A Fortress Inside

Every day is better than the day before.


A glowing gem 

Of a brand-new day 

And everything that could possibly happen 

Is happening somewhere 

A shining diamond 

Of a treasured friend 

Lightens up the landscape of my soul 

A golden light 

As love unravels 

Leaving a void to be filled 

With fresh adoration 

I don’t have to ask 

For the joy that is 

Every day easier than the last 

I don’t have to ask 

For the joy that is 

My family to be proud 

As I forge on 

The black sheep 

The wayward soul 

The wild one 

And the prodigal son… 

Is turning a corner 

Is finally come good 

And nothing is truly perfect 

So accept all that is 

Be stoic and brave 

When the hardship strikes 

The universe will remember you 

As one who fought and won 

The toughest battles 

Of your generation 

Of your society

Be a rock 

Stand tall 

And when the demons come knocking 

Answer with strength and purpose 

That your life was never forfeit 

A fortress inside  

That nothing can defeat 

I’ve been through some tough times and I think it’s made me strong and resilient in a way that only serious hardship can. If I think about how my mind works and the determination I have, compared to who I was in my early twenties I never would have thought I would be the kind of person I am today. There is still much work to be done but I nurse a little pride for where I am in life.

Everyday gets better than the day before.  

The Promised Land

Never lose sight of how it could’ve been. 


Strange Days  


Angels and Demons 

Push and pull 

Good men ruined 

By addiction 



Deep in thought 

I remember to be 

Just happy to be 

A free man 

With a job 

With a place 

And a few good friends 

I bought records today 

Imagine the luxury 

Compared to cinder block walls 

Compared to headaches 

Bad food, fire alarms, violence 

Strange Days 


Myriad choices 

Every decision resonates 

For days, weeks, years, 

Try to have more good news than bad 

And everything worth doing 

Takes five years to master 

So as always 

I knuckle down 

To the task at hand 

And wait to find the promised land 

Or maybe, just maybe, for the promised land to find me 


Sincere apologies to my readers for going off the grid for so long without an explanation. I started a new job, was studying by night and was in a bit of a depressive rut.  

I’ve started writing again and intend to start posting on a regular basis. 

I have to remind myself when I’m a little depressed that not that long ago I was doing it so much tougher. I’ve been collecting records and have my own car, place and job so in a lot of ways things are actually pretty awesome. Always room for improvement but things could be so much worse.  

Gratitude in all things, let me never lose sight of how it could’ve been. 

Something New

Float on and live without despair. 


Something fresh 

Something new 

The next chapter 

Of a heart that’s true 

Work hard as always 

Live for the weekend 

Solace and meaning 

As I eliminate weakness 

Demons everywhere 

 I avoid them like the plague 

Traps and falsehoods 

The fucked-up bed I’ve made 

Cos it’s hard on the outside 

To steer clear of your vices 

When your peers are the cream 

Of the criminal classes 

It’s hard to find work  

With a criminal record 

It’s hard to find friends 

As a thirty-four-year-old adult 

But I’ll wait patiently  

For things to change 

Look for the best in me 

In this world so strange 

Cos this is the greatest 

Show on earth 

Existence in the present world 

The miracle of your birth 

We have enough to eat 

A rood over our heads 

Technology and wonder 

A warm cozy bed 

So give thanks for our blessings 

Give thanks for our time 

We are given on earth 

And the meaning we find 

No matter how hard it gets 

It can all float away 

Never give up 

Tomorow’s a new day 


I’ve been having a break from the poetry, partly to focus on my studies and career prospects and partly that I feel I have said everything that’s on my mind already. I don’t do a lot of rhyming stuff but this one felt natural. 

Life after incarceration is full of challenges, finding work and figuring out when to tell a date about my past are often a struggle. Somehow, I manage to float on and live without despairing or losing hope. 

Tranquil Thoughts

Our lives in the future are shaped by the ideas and actions in the present


The navigator plots a course 

To greener pastures forever more 

Better people, better places, better life 

The sweetest taste of effort rewarded 

As hard work the furnace 

Satisfies where vice falls short 

As all the troubles of the past 

Drift away in the light 

Of future possibility 

6 long years 

Of mental preparation 

To run the marathon 

Of a life well lived 

And it doesn’t come easy 

Nothing worth doing ever does 

So I shoulder my burden 

And walk through the snow 

To the highest mountain 

To the river of truth 

To the forest of death 

And the cities of hope 

God bless us all  

The ones who finally realize 

The miracle of our existence 

And the potential that life brings 

Work hard, have fun 

Stay true and make the most 

Of the plethora of potential lives to live 

May we scatter the seeds  

Of ideas worth thinking 

And let them shade us all 

With tranquil thoughts 


As cliché as it sounds, I’m all about 5-year plans, I have a clear idea of where I’d like to be and what I’d like to be doing down the track. I’m starting from scratch working in a waste management facility driving a forklift but I’m studying graphic design and would love to start my own business when I know how. 

