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Ain’t It Lovely to Receive An Award!?

Hey guys!

It has been a while since I was blessed with an award, but this dry spell has officially ended. Recently, the quirkiest quirky girl ever (whose blog can be found at the following link: http://diaryofaquirkygirl.wordpress.com/) nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award! Thank you Ma’am!

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Now, apparently I am supposed to link to my nominator’s blog (check), show the award on my blog (check), nominate fifteen other bloggers (on my to do list), and additionally,  I am meant to share seven riveting facts about myself…Well, in that case, sit back, and prepare to have your minds blown (not really).

Super Amazing Fact 1: I am quite the Anime fan, my favorites been Ghost in the Shell (I have a massive crush on the Major) (also, I recently pre-ordered Arise) and Appleseed (which I have the entire collection of, including the original 1989 version, the movie adaptions of the TV series, and the recent addition, Alpha). I also quite enjoy Patlabor, the Aquarion series, STR.A.IN, Star Wars Clone Wars, Shangri-La, and the animated adaptions of video games, including Halo Legends, Mass Effect Paragon Lost, Dead Space Downfall and Aftermath, and Dragon Age Dawn of the Seeker. I believe I enjoy animated features and shows because often many of the lead protagonists are comprised of very powerful female characters, who are not only capable of kicking ass, but are realistically portrayed.
On a side note, I also enjoy Red vs. Blue, and have the ten years of Red vs. Blue box set.

Super Amazing Fact 2: Presently, I am in my final semester of my Postgraduate Masters course. Part of me will be glad when this is officially over because the 15,000 word thesis is kicking me in places I don’t like being kicked. What I find most annoying, is that every time I speak with my adviser, there are brand new criticisms he wishes to bring to my attention; criticisms that were non-existent the last time, and so I need to take these into account and make further amendments. For instance, one week he would say how a paragraph is great, and the next time, that same unedited paragraph, is suddenly not worth keeping. I mean, come on Doc! Make up your mind already!
However, I am unsure where I wish to go from here; should I (if I have the required grades) go on to do my doctorate (which would assist me in becoming a tutor at university), or should I do a Master of Teaching (which would grant me the ability to teach at secondary schools)?

Super Amazing Fact 3: I recently changed internet providers. I have been using Optus for, well, years actually, and I have been impressed with the service thus far (on most occasions), however the 15 gigabyte a month plan I had was beginning to feel restrictive, and now I have access to unlimited internet for a cheaper price. This has especially come in handy with my copy of Destiny on Xbox One (at present I’m a level 24 Blade Dancer) . On that note, are there any bloggers online (who I happen to know) that play Destiny? When it comes to temporarily teaming up with random strangers, it might actually be nice to have some kind of history with the players.

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Furthermore, an alternative subject; does anyone know when Ghost in the Shell Online is coming out? I know the developers said early to mid 2014 back in February, but I’m not seeing it…

Super Amazing Fact 4: When it comes to movies, I don’t have a particular genre preference – I will often try anything if it looks even moderately appealing. When it comes to reading on the other hand, I can very rarely stand contemporary fiction, especially the Australian variety, where often life in the country seems to be a major theme, which does nothing to impress me in the slightest. When writing my own material however, especially prose or novels, I have a tendency to enjoy developing science fiction oriented pieces, which is a problem in Australia when it comes to looking for a publisher. Although magazines like Aurealis accept submissions of speculative fiction, larger publishers rarely do, with many of the literary agents and/or publishers that ever did accept such work either going out of business, or since adjusting their preferences regarding the type of work they choose to endorse/publish.

Super Amazing Fact 5: I have an avid fascination with jewellery. Apart from a watch, I almost always have at least two other wrist bands on (one of which is my medic alert bracelet – wouldn’t want to forget that), and on top of this, I never leave home without a necklace. I have pierced ears, with two rings in my left and one in my right, which I often swap. On occasions when I go out (for instance, next week I’ll be attending a poetry reading in the city), I wear much larger designs, two of which are these massive skulls with bright red eyes.

Super Amazing Fact 6: I don’t have many male friends; most of my friends happen to be gals. Most guys I know outside of the net talk either about cars (the only time I care about cars is when the one I’m in stops working) or AFL (which I used to enjoy, and I even played football on occasion (not professionally of course), but, kicking an oddly shaped red ball from one side of the field to the next just doesn’t really do it for me). The reason I mention this, is because I have in the past become attracted to some of my friends; in fact, my last girlfriend was actually a best friend of mine. Obviously men and women can be friends, this is a proven fact, however for me, sometimes I think that perhaps a man wakes up one day and realizes the young lady he has been searching for has been beside him all along. I guess the point I’m making is that if you’re a young woman who happens to be a friend of mine, one day (unless you’re married), I might just happen to fall in love with you. You have been warned!

Super Amazing Fact 7: None of these super amazing facts have been really super amazing, and even I am thoroughly disappointed by that.

After the reveal of these super amazing facts, my mission goal is to nominate 15 other people. Okay then, without further ado (cliche’ I know), allow me to say – I have no intention of nominating anyone. I literally follow hundreds of people on WordPress! Am I really expected to pick 15 bloggers? What about the other few hundred lovely blogs that I don’t nominate? So, allow me to say, if you have a lovely blog and you happen to read this text, if you want the One Lovely Blog Award, it is yours! I don’t want to miss out on nominating someone who deserved the award, and I am certain if you are reading this, you are as deserving of it as anyone else.

