Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Crash landing   I suddenly fell thousands of years old That black dog of vulnerability I am a melting slow flake In silence Of your mysterious contemplation   Maybe afterall That 6 year old Is beating up on me when I was 5   & I reminded you of your own similar   I wanna build you up Not tear you down       Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.   “Talk”?   “Talk”? She said   About what?!   & yeah I like to talk//     Think before I speak?   What the fuck?   I stew then I spew Right?   I don’t divide things up into categories Of CAN say & CAN’T say   What?   Talk!   Words!   Mouthfuls of air!//     Great   Now just say something that doesn’t sound like you’ve said it before   What are ideas   To a poet?   Boxes ...

  why yes why are the stars of the same dance as your voice maybe after all a man can still know the music of the spheres in the middle of the traffic & this city of trillions of being on this mysterious journey? the pepper tree watches & listens a mynah bird flies under its protection

  some games are true the game of love has eluded me up till now withholding doesn't last women know the mind of man but women's minds are a mystery i don't wish to solve you i wish to tend to our fire so we can sing songs watch the shadows see into eternity & build a feeling of home teach me how to play your games lovers are also people who separate at times tell me about your day your Mona Lisa smile has me ...

  frustrated called angry sad called mad glad at nothing thank you my love hope renews

here's ur trigger warning ❤️ BANG!

  u wrote othello way back when nuff respekt who feels it knows it u 2 me 2 madness is sane