The goal is to be surrounded by positive, creative people and to be doing something I love. We spend so much of our time at work that I don’t want to spend it watching the clock and living for the weekend. 

Our lives in the future are shaped by the ideas and actions in the present, in jail they called me the navigator, so I plot a course to a life well lived. 


Beautiful people, beautiful souls. 


The girls all looked stunning 

Dressed up for a wedding 

We wore flowers in our hair 

That day at the catacombs 

And in a lucky turn of events 

A volcano in Iceland erupted 

And all the planes were grounded for a week  

Oh, what a shame 

We had to remain 

Another week  

In a bed and breakfast 

Not far from the Vatican 

My best mate 

And my favorite girl 

With nothing to do 

But explore a majestic city 

Eat, drink and be merry 

In the glow that only comes 

From old friends from brighter days 

The bride was well liked 

And the groom was forgiven 

For a little mincing in his gait 

Oh yes, 

The girls all looked stunning 

How blessed we were 

To have such radiant company 

I’ve never laughed so hard 

Or felt as sharp 

As on that trip 

Now it remains a reminder 

That fate sometimes smiles on us 

And can be kind as well as cruel 

The girls all looked stunning 

It won’t ever happen that way again 

But the memory  

Is a treasure for life 


Whilst I was locked up I had access to a guitar for a while, I wrote some songs and this poem is a reworking of the lyrics of one of those songs. 

A very long time ago I was blessed enough to go to an old friend’s wedding in Rome. It was a little window of happiness in an otherwise painful decade and serves as a reminder that it’s not all doom and gloom. 

The photo is an actual photo from the wedding, beautiful people, beautiful souls. 

A Little Less Cruel

We do our best to navigate the problems at hand 



In my neck of the woods 

We all live lives  

Of quiet tragedy 

Some more than others it’s true 

But spend long enough on planet earth 

And something will go wrong 

Pray you have the strength 

To negotiate hardship 

Trauma and turmoil 

When the devil strikes 

Because no matter who you are 

Things can fall apart 

In a heart beat 

In a day 

In a year 

And some get so down 

They choose to end it 

So that it takes hard work 

To forgive humanity 

To love this imperfect world 

With all its flaws 

And it’s also true  

That once in a blue moon 

A man or woman finds peace 

Epiphany, Euphoria and Ecstasy 

Even for just a moment 

And that knowing these states are possible 

Can get you through 

And keep the wolves at bay 

Mum said:  

Life is 95% hard work 

And 5% really lovely… 

Dad said:  

Grind on through thick and thin 

Even if you’re dead to the world. 

So, we work hard  

And strive everyday 

To find  

Something worthwhile 

Something meaningful 

Something true 

To make this journey  

A little less cruel 


When I look at my peers, mates from work and mates from jail it seems like everyone is battling to keep their head above the surface. Many of them struggle with addiction, mental health issues, homelessness and violence. 

There are probably some walks of life where existence isn’t such a struggle and I fully intend to find them. 

For now, we just do our best to navigate the problems at hand. 


What do you want to be remembered for? 


Inspiration and perspiration 

Work hard to reach your destination 

The call of paradise and sweet delight 

Beckons us into the night 

Driving home on my own 

To my throne I’m in the zone 

To acknowledge the blessings 

Of first world wealth 

To love with gratitude 

Our continued good health 

Plenty of everything 

And everything in place 

The trials of life 

Written on my face 

Keep Mum sweet 

Make Dad proud 

Find my feet and say out loud 

Life is beautiful 

Life is bliss 

Life is as profound 

As a very first kiss 

Souls get born into the world 

Souls go home into the next 

Still looking for that special girl 

Still working hard to be my best 

Give thanks 

Be real 

Never give up 

Go through this world like superman 

Live and die like a champion  

Eternity will remember everything


I don’t do much rhyming stuff but this one felt right.  

I think a lot about the fact that everything you do and even what you don’t do will be part of the history of the world and indeed the universe for eternity. The question is what do you want to be remembered for? 

What do you want to be your impact on this amazing world? 

The Butterfly Effect

Tiny actions in the present could completely transform your future. 