Thank you for stopping by guys! And thank you again to the Quirky Girl for this nomination. Have a great day!

GMBS Accepting Submissions

Mental health group Good Morning Bedtime Story (GMBS), an organization I work for during my spare time, is still accepting submissions for their campaign, Be Kind, and shall continue to indefinitely do so until otherwise stated.

Today, the ‘selfie’ movement has taken the world by storm, and GMBS wishes to use this medium to promote the advocating of mental health awareness.

If you are passionate about mental health; if you enjoy frequently taking photos of your beautiful features; if you spend just as much time in front of a camera as you do elsewhere, GMBS would really appreciate your involvement.

‘Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle’ is the organization’s slogan. If you wouldn’t mind recording yourself saying this one line, and submitting it to GMBS, they would be very grateful.

Submissions can be produced in any number of ways; instead of saying the line, you could write it on a piece of paper and hold it up for the world to see; or, you could introduce yourself; ‘I’m (insert name) from (insert place)’, followed by the line; there are no limits on imagination.

Please send any and all submissions to: gmbssubmissions@gmail.com with BE KIND in the subject line.

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Any recordings will need to be done pro bono, because GMBS regretfully does not have the funds to compensate people for their time. Just know, they will appreciate your involvement, and shall pay you with admiration.

This campaign will be presented on the GMBS YouTube channel.

Call for Submissions to Poetry and Writing Anthology

For those of you familiar with Good Morning Bedtime Story, a group which advocates mental health through art, writing and poetry, then the new anthology set for release this October, titled Home Grown Ghosts, will be old news to you. For everyone else, listen closely!

Although Home Grown Ghosts is looking for any form of writing pertained to mental health, the anthology is set to be broken down into three unique themes which focus upon different characters. These include a man, once plagued with alcoholism, who is attempting to redeem himself; a man suffering from delusions, who wishes to alleviate them as to better experience the blossoming romance he has encountered; a woman, who, as a child, witnessed her parents take their own lives, and has since then been riddled by guilt.

To poets and writers interested, you may submit one poem per e-mail, and up to a total of three poems. These can be sent to: gmbssubmissions@gmail.com, with the e-mail title HGG Submission, followed by the title of the piece. In the body of the e-mail, attach a short description and background of the work submitted, along with the total word count.

There is no word limit, however poems with fewer than 400 words, and prose with less than 1,000 words will be looked upon appreciatively.

Submissions close on the 1st of June.

Best of luck to everyone. Hope you consider submitting.

Promoting a Poetry Competition, Volunteer Positions and Career Advice

Often I write only poetry (and occasionally prose) on my blog, but today I am going to be posting something a little different.

First, I will like to announce the Good Morning Bedtime Story (GMBS) international mental health poetry competition is still accepting submissions until April 20th.

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To submit, send up to three pieces in .doc or .docx format to: gmbscompetition@gmail.com

Each piece needs to have pertinence towards mental health; needs to be 1.5cm spaced and can be up to 100 lines in length.

Prizes for winning entries include the opportunity to be published in a GMBS anthology or on the GMBS website; books of previously published poems; and certificates.

Moreover, GMBS is still looking for people willing to volunteer their time to assist with this online organization. If you are interested, please send an e-mail to: gmbssubmissions@gmail.com, and explain why mental health matters to you and what ideas you have to further promote the organization. On another note, if you are interested in working as a moderator for the GMBS forum, be sure to express your interest in the e-mail. The forum can be found at the following link: http://gmbs.freeforums.net/

Lastly, for university students in Australia (although there are similar opportunities in other countries), Universum, an organization dedicated to helping students find the right career, is still hosting their short Wet Feet Career Test.

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Trying to find the right career is never easy, and yet it is one of the single most important moments of a person’s life. This particular test is designed to make this decision easier by showcasing jobs that share your interests, values and ideas. Participants also have the opportunity to win prizes! So be sure to check it out at the following link:

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If you find any of these opportunities interesting, I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors!

My Opinion on the Australian Publishing Scene

Normally I publish only poetry on this blog. In my spare time though (when I am not online, enjoying life, or being drowned under the weight of work), I am attempting to become a published author. With the amount of trouble I am having in becoming published, I always felt it would be nice to find a blog, a post, or anything really, that could help outline what the publishing industry in Australia is like today. Since I am unable to find one, I thought I would simply articulate my opinions garnered from personal experience.

One thing that I constantly find amazing is the information which is provided, and the realisation I have had which reveals how one hand apparently has no idea what the other is doing. I know, cliche expression, but nothing could be more true. University lecturers and tutors I often find are quick to articulate how these past couple of years and the few that are yet to come are the best times to enter the publishing and writing industry, whereas publishers and literary agents reveal quite the opposite.

