Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  why concrete in our streets? why? so clean cars? big shit what about the birds & the bees & the trees & the flowers & our souls i think our cities have lost the plot following a psychotic habit of imagination which is all about a lack of love who'll bare their heart first? & together we conquer fear

  t was their a precognition in my earlier years of reletive balance of future plane crashes that motivated me to cram as much reading of the classics as i could while i could manage these days a few paragraphs is as much as i can handle before the pain of human suffering is too tough for this flating petal crushed by the thug hand of fate? love redemption? & one day... who knows? another fleeting end of solipsism? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  "Be quiet Malachi" (hospital blues) "Be quiet Malachi!" I grew up believing that my cries made the beatings worse I really try They taped up my mouth when I was 5 I got yelled at & hit for talking at school I didn't even know I was doing it It was terrifying & humiliating When I was in my 20s & 30s I was better at managing it But also when ur younger people are more forgiving In fact they like it But then I wound up in 72 hours interrogation in Singapore After stresses living in the highest murder rate in the word Where words travel with blood With mania I get wound up when I'm exhausted Hence I suffer breakdowns That's why I write poetry But silence is scary to me Coz I can feel people screaming & if someone stands up to the violence It can be stopped I've gotten in fights to protect people being bullied As for me For the first time in my life I'm crying out in pain a lot It gets mistaken for anger when it's hurt Life hurts...

  the arrogance of the quiet is in seeking within when indeed the garrolous fool arguing with the lamppost may also be supernally patient love seeks what does the wise man know of love? sisyphus also new variable weather

  ordinary people the only shame is the shameful fact of good people living in shame arise o great ones to the hero within together we step out of our fear 💪🏾🪃🫶💫 Mal.

red dreamt of blue-green in the window of milkshake makers Tao Question do people without hobbies inevitably turn to malice? yet there might well be a bit of each in the other? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.