Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  breakdown an non Indigenous Australian i'm being made sick by being a witness to the Genocide call it lo chi call it mental illness i call it Eireann Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Winter graves – open air asylum   Try to triumph Trying little skull worm   --   Nomenclature nominalisation Breathing in 1 st & last breath   --   Or Naming Breath   --   A spud by any other Name has deserted my Morgue   --   The Good People Giveth blessings & taketh them away I cannot hear the Winter rains Anymore   --   Writing in The street Talking in spittled Tongues Starless & bibleless black   --   Loss In my mouth Is deeply Sealed Behind browning Teeth   --   Why? would be a rainbow’s Light after the Storm   --   But the storm fronts Come monotonously   --   Cracked Skull Beneath the epochal stampede   --   Modern times   --   The heart sings through the silence   Ur my little A...

  Saturday   It aches… Innocence fights to clear its name Till it dies Murdered by the eyes   -- \   I preserve my prayer For invisibility In solitude Where faith resides   -- / What’s left A cigarette filled ashtray The sound of a burning spear Song Without the verses Postmodern Commodity Old   But where in this bureaucratic world Is the warriorpoet’s cry?   -- _   In silence? In swallowed screams? In castrated dogs? In ragged children’s tears?   One is always a child It's the only one who can lead   Not an adolescent A slave to sex An infant who survives Embryonic blows   - = Forgotten cuts One thought invisible Multiply Like eyes       Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  who to care for? now my old life is dead Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  why isn’t Ralph Balson Pablo Picasso, Poppy? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  when i sing those songs of the brave ol boys of the IRA i feel free for a time as dad said become the song! black blue arab jew gypsy tipsy coz Freedom songs point towards a possible future where we gain rights & justice then man is as giant alive as the beasts too long in cages no more zoos! must be the cry of the ages with the wisdom of the sages on sacred sustaining earth not leaning into death but all life from birth rebirth! Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.