Back in 2005 when I completed my first short story collection, I began to look for publishers. At the time of the anthology’s orchestration, publishers were apparently happy to accept such a literary style, and when I had finished the text, suddenly many of the publishers who were willing to accept short stories had dried up, and this has only consistently become worse. At the beginning of 2013 I was alerted by a literary agent how apparently the short fiction industry in Australia was completely dead. Most publishers are unwilling to accept such work, and according to professors involved in the writing field at Melbourne University, the interest in short stories has seen a rapid decline over the years in exchange for young adult fiction.

Predominantly, I have been told how the best way to become published is to write either young adult fiction (which I cannot because I consistently get the voice wrong) or fantasy (which has never truly acquired my attention from a writing point of view). What’s more, if a writer creates a series, this is expected to be even more attractive, for the potential success of one book (which has been proven over the past few years with fantasy series’ being all the rage) will inevitably mean that any sequels will rake in just as much popularity.

Moving on, the novel that I have been trying to publish is a science fiction piece, which I have since edited and am in the process of cutting into three separate texts. In 2010, Ewan Mitchell, a known Australian writer in the publishing scene expressed to me when I told him about my project how science fiction was a great genre to write about because it was not constrained and could be internationally understood. A book about the Australian outback for instance may not acquire international acclaim, but Mitchell stressed that science fiction was at the opposite end of the spectrum.

At the start of 2013 I was told by literary agents how fantasy was a dominant genre and science fiction had generally begun to decline, and in December last year I received the same news, only amplified, being told how science fiction was ‘depressed’. As far as I can tell, only five literary agents are willing to accept science fiction oriented work (Australian Literary Management, Cameron’s Management, Curtis Brown, Golvan Arts (although they stress they are very busy) and Jenny Darling and Associates), with two of the other agencies that once accepted such a genre having gone out of business. It’s almost ironic, and clearly was meant to be – I’m depressed and the genre I write about feels the same way.

If that’s not enough, publishers and literary agents have done nothing over the past two years to make me feel any better about becoming successful as a writer. Almost every agent and publisher I contact with regards to whether they are accepting the kind of pieces I write, stress how this is the worst time to become an aspiring writer. So bad in fact that in December of last year, a literary agent (I do believe it was Australian Literary Management) told me to consider another career. Good thing I’m been kept busy by four part time jobs else I would be in trouble.

Sadly though, every time my aspirations are shot down, my opinion on the chances that I have to enter such an industry begin to slowly fade, and after so much trouble I begin to wonder whether I should even bother continuing. True, I have wanted to be an author since I was 5, but I don’t think it is ever too late to run, in the words of an old limerick, over the hills and far away. After so much effort though, do I really wish for my dreams to come crashing down around me without putting up a fight?

True, I could consider the self-publishing scene, but that additionally has its issues. Zeinab Alayan, self published author of Puppet Parade, once said last year that becoming self published was a good thing to put on her resume so publishers could perhaps take this fact under advisement next time she went looking for a potential publisher. However, Australian Literary Management have a clause in their submission guidelines, stating how they will not accept the work of people who have been previously self published. Ouch!

Furthermore, rarely do publishers or literary agents appear willing to help aspiring authors. Many literary agents stress how they are no longer accepting pieces from anyone, and those that are, say the chance of them representing new authors is slim because they are focusing on assisting the authors they are at present signed with. Most publishers furthermore, from Pan to Hodder Headline are unwilling to accept unsolicited work – in layman’s terms, unless work is submitted to them from a literary agent, they do not want to read it. This is made harder by the point that I stressed earlier how literary agents accepting work are rarer than Sasquatch.

Now,  Text Publishing is one of the only Australian publishers who accept unsolicited work, and Allen and Unwin have what they call the Friday Pitch. For the past few years, every Friday a writer is able to send a synopsis, the first chapter of their novel, and a cover sheet which the publisher supplies, and Allen and Unwin will assess the work over the course of a fortnight. Other publishers are unwilling to take chances on new writers, and what really makes me growl in utter frustration is how the rules handed down by publishers do not apply to writers who are already successfully published.

As previously mentioned, since 2004 the short story industry has been descending into inevitable extinction, and yet during this period, Paul Jennings, Andrew Daddo and Andy Griffiths, authors who consistently write short stories, have had their anthologies published, even when their publishing houses (Penguin, Hodder and Pan) have stated in their submission guidelines for over the past few years how they do not accept short stories.

Moving on, poetry is just as defunct as many other literary arts according to publishers, although on occasion I wonder if this is at all accurate. Not one of the major poetry houses are accepting such pieces any longer, with Wendy Flemming, former president of the Melbourne Poets Union stating to me in 2012 how poetry is an art form from the 70s, and is no longer in vogue as it was then. Professor John Brophy of Melbourne University additionally stated in late 2013 that when he was a young poet he was not exactly very well compensated economically, which makes me wonder for how long such an art form has been losing popularity.

In fact, in mid 2013 one of Australia’s leading poetry publishing houses, Brandl and Schlesinger, explained how they were no longer accepting submissions because of a sizable backlog. Due to this, aspiring poets can only hope to have their work published in anthologies (almost every university have their own, which is also on occasion open to the general public), or in smaller publishing houses like the Suburban Review and Five Islands Press. However, Five Islands only ever accepts work in November, and only picks a couple of the vast quantity of submissions they receive. Having attended one of their meetings, I have seen the number of submissions they are sent, and all I can say is this; I am glad I don’t work for them. Hence the reason why I wonder if poetry truly is as defunct as some publishers may lead one to believe.

