I am! Yet what I am, who comprehends?
My lifelines falter like a fading star.
I am the vessel where my torment ends,
Vestibular vertigo, near and far.
The dizzying world whose balance I have lost—
And yet I am—I live—though I am tossed
Into the tempest of dismissive eyes,
Into the churning sea of disbelief,
Where decades of authenticated cries
Find no harbour, no shore, no relief.
And all that's dear grows distant in the mist,
My Millie gone, my comfort ceased to exist.
I walk on fractured paths none understand,
Each step a trial through fibrous burning flame.
Authorities observe with folded hands,
Their coffers full, while I bear all the blame.
I labour through six days of ceaseless strain,
Yet cannot shake the shackles of this pain.
I long for centres where compassion dwells,
For quiet corners where truth might flourish still;
Instead, I find but empty, hollow shells
Of systems built to break, not heal or fill.
The medical reports pile high, unread,
While hunger gnaws beneath each sunset red.
If those who govern, those who claim to care
Choose wilful blindness as they watch me fall,
Why not complete what suffering laid bare?
A kinder end than no response at all.
The noose of neglect tightens day by day—
At least be honest as you turn away.
So let me lie where honesty prevails,
The earth below; above, Australian skies.
No more false promises or fairy tales,
Just peace at last when weary spirit flies.
What mercy is there in prolonged decay?
When swift release would end this cruel display
In the shadows of adversity, a plea emerges,
A whisper carried on the winds of change.
I, David Wakeham, a neurodivergent soul,
Humbly seek solace, a home to call my own.
Through realms of Australia, South Africa, and beyond,
I've tirelessly served, a beacon for the unheard.
In shelters and pounds, a voice for the voiceless,
Mending broken spirits, a balm for the wounded.
Yet now, I find myself adrift, eviction looming,
The weight of complex ailments, a tempest brewing.
cPTSD, ASD, chronic pain, and more,
A labyrinth of challenges, a path untamed.
But in this darkness, a light still flickers,
The unconditional love of my faithful companions.
Boudica, my Tonkinese queen, a regal presence,
Her purrs a symphony, a balm for my essence.
Badger, a tuxedo cat, his fur a flowing river,
A constant companion, his love a gentle quiver.
Rīx, my loyal black cat, a shadow in the night,
His presence a comfort, a guardian of light.
And Missy, the brave pup, who fought tetanus's blight,
Her courage a reminder, to never give up the fight.
Through shared pain and fear, our hearts intertwined,
In each other's solace, true strength we find.
In their gentle gaze, my truest friends reside,
A family's embrace, with love as my guide.
They bring me light when shadows creep near,
A precious connection, reminding me to hold dear.
I seek not just shelter, but a haven of healing,
A sanctuary where shattered pieces can mend.
For in stability lies the strength to rebuild,
To tutor diverse minds, to complete a Master's journey.
Mr. Kitty, an old soul with wisdom deep and profound,
Inspiring my poetry, published a lasting testament to our bond
And Millie, with a zest for life that knew no bounds,
Her legacy a loving reminder that joy truly can be found.
In their eyes, I find the courage to persevere,
To battle the demons that haunt my waking dreams.
For they are not merely pets, but emotional anchors,
A lifeline tethered to hope, a bond that never severs.
So I come to you, dear stranger, with an open heart,
A plea for empathy, a call to action.
Your generosity could be the turning point,
A beacon of light amidst the encroaching void.
Every dollar a step closer to stability,
A chance to continue the noble pursuit of uplifting others.
For in helping those in need, we find our own salvation,
A symphony of survival, a protest against systematic stagnation.
The scent of eucalyptus and petrichor linger,
As the sun dips below the horizon, a fiery finger.
The wind whispers through the gum trees, a hushed lullaby,
Rustling leaves like a thousand gentle sighs.
The soft fur of my companions brushes against my skin,
A tactile reminder of the love that lies within.
Their purrs and barks, a symphony of hope,
A melody that helps me cope.
In this tapestry of life, we are all intertwined,
Our stories woven together, a bond divine.
So please, lend your support, share this tale,
For in unity, we can weather any gale.
Together, we can secure a safe haven,
For a person and their companions, a bond unshaven.
In the darkest of nights, a single spark can ignite,
A flame of hope, a path towards the light.
A Parable of Painted Truths
I. The Privileged Perspective
In my gilded cage of crystalline lies,
I dance with a pink ostrich 'neath opalescent skies.
My wheelchair gleams with polished pride,
While others' struggles I deride.
Such delicious power in words that wound,
Like poisoned honey, sweetly round.
(For who would doubt a voice like mine?
When privilege and pain intertwine.)
II. The Betrayed Friend's Lament
My cat lies suffering, grey and thin,
While memories of friendship wear so thin.