I once had a friend 

Who told me he had a cousin 

That earned $80,000 a year 

Playing drums 

On a cruise ship band 

Talented drummer that I was 

That humble little conversation 

It inspired me to study music 

At the Australian National University 

Just having a degree 

Got me a public service job 

Which in turn got me the coin 

To travel overseas to Europe 

Which led me to Paris 

And a love affair with the great city 

That still remains today 

It’s incredible to think 

That a simple comment 

Like the butterfly effect 

Can shape your world 

For the rest of your life 

I can easily recall 

Half a dozen such moments; 

A friend had keys to a warehouse 

Where we practiced our music 

That led me to rent 

A warehouse of my own 

Where I learned more in a year  

That in the ten before 

A girl I chased just for fun 

Became a 5-year obsession 

And nearly became my wife 

At 9 years of age a friend’s older brother 

Played in a band 

Which instilled in me,  

A love of music 

That has defined my life 

Pray that you can recognize these moments 

And that they lead you down a path less painful 

Than my own 

And beware 

The choices you make today 

Could shape your future for the rest of your life 


One of the features of doing time is you have endless hours to think about where you went wrong and what choices led you astray. Looking back, it was moments that seemed inconsequential at the time that shaped my life path into what it was. 

It’s both scary and exciting to me that tiny actions in the present could completely transform your future.  

A Like Minded Soul

I have a serious aversion to mediocrity. 


Let me find wisdom 

In unexpected places 

Let me find meaning 

In the world of the battler 

The addict and the dealer 

We all have our vices 

And everyone has something to offer 

Some information worth knowing 

Everyone is good at something 

The work on cars, fish like pros 

Tinker and fix things 

Skate, Surf and Snowboard 

Lift weights, play music 

And some of the truly strange ones 

Write books and poetry 

The only thing I fear in this world 

Is mediocrity 

To be a suburban TV addict 

Watching reruns of sitcoms 

That were garbage to begin with 

To cure this potential future 

I have my very own version  

Of catholic guilt 

Where spending time unproductively 

Makes me squirm and shudder 

So, I write, hit the gym  

And sip cab sav 

Looking for inspiration 

That often eludes me 

The goal is 

To do what I love  

More than not 

To share this world 

With a likeminded soul 

To make my family proud 

And walk with pride 

These things are not 


So, I love life 

With all its flaws  

And celebrate all of 

The potential futures 

In this life of mine 

I really do have a serious aversion to mediocrity. There’s a whole legion of everyday people that work, come home, watch TV and go to bed. Perhaps they are the happy ones but it feels like an empty lifestyle to me.  

Sometimes I take my eye off the ball and have to remind myself to stay hungry for improvements to the life I’m living but mostly my work ethic is good. 

I’m also a firm believer that everyone is good at something and everyone can teach you something, I find it endlessly rewarding picking the brains of workmates and friends about all kinds of knowledge and wisdom. 

The Light Of All That’s Good

I once had a vivid dream about a mighty wooden boat.


The vessel is being rebuilt 

The paradise lost 

With the sinking of a mighty ship 

Is giving way to new beginnings 

New frequencies and approaches 

The wooden boathouse 

That vanished in my dreams 

Left a blueprint 

For future greatness 

So, we toil learn and engineer 

The next chapter to be 

A better ship than ever before 

And maybe it’s not true 

That the sharks always win 

We could evade them 

Without incurring their wrath 

A fresh start on the horizon 

The freedom to be  

Whoever we want to be 

An identity strong 

Adaptive and passionate 

In all the right things 

And it’s true 

This path is fragile 

The powers that be 

May not shine on me 

But there’s room for hope 

It’s not unrealistic to believe 

That the adventure that is life 

Could be happy and carefree 

The apple isle beckons 

Pray I make it one piece 

That life opens up  

Like the sweetest flower 

That life ripens up 

Like the sweetest berry 

That life is content 

Like the first taste of freedom 

That we all grow and evolve 

Into better versions of ourselves 

Find peace 

Find calm 

Sing and dance and play 

In the glow of life’s potential 

In the light of all that’s good 

This one is a throwback to a poem I wrote prior to being locked up, it’s about recapturing the good things in life that I once thought were lost forever. I once had a vivid dream about a mighty wooden boat that vanished, it was about losing freedom and everything good in my life. I feel like this grand vessel is being rebuilt in my psyche. 

I’m looking into the possibly of moving to Tasmania later in the year, it would be a fresh start that seems like an incredibly rewarding life choice. 

It’s a fragile notion that could be derailed by my parole officer but for now It’s filling me with hope for the future. 

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