On that note, does anyone else in Australia have an opinion on the publishing and writing industry? Internationally, do readers elsewhere have an opinion on the writing and publishing sectors in their countries? Do readers agree that today is perhaps the worst time to consider becoming a professional author, or am I speaking utter nonsense? I would very much like to hear (or in this case read) your thoughts!

Thank you for reading.

New Opportunities Available with Good Morning Bedtime Story

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen

Good Morning Bedtime Story, an international online organization dedicated to building an awareness of mental health through writing, poetry, art and music has a number of new prospects that are coming alive in 2014.

The first is the announcement of a forum, where people will be able to discuss issues they are having whilst dealing with their mental illness, talk about their survival stories and offer advice to others who are suffering. We hope it will become an area of the internet where those suffering depression, bipolar, schizophrenia or any other form of mental illness will be able to congregate and safely discuss their lives, challenges and feelings.

Additionally on the forum, emerging artists will be able to showcase aspects of their artistic creations and acquire feedback in order to help become published. This will assist artists with becoming creative contributors in Good Morning Bedtime Story (GMBS) anthologies.

To help manage the forum, GMBS will require moderators to look at the conversations taking place to ensure that none begin to show racism, hatred, derogatory comments or excessive violence.

Moreover, GMBS still has a number of openings available for volunteers. Jobs will include updating social media pages; posting calls for submissions to anthologies; marketing any new ventures the organization is undertaking, and creating ideas to advantageously benefit the organizational cause.

GMBS is always open for online submissions, which will be posted on the website. Volunteers too are able to contribute with submissions, and those who volunteer their services have the opportunity to receive a recommendation for their resume.

If anyone is interested in becoming involved with GMBS, you can e-mail them at: gmbssubmissions@gmail.com

In the e-mail, explain why mental health matters to you, what ideas you have to help further promote the organization, and also outline whether you are interested in working as a forum moderator. Only successful applicants will be contacted.

If you ever want to submit work to GMBS, you may submit poetry, writing (both fictional and memoir), music and images relating to mental health to: gmbssubmissions@gmail.com

You are able to post under a pseudonym if you wish, and all published work remains copyright of the original creators. Be sure to include the word ‘submission’ in the title of the e-mail.

Thank you for reading and I hope you consider submitting work and contributing to the organization.

Say what? I’m nominated for Blog of the Year?

I was quite surprised a few days ago when I realised that I had been nominated by Amreen Shaikh (http://painttheworldwithwords.wordpress.com/) for the Blog of the Year Award. Thank you kindly! Amreen’s blog is often filled with positive ideologies and quotes that are very easy to read, so you may want to check it out sometime!

Like all blog awards their are rules, and this particular one is no exception:

One – select the blogs you believe are deserving of the nomination

Two – Write a post about the blogs you chose to nominate and present the blogs with the award

Three – Let the blogs know they have been nominated, and the rules involved in accepting the award

Four – Come over and say ‘hello’ to the promulgator of the Blog of the Year award at this link:
http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/blog-awards-2-/blog-of-the-year-2013-award/
(apparently this is a mandatory part of accepting the award, and if you do not do this, then the world will end. So, if I wake up to a meteor shower tomorrow, it will be because of YOU!)

Five – You can additionally join the Blog of the Year Facebook Page and share your posts:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/BlogoftheYear

Six – Lastly, link back to the blog that nominated you and (in the words of the rules) proudly display the award for all to see and start gathering stars! Yes, stars! Each time you are nominated for the award you gain another star. There are six to collect. And once you have all six, a billion dollars will come flying out from the screen. No, it won’t – sorry! I have no idea what happens once you collect all six stars. Probably nothing. Might feel good about it though!

Below are my nominations for the award (in alphabetical order):

http://annjohnsonmurphreeauthor.wordpress.com/

http://cheeesetoastieandvideogames.com/

http://cncfashionaccessories.wordpress.com/

http://courtingmadness.wordpress.com/

http://duckofindeed.wordpress.com/

http://gabrielsfury.wordpress.com/

http://jackflacco.com/

http://journeyinrhyme.wordpress.com/

http://ljoysharkey.wordpress.com/

http://metarvheenoia.wordpress.com/

http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/

http://ourconsciousness.wordpress.com/

http://prinsesamusang.wordpress.com/

http://recollectionsofplay.wordpress.com/

http://reowr.wordpress.com/

http://shifanaseerpoems.wordpress.com/

http://thesanctuaryofmyheart.com/

http://zenscribbles.wordpress.com/

 

Congratulations guys! I probably missed a couple of amazing blogs from my list, and for that I do hope you forgive me! And thank you to Amreen again for the award!

Cheers! Have a great week!

A Versatile Family

Recently, fellow blogger Ann Johnson-Murphree nominated me for not only the Versatile Blogger Award, but for the WordPress Family Award as well. Ms. Johnson-Murphree’s page can be found at this link: http://annjohnsonmurphreeauthor.wordpress.com/

Ms. Johnson-Murphree is an amazingly talented poet and writer who I recommend reading if you are not already.

