & it’s twin heaviness It’s in Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique   Our incredible conversations for hours Took me places Familiar & strange & reminded me & made me realize & see We plunged the deepest valleys Where few are game to tread & together we ascended mountains & flew together through the stars     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Piety   Stephen Mitchell does a wonderful version on the Tao But I don’t buy his ‘PIETY’ commentary I don’t think piety is a prerequisite for attunement The soul/no-soul/neo-soul(ha!)/the universe is adaptable To altered states, to all states of consciousness My Tao is a drinker’s Tao at times Though it is universal & naught Who knows how it will evolve?     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025. (Carlton)

  Ugly   Max says it’s feeling oneself ugly One feels oneself unworthy So one tears things down To make oneself a tattered crown King of the fools Bent like an old tool Like a dog that’s been kicked since a pup One can’t look at oneself in the mirror In a world that can’t get enough     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.