Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  the realms of reality shift stutter overlap interview fissure & explode sometimes they implode

  come & no one really can predict

  start again "stop!"

  the sail deflated with a sigh of relief that journey travelled too far wide & fast

  compassion everyone is kind sometimes everyone feels fear  &  hope everyone gets crazy everyone dance everyone  wobble

  don't take any shit guys get possessive i don't like men but the woman in me likes the guy in you we'll talk in 17,679 years when i am a woman & you are a swan meet u in the other realm where ghosts & wolves & serpents walk on 3 6 & 8 legs & words don't exist cept & songs of castings

  i as born mixed eireann naarm in april but i did not turn 55 i am 54 or 57 60 or 3 a snake with a good heart free

  long  painful childhood younger every day

 i keep finding violent women & staying i'm frightened i caught a disease dad's? her's the blows to my family how did we meet? between the wars xxx

  i love you all so much my wonderful "counterintuitive"/intuitive angels xxx

  comin round to him good words needs help with his vibrations i can teach him to whisper love u Tim a true 'foul weather friend' thanks for puttin up with my crap i real mean well just so much trauma i dislocate & have out of being experiences  hard to reconcile with "how things are done" ah well. as long as the collective gets there. happy to be a scapegoat. coz i see the Glorio 🎶 & when i was a kid amongst the rubble i saw peace on earth 🫶🐎🐶🫈🤦‍♂️👨‍🦳🧶🪡🦅👍❤️🎶☘️ malachi xx

 im a healer too just know i see that in you sis im a better friend sick of healing damaged women dad is dead

  was it a man? yes who blew a flag upwards inna rage comin down storm damaged no one calmed a storm still some want to build storm machines

  ill stop writing my childhood was a warzone im sorry it was broken dad's fists 😭 but mum & i healed him now i pick up the pieces & hope to heal others aboriginal culture helps me deeply since a child spirituality i had childhood spirits transcendental experience peace of earth i saw love you sis as a dancer u must know the beauty of pain i love dancing true may god bless & keep you always xx

  thanks fiona rick us chooks cluckin around i feel lighter made a very happy painting of a flock of birds flying called 'yes' in blue pen xox

  a rumour past a rumour passed that a man walked down Lygon Street calling out "Fuck English!" i thought an interesting poem Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  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.

  when lithium stocks expire i’m a livewire 😎 Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Human Rights! Be a real part of Reconciliation siblings xo A bitta Truth 😵‍💫🥹❤️‍🩹🪢🐢🍀🎶 There’s still some light… bak paintingdrawingpenning imbecileinfantile as it’s ist at is tis Trevor u said go 4 broke last time a listen to a genius id rather suk shit on my grassboots wit bloody knees like post menstrual rosegardens kids wear shorts all winter though it snows there the yanks call them mufflers busted all saturday lygon Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  from the baguette: playing with the horse on your head in the wind fuck that! too ‘cute’ by halves cut in half deaths in custody homeless inonunderabove under BUT ON THEIR OWN LANDtheir own land Terraor the wind is balmy this midwinter night like prospero by the road trying to catchears this wind message the ancient mother coos  birthing is no seduction how much longer the parlour game?: rebel! & get kicked out! Give them a chance please 😭 innocent children  don’t get too clever by half impressing the politic crowd love heart a bitta ticker great heart is all that matters no more habituation to desensitization Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.