Previously I have been lucky enough to be awarded both the Versatile Blogger Award and the WordPress Family Award as well, and so I shall provide the links to these two awards below if you wish to check out what I previously wrote upon being nominated. Normally I don’t write more than one post regarding awards I receive and this will be no exception.

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Here is the link to my previous Versatile Blogger post: http://wp.me/p24LWs-6l

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And here is the link to the post I did for the WordPress Family award: http://wp.me/p24LWs-8H

Again, thank you to Ms. Johnson-Murphree for the award nominations. If I am lucky I usually only acquire one, so to be award two nominations – that is pretty awesome.

Have a great day readers! Or night as the case may be!  😀

If I dream of thee

Hey guys! This particular poem is one for a university class of mine. Thought I might run it by you guys first before giving it over to my class mates and tutor to look over. I am using a bit of an experiential design here. The piece is meant to be reminiscent of place and space, ‘space’ in this aspect being my opinion of a place, or, in the case of the poem, a person. Please feel free to comment if you believe that there is something wrong with either the consistency or any other aspect!
I appreciate you taking the time to read.
Also, there are a couple of sexual references and some profanity in the piece. Thought I should mention that in case I receive some very young viewers!  😀

Waiting I was for twenty six years to find her,
and wonder I do when I think
together four years was not enough.
Is it greed that floods my sensors,
or is it more of something different
that is yet to be mentioned here?

General Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo
proclaimed that he be worthy
when fell upon his sword he did.
An answer I am yet to find
when question I do my worthiness
to hold onto the memory
of the woman I called my home,
for every day her voice I hear
on moments when soundlessness be not abandoned.

‘When we lay our heads down upon plush pillows,
our hearts begin to beat slower.
We succumb to the tiring sensation
that runs throughout our systems,
and as we close our eyes and let sleep take us,
promise me, my darling,
in the quiet of your fantasies,
you will have hallucinations
of my undying embrace.

This imprisonment is necessary,
for in our dreams we shall meet,
as we sleep under the cover of darkness
that has drowned out the day,
the dead of night rapping at our windows
as we soundlessly dream.
Although we are separated
by the immense oceans of time
that stretch out across the universe,
the nexus between us is most strongest
when our consciousness has been denied.

In this world we are bound not
by the limitations of the living,
who be impaired by lack of vision.
During our dream state we can see ourselves
for who we truly are in the land of the ancient spirits.
Lead you I will, through your sleep
until the two of us are together,
right where we eternally belong.

When around you I’m not,
let love be your guide.
I am in the weather that surrounds you;
my feelings are the winds
drifting across your features;
my thoughts are in the rain that hangs in the air,
and by the end you shall be mine,
as destined you are to be.

Every time you close your eyes it’s me you glimmer
because, in your memories I am alive,
for love like ours lasts more than forever,
it is time itself, and when meet again we do tonight
in your unconscious mind,
you have my permission to run your sweet
fingers through every strand of my hair.

Kiss me with your lips
that be stained with eternal love,
from which I have digested greatly
the affection of my paramour,
and happily drink your love I will,
just as you have drunk mine.

Eat your fill of my feelings
prepared on this platter,
for like numbers, my passion is never ending,
and just when you cannot stomach no more
I will kiss you awake
and tomorrow we can begin anew.’

Spoken are these words few
across the veil of serene passing,
and listen do I to the garrulous tongue
of my beloved as her whisper hangs on the wind,
for love that be true can be halted not
by even the dispersions of sacrilege.
Bound is fidelity’s chalice of mine
that points towards true north,
and when cometh my end does
meet her, my lady, shall I
in the city of angels that floats on the wings
of faith, truth and love.

A time there was once though
when different her emotions were,
and it was I who sacrificed his affection
in order to ensnare the complete attention
of the future residence my heart
longed to live within.

No problem have I ever with saying ‘I love you’
when such words are meant, although I believe
she did once resent such terminology.
Beneath her bench she did keep a voodoo doll
in the shape of any man who charmed her heart,
and stab the thing repeatedly she would
with a needle of solid silver
until a man fell out of fixation with her.

This attitude of hers was an unnecessary one;
a burden upon my soul that seldom feels rejection.
Resent these tactics I did,
knowing how not I would be felled
by such malicious crimes against my romance,
and as I whispered into her ‘all will be alright’,
her bated breath was then released
and she did simply breathe again
in unison with the beating of my palpitating heart.

So if I dream of thee this night,
waketh me not from slumber,
for the elements of but brick and timber
represent not the corporeal visage
of my heart’s desire,
and my one affliction.

My mortal coils bound
by the elixir of her good fortune
offers a defensive reprieve
from the bed of loneliness,
wishing not to sleep beneath the duvet
of such misfortune.

But sometimes this be not enough,
and the phone I ring to have a conversation
with the unforgotten dead.
The ghost of my one true love
is recorded on a loop,
that shall proceed to play for an infinitude,
for the immortal carrier of her voice time is.
I listen with an empowered intent,
to hear my heart’s home say the last goodbye
we were eternally denied.

Shall not shed a tear I will,
but joy instead will be that which erupts
across my features,
for the unwritten tale of our affection
is a story worth consideration
in the halls of unequalled passion.

