Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  never been there some very encouaging signs from an horrifically abused people just decriminalise being gay  be bilingual & u can hold ur opinions = democracy

  democracy that's democracy the think tanks screwin too many towards hate it's dusk the birds sing their evening songs it's quiet in the city a monday what's a poet to do this world gone soft cunning & cruel people catch a glimpse & say they know it all i know nothing about what the future holds we've been this way before a world at war the devils laugh tonight laugh at my desperation to weave a knot where the thread got frayed & undo a couple that held some people in chains learn to read yourself in every fellow's eyes let's put our arms together & pray our different prayers one should enter a battleground as if one were attending a funeral we go to a lot of those these days for the young who've lost all hope so much human potential quashed in this cone of silence democracy humanity requires more openness lest it fall into faction fighting & tonight we sit, u & me, alone on an unsustainable slave driver's phone Published ...

  we have very few friends then they die & ur all alone with strangers few of them sympathetic & a life with shell shock still u must bend over backwards

  for the "gossip club" when the gang singles out someone story of my genesis the church & the town hunting for dad & my mother for calling out the bullshit & choosing love the rumours circulate ever actually spoken with me one on one? son of a preacher man the only who could ever reach her a healer a pack splitter but of course none of u ever played footy with ur sick notes & ur "allergies" u think ur a rapper? man u would be cut on sight so u hide behind ur women like boys behind mummy both parents my brother my best friend are dead my exwife i cared for for 10 years gone & u expect me to bend over backwards for ur neuroses? fuckin white supremacist chattering classes work harder learn the tradition learn to read improve ur vocabularies toil all that matters is the poem one day ull travel in different cultures & find out it's not high school dobbing to the teacher won't cut it when it's life or death u cut out my tongue with ur ...

  what a magic hour when aupic lozenge grew wild & orange needed skin to lose & gain bands & bane happiness noted but not how she made u feel cept by her final furious act man! i thought it was her idea?

  vision some poems i don't know where i am but which fragments of parchment will be allowed the windy desert sands up or down fuck irony white devil trick