Twenty-five years of shared delight,
Now scattered like moths in endless night.
No comfort comes from one who knew
The depth of bonds between us two.
Instead, she spins her gossamer tales,
Of greed and need that never was.
(The truth drowns in her waterfall of lies,
While my beloved companion slowly dies.)
III. The Flood's Memory
When waters rose like serpents vast,
And savings slipped into the past,
Fifty dollars—thrown like crumbs
To one whose world had come undone.
Now twisted into weapons sharp,
These memories play a bitter harp.
While trauma's tendrils grip my core,
She stands and slams each closing door.
IV. The Ostrich's Warning
(In whispered, clicking tones)
Crikey, listen close, you privileged soul,
Your lies may seem to make you whole,
But like my feathers—once so pink and bright—
Your truth is bleaching in harsh daylight.
Each fabrication that you weave
Returns to make your world deceive.
Until your words, though sugar-sweet,
Lie rotting at your pristine feet.
V. The Universal Chorus
Truth echoes in the spaces between,
Where liars' words have never been.
Though silver tongues may sparkle bright,
They tarnish in truth's revealing light.
For those who weave deception's dance,
Lose more than just a passing glance—
When truth at last demands its due,
No soul will trust what once rang true.
VI. The Revelation
(In scattered whispers)
She walks in manufactured grace,
A mask of kindness on her face,
While underneath, the shadows crawl
And empathy begins to fall.
The pink ostrich watches, knowing well
Each fabricated tale she'll tell.
Its feathers fade with every lie,
Until all colour starts to die.
For in the end, what's left to gain
When truth becomes a source of pain?
The liar stands in splendid gold,
Believed by none, forever cold.
In memory of a cat who deserved more than silence,
And for those whose stories were twisted into thorns.
Verse 1
Gaslighters do it, twisting words and lies
Fake allies do it, with virtue-signalling eyes
Let's expose it, this harmful facade
The privileged do it, blind to the disabled load
The able-bodied do it, with judgment so bold
Let's dismantle it, this oppressive hold
Verse 2
The dismissive do it, with apathy's cold grace
The condescending do it, with a patronising face
Let's challenge it, this systemic disgrace
The indifferent do it, without a care for our space
The oblivious do it, in their privileged space
Let's break free from it, this isolating race
Verse 3
The appropriators do it, stealing our pain
The exploiters do it, for personal gain
Let's resist it, this harmful refrain
The beneficiaries do it, of a system built on pain
The oppressors do it, again and again
Let's fight back against it, this unjust domain
Verse 4
The enablers do it, by looking away
The perpetrators do it, day after day
Let's confront it, this insidious sway
The bystanders do it, by failing to sway
The complacent do it, in every single way
Let's rise above it, and seize a brighter day
Echoes of Deception, Threads of Hope
In shadows of fear, a whisper takes hold,
A sinister seed, a conspiracy untold.
Whispers of a virus, man-made and vile,
Profit the motive, trust exiled.
Amidst echoes of doubt and deceit's dark dance,
A personal battle, a silent stance.
Isolation's sting, stigma's crushing weight,
The heaviness of uncertainty's relentless gait.
Michel Simonin's struggle, a fight to be heard,
Against AIDS' cruel stigma, his voice undeterred.
In letters and television, his story unfurled,
Defying the silence, refusing to be deterred.
Through tears of resilience, a choice bravely made,
To shatter the silence, to not be swayed.
Unveiling the humanity behind the disease,
Reclaiming identity, refusing to appease.
Yet in depths of sorrow's unending night,
Science illuminates, a beacon of light.
WGS and NGS unravel the viral code,
Evolution's truth, HIV's primal abode.
In sequencing's intricate art, a tale unfolds,
Of chimpanzee origins, zoonotic thresholds. Palindromes dance in the RNA's sway,
Nature's complex beauty, now on display.
Yet echoes of deception still linger and spread,
Shattering lives, filling hearts with dread.
The vulnerable bear the heaviest toll,
In fabrication's web, their innocence stole.
In this intimate war, we must take a stand,
Embracing our scars, extending a hand.
Empathy our salve, compassion our guide,
In unity and truth, our spirits reside.
From pain's crucible, we'll rise transformed,
Scars into strength, wisdom reborn.
In the symphony of survival, harmony will reign,
As we honour the journey, through sun and rain.
With science as our compass, truth as our light,
We'll navigate the landscapes of the heart's might.
Reclaiming our stories, our voices bold,
In courage and resilience, our lives we'll mould.
In the tapestry of existence, we'll find our place,
Stitching together healing, with tender grace.
Each breath a rebellion, each moment a choice,
To survive and thrive, with authentic voice.
In the echoes of resilience, hope whispers anew,
Threads of connection, strength to see us through.
Through shadows and light, we'll weave our way,
Embracing our truth, come what may.