Not is my permanent place of residence
my home. Protection it does indeed provide,
like a barrier between worlds,
but love and warmth is given not
by the walls of this establishment.
My homesickness felt is not for this construction,
but the home that hath occupy
this residence once with me.

The home that which contains
my palpitating muscle
of passionate throes
alas is a stationary object not,
but a ravishing creature
of independence
who hath captured me
with an unending ease.

Inanimate is not my home,
her roof that which shelters me
being not a mass of tiles
but hair, each strand belonging
in its own place upon
the herbal scented features
of her head, burning
like an out of control grass fire
that rampages across the land.

Cement and brick her flesh is not,
but gentle to the touch
of my fine fingers as I caress
a form of physical magnificence
quite like no other,
my home having taken legitimately
the crown of purest gorgeousness
from the head of Aphrodite,
being bestowed this grateful honour
on the orders of a winged angel,
the Goddess of love and beauty
having for the first time
to stand in the shadows
of my beloved’s figure.

Like a painting hung upon the wall,
her body be the canvas
of such fruitful expenditure.
A rose that be as dark as night
is etched upon her shoulder left,
whilst a sentence strung from words writ
beneath the surface of her flesh
is accumulated on the opposing side;
Je n’ai l’amour de soi et j’adore ca.

A symbol of nefarious intent
in the form of a religious cross
that be hung inappropriately,
drawn in the darkest colour imaginable
that be thick like it is filthy
is painted ever so delicately
across the sumptuous design of her back.

The opposite to this artwork
is, ironically, on the other side,
a slender angel in an ink of blue
hangs like a chandelier
between the ample peaks of her chest,
the wings of this here blessed creature
resting upon thy lady’s bosom’s mantel.

An artist, who must have perspired dangerously
during the birth of the snake
that worms its way around my lady’s lower regions
would have begun the piece of work
where the tail lies beneath the button
in her body’s centre.
Its form slithers towards that which
shall not be mentioned yet,
the tongue of this venomous reptile
resting but an inch above Venus’s mound.

A fire breathing serpent,
quite unlike the creature writ
in the stanza prior,
rests its inflamed features
upon the leg of the woman I call home,
a ring of fire burning
around the body of this wretched beast.

Felt not is pain by a house that is built,
but when born, a different story this is,
however, never ought a tale such as this
be written upon the page again.
A tear, crystalline in appearance
will roll across the flawless features
of the woman I have here regaled,
when consumed with bereavement
her gorgeous soul unfortunately suffers
once the deliverance of offensive villainy
unto her life of beauty is betided.

But she be strong in contrast
with what may be believed,
and if flirt too much did a man
unworthy of her consideration,
apply she would mascara to his angry eyes
and to his chapped lips would be gloss
as she proclaimed with a smile
‘now you be my little bitch!’

If, like a volcano, a commotion did erupt,
and enter did I the room where explode the violence had,
only to find one such person beaten up upon the floor,
‘what the fuck have happen here?’
would be the words bestowed from me,
before being told, simplistically;
‘like this it did happen –
started it he did, and it be I who ended it.’

The lights that illuminate
dark passages on a cold winter’s night
are her cayenne flavoured eyes, shining brighter
than the stars orbiting our atmosphere
that need not switching on,
for always do they exceed
all else that radiates this world
in glowing fixtures.

The chimney is connected not
atop her frame, but to her mouth,
the slender stick of smouldering ash
permeating the world around her
with its obnoxious fumes.
The repugnant flavour of the smoke,
once cycled through her lungs,
has become a scent so sweet,
one could not imagine it was ever so brutal to behold.

Like oxygen is this fragranced cloud
to her, the scented smoke
bringing a smile to those lips that be reminiscent
of the flames she bathes in.
Her cigarette could spontaneously erupt
and paint the effigy of a blazing inferno
that spans her entire body,
and she would shrug and say with bated breath,
‘had to happen sometime.’

Unlike a house belonging
to the land, rooted in place
and grown from the imagination
of workmen’s fingers,
like the seedling of a growing flower,
who speakth only with the
creaking of wood
hanging above me in the ceiling,
its choice in words
reaching my ears on nights
when the wind blows thickest,
different is the speech postulated
from the lips of my humble home.

Opinionated is she,
with an intellect that defies
all known comprehension,
the sounds that roll off her tongue
being not sounds at all,
but words, that need not deciphering
as I listen with an avid ear
to the harmonic gestures
of a musical score
that ought never to be unheard.

The words that fall from thy mouth
match those which be produced
by the lady from my dreams incarnate,
whose words, spoken in an accent untraceable
are concocted by rosy lips of a pink hue
which long, like a flower in the meadow
to be plucked, oh so courteously.

‘You’re the air I breathe,
you’re the sword I seethe,
you’re everything I know.
You’re the destination I will go
to hold onto you my king.’
‘You’re my diamond ring,
you’re my lighthouse in the harbour.
You are the future mother
of my children, my loving queen,
the only one who makes me feel like a human being.’

Although not is meaning lost to thy words spoken,
come a time does on occasion
when what be said fails to clarify
the feelings found within,
and it is on rare occasion such as this
that the touch of flesh against flesh
will say more than what could ever be spoken aloud.