In the alchemy of survival, transformation blooms,
Vulnerability becomes armour, silence finds its tune.
From shattered fragments, a mosaic we'll raise,
A testament to the unbreakable human spirit's blaze.
Echoes of Deception, Threads of Hope
In shadows of fear, a whisper takes hold,
A sinister seed, a conspiracy untold.
Whispers of a virus, man-made and vile,
Profit the motive, trust exiled.
Amidst echoes of doubt and deceit's dark dance,
A personal battle, a silent stance.
Isolation's sting, stigma's crushing weight,
The heaviness of uncertainty's relentless gait.
Michel Simonin's struggle, a fight to be heard,
Against AIDS' cruel stigma, his voice undeterred.
In letters and television, his story unfurled,
Defying the silence, refusing to be deterred.
Through tears of resilience, a choice bravely made,
To shatter the silence, to not be swayed.
Unveiling the humanity behind the disease,
Reclaiming identity, refusing to appease.
Yet in depths of sorrow's unending night,
Science illuminates, a beacon of light.
WGS and NGS unravel the viral code,
Evolution's truth, HIV's primal abode.
In sequencing's intricate art, a tale unfolds,
Of chimpanzee origins, zoonotic thresholds.
Palindromes dance in the RNA's sway,
Nature's complex beauty, now on display.
Yet echoes of deception still linger and spread,
Shattering lives, filling hearts with dread.
The vulnerable bear the heaviest toll,
In fabrication's web, their innocence stole.
In this intimate war, we must take a stand,
Embracing our scars, extending a hand.
Empathy our salve, compassion our guide,
In unity and truth, our spirits reside.
From pain's crucible, we'll rise transformed,
Scars into strength, wisdom reborn.
In the symphony of survival, harmony will reign,
As we honour the journey, through sun and rain.
With science as our compass, truth as our light,
We'll navigate the landscapes of the heart's might.
Reclaiming our stories, our voices bold,
In courage and resilience, our lives we'll mould.
In the tapestry of existence, we'll find our place,
Stitching together healing, with tender grace.
Each breath a rebellion, each moment a choice,
To survive and thrive, with authentic voice.
In the echoes of resilience, hope whispers anew,
Threads of connection, strength to see us through.
Through shadows and light, we'll weave our way,
Embracing our truth, come what may.
In the alchemy of survival, transformation blooms,
Vulnerability becomes armour, silence finds its tune.
From shattered fragments, a mosaic we'll raise,
A testament to the unbreakable human spirit's blaze.
Discordant Note
Scratching, floating
Hanging in the air
Pressure ebbs and flows
Headpiece filled with straw
A twisted melody lingers
Confusion and rage entwined
Resentment's bitter sting
Wrestles with sorrow's whine
Innocence stolen, trust shattered
By hands meant to protect
The child within still bleeds
Silently searching, begging for respect
Justice denied, our secrets buried
Master manipulator
A monster cloaked in lies
Crimes still hidden
Despite Death's hand
Too late for tortured cries
Feet of clay now returned to dust
From whence they darkly came
Leaving behind a tangled mess
Of trauma, grief and shame
The urge to desecrate, destroy
Wage war upon their grave
Wrestling with guilt, pity and relief
Yes, he is no more
But I am not yet saved
This victory feels hollow
An unearned, empty gift
When wounds still pulse and throb
No closure, the burdens unshift
I imagine looking for the tombstone,
Fists and soul clenched tight,
Anger, disgust, and rage.
Shadows cast doubt over my morals,
Compass dysfunctional, truth estranged.
Like Basque tongues tangled with Ainu clicks,
A labyrinth of questions ethics inflicts.
No tears of mourning shed
No idea the monster was laid to rest
Three years later, a happy accident
Release a demon locked deep in my chest
How to reconcile the little child
Who needed love and care
With the person now made to carry
This discordant note hanging in the air
In the depths of this discordance
Frustration and confusion still rise
Dare I confront the shadows
Curse their peaceful demise?
Every anguished scream swallowed
Each day, coerced, suffocated in silence
Transmuting years of buried aches
Why not release in rightful fierce violence?
Through serpentine paths of healing
Piece by shattered piece remade,
Scars shimmering with untold stories
Of battles braved and traumas mourned
In owning all that was endured
By innocent hands and shattered trust
Languidly learning to cradle, soothe
My inner child waiting, weeping in the dust
Each breath is an act of bravery
Every step is defiant, resolute
Reclaiming fractured narratives
No longer voiceless or mute
Through my poetry, I find release
May its rhythm grant me peace.
This journey from victim to victor
Is paved with shards of broken self
Reassembled by courageous hands
Into mosaics of pain and health
A symphony of survival
Echoes in the spaces in between
I cannot rewrite my cruel history
I yearn like others to live and dream
Beyond the reach of phantom hands
That sought to break and steal and mar
I rise in revolutionary softness
Tempered by battles, reminded by scars
The discordant note, a stubborn seed,
Resists the soil, its tyranny decreed,
Yet woven slow, within the larger frame,
An ostinato may conquer its shame,
Finds solace in the weave, a timeless plea,
Echoing Eliot, Stravinsky rewrites history.
Amidst the onslaught of festive frenzy,
Neurodivergent minds reel a tempest here to sear.
Senses assaulted, relentlessly vexed,
Christmas chaos leaves us perplexed.
Masking's breaking, taking weight, a suffocating shroud,
Authenticity lost in the neurotypical crowd.
ADHD autism's ache, an adult's disgrace,
So, invisible struggles are present in this merry place.
Pain's persistent, pounding refrain, an endless score,
Fibromyalgia's claws, forever tore.
Spine curved like a question mark,
Vertigo's dance, a dizzying arc.
Poverty's clutch cuts deep, leave plans in disarray,
Opportunities vanish, like mist in the day.
Isolation, depression, chronic cursed alone,
In a world where bonds stretch, then are gone.
Trauma mars, leaves scars, rape's brutal seal,
cPTSD's tortures - terrors forever real.
Triggers flashbacks, a minefield within,
Clock tick-tocks, the night's wearing thin.
Passivity creeps in just like a mischievous elf,
A sinister spirit keeps us captive, steals our self.
Painfully forcing out a cry, on deaf ears they fall,
"You knew they wouldn't", it sneers, "more unanswered calls".
In despair's abyss, hope's flicker dies,
As the world rejoices, behind a joyful disguise.
Countless unseen battles and unheard cries,
Anguish, desperation, pain, do naked eyes lie?
To those who feign concern, a warning rings clear,
Your platitudes and neglect, a deafening sneer.
For in the depths of despair, a reckoning brews,
When the desperate depart, with nothing to lose.
In the sombre, silent night, when alienation reigns,
The psyche buckles, under the weight of its chains.
Remember, you who turned a blind eye,
The blood on your hands as the outcast dies.
So let the silence shatter, let the truth be known,
For the neglected and broken, forever alone.
May their memory haunt, may their absence resound,
A damning indictment, of the help never found.
Silently in the night, isolation's doom looms,
For those left to rot, in desolation's tombs.
A scourge on false kindness, on empathy's dearth,
As the forgotten depart, from this merciless Earth.
A warning to those who still pretend to care,
Of the anguish hidden, behind festive despair's lair.
Family friends forsaken in desolation's night,
Cast aside, ignored as time ticks on, year's plight.
In the silent night, a dirge ascends,
For those struggling, lost at the year's end.
Society's apathy, an unpalatable bitter pill,
Washed down with tears, we fade away against our will.
Let the silence break; let the truth be told,
Of the torment endured, the agony untold.
In summer's sweat, a reckoning should rise,
Power imbalances now, no escape our fate's demise.
May our ghosts haunt the whole season bright,
Reminding us of those for whom this time's a blight.
In the season's glare, coalescing shadows reign,
Numerous reasons, curses feeding this pain.
A moment of stillness, amidst the hurricane,
A flicker of self, in the endless pain.
Battered and bruised, yet still we stand,
In defiance of a world, that refuses to understand.
Whilst it is true, many times I have tried,
But for my animals, it is on me that they rely.
As night follows day and day follows night,
Dark forces frantically fighting, stealing my fight.
Hope's a medicine, both a curse and a sure cure,
Healing if repeatedly given - the source pure.
Decidedly dangerous, deadly, dangled as a prize,
Breaking faith's wraith, soon you and society they'll despise.
A pox on ableism, on empathy's lack,
As we vanish slowly, our lives off-track.
In the silent night, our requiem it plays,
The forgotten ones, left on birthdays and holidays.
One is a dipshit
The other a maniac
put them in a room together and what do you get?
Well, you get two idiots fighting like children throwing fits over stupid shit that makes no sense.
How can you blindly follow
As your brain becomes hollow?
One's an empty shell
The other is a monster
Lock them in a room to see who comes out the victor.
Hey, maybe they'll beat the shit out of each other, then we won't have to go through four more years of this shit
How can you blindly follow
as your brain becomes hollow?
Cast your vote and become part of the problem
Throw your stones and become just like all of them
Hollowbrain
One is the devil
The other, the antichrist
Stick them in a room together, see what happens next
You better get out your bibles, get down on your knees, and pray that the end will be over quickly
Cast your vote and become part of the problem
Throw your stones and become just like all of them
So cast your vote and become part of the problem
And throw your stones and become just like all of them
Hollowbrain
Like all of them
You're just like all of them
Hollowbrain