An entryway there be not of conventional design
to touch the soul within her castle’s keep,
for there be no moat to cross
and there be no palace guard.
But permission is ever only granted
to those deserving of her patronage,
the fire that burns within touched only
by the hands of those with just merit
who hath captivated her unruly passion.

Ease not my way through the front door
for there be no knob to turn,
but a buckle that needs undoing
to reveal a pathway to a dungeon
of incomprehensible delights,
the likes of which I cannot help
but lust to plunder.

Upon the first time of this moment transpiring
I remember what sprang to mind, the thoughts,
and I said to myself with gusto great;
‘I shall not shield my eyes,
for the morbid curiosity of mine
is a boundless ocean,
that longs to explore the farthest reaches
of my destined home,
with regions contained across all surfaces
yet to be named by man,
and if I may be so bold
to ask the owner of this here promise land
a question, with regards to whether
I can be the explorer to put a name
to these areas of lustrous pleasure
and great beauty, when exploring
not just her lower most features,
but the mountain ranges of her torso.’

Now, that it be time for a conclusion
to be writ upon the page,
it can be said with a heart, heavy with burden,
that ‘death is when the darkness takes you,
belittled by the black of night.
I don’t want to feel this first before I die,
I want to feel you instead,
for you are oh so hot like a burning bush,
the embers of your effigy
captivating me with a raw ecstasy of emotion
unlike any that I have inhaled before,
and known it should throughout the land
that separate we shall not,
for, unequivocally, there be no death in love.’

A little bird told me I’m a Liebster Blogger…

…Recently, I was nominated for the Liebster Blog Award by Billieazahir (AKA The Eye), which I am incredibly appreciative for.

http://billieazahir.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/the-liebster-award/

I do apologise for taking a while to finally register the award on my blog. Originally I thought I had already received this. True, I have, but apparently not on this blog as of yet…until now! Again, thank you!

liebster-award

As with all awards there are rules, and those for the Liebster Blogger are as follows:

1: Link back to the person who nominated you
2: Place the award on your blog and/or in a post
3: Answer the 10 questions your nominator asked
4: State 10 random facts about yourself
5: Nominate 10 other bloggers and alert them to the nomination

So, without further ado, the questions I am required to answer…

1. Do you have a goal in life?
I think everyone has at least one of these (that’s a ‘yes’ FYI) (The question asked me to specify whether I had a goal. It didn’t ask me to say what it was!)

2. City or countryside?
Hmmmm, this is an interesting one. I am originally from the country but now reside in the outer suburbs of Melbourne. I think it really depends. I have never been a huge fan of the city; the bustling crowds; the noise; the traffic congestion; the amount of time it takes to get there, etc.
The city however is viewed as the land of opportunity, the country not being provided with such an image. However, I think the ideology behind said opportunities is more often than not a farce, for they seem to dry up awfully fast.
I think the benefit of living out in the country would be the silence and overall absence of large quantities of people (if one at the time wishes to experience this kind of tranquillity) and perhaps the fact that one could see the stars better at night. The vast quantity of light in the city and surrounding regions makes such an endeavour almost impossible to accomplish, but in the country, as a teacher once told me, the ‘stars flee there’, so why not on occasion join them?

 3. What was the last word you looked up in the dictionary?
Prolixity: an avid sesquipedalian/something which is tediously long

 4. If you had a time machine where would you go?
Now, this is something. I could say that I have always been interested in Cleopatra and go back in time to see how she ruled her dynasty. I could say that I want to see my future, or the future in general in an attempt to garner when and if the aliens come to annihilate us, or vice versa. Honestly though, I have so much going on right now, professionally, personally, educationally and mentally that I am probably content remaining right here in the 21st century. Although I like to look to the future rather than reminisce on the past, I would rather live through it rather than leap frog across certain periods. What is life if you ain’t exactly living it, eh? I’m not exactly one of those people who believe I was put here for a reason, but if I was placed here, it was because I was meant to accomplish something in this time, not in another. On that note, I will keep my feet firmly placed on the ground in today, rather than yesterday, tomorrow or any other date that is miles beyond me. Besides, everyone I love is here; family, friends, girl of my dreams; why would I want to leave any of this behind?

5. Pirate or Vampires?
Vampires – I realise they can be a real pain in the neck, but they don’t say ‘arrrr!’, so that’s something I guess

6. Are you an easily satisfied person or you do you keep working to obtain something
I’m neither, but I’m both. I don’t think this answer typically transcribes the situation, so allow me to provide an example. I’m probably going to be more honest and revealing than I would like, but hey, this is my blog, right? Okay, here goes; I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while. There is actually a point to such a humiliating remark as you will come to find throughout this answer. Well, that ‘while’ is a little longer than I would probably care to reveal. At the present moment, it is more than five years, but less than six. That means, I have not gone out on a date, kissed, or done anything else in the ocean of ‘romantic’ in that period of time with a woman. Now, I would never say that I was stereotypically satisfied with this, but I guess one does eventually become accustomed to, I don’t know, loneliness? True, I have family and I do have friends (although work, et al does come between us more often than not and makes interaction rather difficult and primarily confined to social media), but I guess there is always this hole that is left unfilled which is where a paramour is meant to reside. Now, although I said that perhaps I was ‘used to’ this situation, I don’t exactly mean that anyone can become ‘used to’ anything like this, but routine does eventually become part of one’s life, as it has mine; living alone, eating alone, drinking alone. Maybe on one hand I do wish that I might find someone who could love me. Believe me, I’ve looked, in this city at least. But I know this is just a pipe dream; a childhood fantasy; I’m an adult, and because of that I know there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Now, I guess one could argue that I am, maximum, 24 years of age, and a minimum of 22 (I don’t like revealing the actual digits); I probably shouldn’t be such a depressing individual. But I am not going to waste my time looking for something that doesn’t exist and I am not going to drag anyone else down with me. For those who believe there is someone out there for everyone, they must also believe that some people are destined to be alone, and I am pretty sure I fall into that category. I made my decision; I accepted my fate, and now I have to live with it. Sorry if that sounds depressing. Believe it or not, I don’t think I am terribly depressed in reality though.

7. Sweet or savoury?
Depends on my mood

 8. Do you believe in Karma?
No, but I believe in luck, or perhaps a lack thereof. I would like to think that for all of the bad luck one receives, an equal amount of good luck needs to happen, and when something good transpires, something bad inevitably needs to occur to ensure equilibrium.

9. What’s your favourite comedy film?
I don’t have one; I have several, (in alphabetical order) Bad Eggs, Beverly Hills Cop, Big Trouble in Little China, Blue State, Blue Streak, (the) Breakfast Club, Elf, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, (the) In-Laws, Just Buried, Love Actually, Love Happens, Sergeant Bilko…there’s probably a few more but I can’t quite remember them right now  😀

10. Fantasy or sci-fi?
Def Sci-Fi! Lasers, flying ships and foxy alien chicks! I am so there!

Now, the ten things about myself…

One: I read once on the Facebook page of an up and coming psychologist that she believed approximately 92% of guys wished women would make the first move when it came to relationships. I totally agree! In fact, I’m one of the 92%! Why don’t women ask guys out? They know what they want – what’s stopping them from going out and getting it?

Two: I’m a massive video gamer. When I’m not playing video games, I’m playing video games, and when I’m not playing video games, well, I’m probably doing something else

Three: I have a high calibre of respect for intellect

Four: I have a thing for jewellery – traditional, metal, silver, gothic – you name it, I’m into it

Five: I’m kind of anti-social and I don’t like large crowds – they have a tendency to freak me out

Six:  I often respond well to bribes

Seven: I know two languages; English and bad English – I don’t have the mandatory intellect to succinctly learn more

Eight: I’m a published poet, although funnily enough, I’ve never been published in my home country. Don’t ask me why, although if I were to speculate, I would assume that other countries often have more publishing and anthology houses than Australia does, so are able to accept my trash, whereas Australia has so few houses related to the publishing of poetry and prose, et al, that they must be more strict with the pieces they accept and thus, only have room for ‘the best’. Often ‘the best’ revolves around pieces that are about Australia, and I (and anyone familiar with my blog will know this) more often than not attempt to avoid the subject of my home country for a find it a very difficult and albeit sometimes ludicrous topic to write about, and thus stick to depressing soporific romantic pieces, which traditionally never become published in Australia.

Nine: I can’t dance. Well, truth be told I haven’t tried in quite a while, so maybe my body spontaneously learnt how to one night while I slept? Doubtful, but still…the way I see it, the only time I will ever dance again is the day the world ends. Not because I am happy – but because I won’t have to worry about embarrassing myself or looking stupid because it’s not like there’s going to be anyone around to remember it.

Ten: I sometimes look morose. Not because I am morose, well, I kind of am, but whenever I smile, I kind of look like a psychopathic killer. So don’t mistake my moroseness for genuine moroseness – I might actually be happy, or at least a little bit!?

Okay, now for my nominations: I’m going to be honest with you – I might be following quite a number of blogs, but I am a little too, what’s the word I’m looking for, lazy (?) to nominate ten potential bloggers. So instead, anyone who reads this post and wants the award, it is yours!

Now, for the ten questions for the nominees to answer…

One: Do you really have the time to answer pointlessly boring questions like these?

Two: You are at home, and suddenly everything, technological dies; your laptop, the internet, your phone, your i-pod, your microwave, you name it, it is offline! This continues for 106 hours. What do you do over the course of these hours to occupy your time?

Three: XBOX One or PS4?

Four: What countries around the globe have you travelled to? Whether you have/haven’t, what countries would you like to travel to in the future?

Five: Would you rather assault the alien mother-ship or delve into the dragon’s den? Why?

Six: What is your favourite food group?

Seven: What is your favourite word?

Eight: What is/are your favourite animal/animals?

Nine: Would you rather be filthy rich and have the opportunity to procure anything and everything with the exception of romantic companionship, or would you rather be economically alright (but with a probable financial collapse sometime in your future) and happily and madly in love?

Ten: We currently live in a post-colonial society. Although a great deal of violence and unfathomable distress, both cultural and emotional was inevitably caused by colonialism, do you personally believe that colonialism is a negative occurrence in humanity’s history?

 

Again, thank you to Billieazahir (AKA The Eye) for the Liebster Blogger Award!

Have a great day everyone!

Cheers!  😀